This is the first part of the series I'm writing to show my fascination with the profession of a tickle model. When I watch clips, there is something that is at least equally as important as the actual ticking to me. It's the motivation and the story behind the models and the producers. This story summarizes that. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it. Obviously the story is to be continued, hopefully soon. If you like it, please comment, that will help me write the follow-up soon if one will be demanded.
A pleasant male voice answered the phone and welcomed her. For a second Paulina could not say a word. The voice patiently repeated the greeting, as if it was used to callers who hesitate whether they should continue the call or hang up. Paulina finally dared to speak:
-Good afternoon... I'm interested in doing a shot... very soon
-I'm happy to hear that! Have you done any modeling before?
-No... I'm brand new... I need money - she mumbled
-Brilliant! First timers are definitely welcome! How soon is very soon? Is the weekend OK with you?
-Yes... it's just fine! But before that... - she hesitated again
-...you would like to take a look around, is that what you mean? - the voice interrupted, leaving Paulina relieved
-Yes, that's it. I'd like to take a look at another girl's shoot.
-Every model does... but we don't have much choice here. Last shoot we have scheduled in at least a week is tomorrow evening. Can you be here at 7?
-Damn, my classes terminate at 6.45 on Fridays, I won't make it!
-I'm sorry, the model has her plans and she can't wait, we must start without you. But come when you can, my assistant will be available to talk to you and you may want to talk to the model when we're done.
-Great! I'll be with a friend...
-Cool! See you there.
***
Paulina and Sylvia approached the door of the flat. The building was quite modern and stylish. Paulina boldly pressed the doorbell. After a few seconds a short interval of wild, desperate laughter attacked their ears and muted almost immediately. "Will you sound like that too?!" - whispered Paulina's friend right before the door opened.
-Hello girls! Come in! Which of you is the prospective model that Paul told me about?
-I am... - Paulina replied after hesitating for a second and took a look around the place
The hall was spacious, opened to a small kitchen to the left and was almost empty. The flat was obviously rented. The only pieces of furniture were a chair and a simple sofa by the wall facing the entrance, next to another door. On the sofa Paulina spotted jeans, socks and a purple tanktop. She guessed the owner of the clothes was behind the door now and must have been the owner of the wild laughter they heard. The door and the room behind it must have been soundproof - although they heard the screams from outside when the door opened, they didn't hear anything now, standing next to it!
-Have a seat and make yourselves comfortable! My name is Monica. Would like some tea? - the host asked
-No, thank you! - Paulina replied nervously for both girls. It didn't seem very rational, but anyway she preferred not to take anything from the hosts yet, to be sure she won't wake up behind the door, bound, naked and ready for everything she saw done to the girls on the first page of the producer's clipstore, before she decided to close it without watching further pages.
Monica smiled and grabbed the clothes from the sofa, inviting the girls to sit down again. Once they did, she took the chair and sat down facing them.
-Alright, tell me how much you need.
-Seven hundred! - Paulina almost shouted, biting her tongue when she realized they can take advantage of her situation now.
-That's tough. But possible, don't worry. Are you willing to pose naked?
-Um... is that necessary?!
-No, not really... But 700 without nudity is a tough ride for a beginner. Honestly I don't think one girl can make it alone on one day. But before I really can tell you anything, I need you to take those shoes off.
Paulina proceeded to unlace her sneakers with determination. Sylvia seemed not to be willing to take anything off her feet but after Paulina gave her a meaningful look, she started peeling the shoes off. Paulina placed her shoes side by side and looked at Monica questioningly.
-Socks off and up here! - Monica said with a smile, clapping her hands on her knees. Two bare feet made their way there.
Delicate hands stroked along the soles and encompassed Paulina's both heels. Paulina observed Monica's face and noticed a natural smile while trying to control her own giggle.
-Excellent! Smooth as baby's! And unpolished, virgin nails... They will earn you some extra bucks! - the host commented and wiggled her nails under the sole. Paulina immediately relaxed a little and let out a natural, uncontrollable burst of laughter. - I don't think it will be easy for you after all! - Monica added in reaction. - If you react like this now, you'll go crazy when I try something else...
Monica softly raised the feet of her lap, prompting Paulina to curl her legs and stood up. She went to the kitchen, opened a cabinet and produced a wide, plastic hairbrush with soft bristles. She sat down again and pointed to her lap again. Paulina insecurely placed her feet back there. Sylvia watched with disgust.
Monica did not take time to build pressure. She vigorously grabbed one delicate foot and stroke the sole with the brush. Paulina shrieked, covered her face with her hands and wiggled uncontrollably, almost hitting Sylvia. After the test was done, Monica looked at the other girl, still sitting with socks on.
Sylvia was not enthusiastic about letting the girl play with her feet at all. She peeled off one sock and gave the foot to inspection.
-Not as smooth, but acceptable - Monica commented. Sylvia was increasingly pissed off. Before Monica managed to test ticklishness though, the door next to the sofa opened and a young, tall dark haired guy wearing an unbuttoned shirt over a t-shirt entered the room.
-Done already?! - Monica asked him
-No, no, the little one requested a break. She deserves one, I'm not easy on her! By the way, my name is Paul - he said casually - what do we have here?
-Two extremely cute smooth and ticklish tootsies and at least one also cute, but with a difficult owner attached, don't know how ticklish yet - replied Monica, not bothering to introduce the girls
-Great! 175 per hour with the first two and 150 for the other two if all the four go together.
Paulina quickly calculated the earnings. Just a little bargain and together they will make it in two hours! Realizing that she almost forgot the way she was squeezing when Monica touched her. If she could, she would just run into the "torture chamber" right now to let them strap her in and would take whatever they have in store for her to be done and able to support her faithful friend in helping her get what she needed so desperately! But right then Sylvia grabbed her shoes and left the flat without a word...
***
Paulina scratched her neck. Her woolen turtleneck was itchy and she hated it, but she just had to wear it on the frosty Saturday morning. She shivered when she imagined she would have to endure what is waiting for her after she catches a cold. She passed 3 busses, hoping that Sylvia will join her on the bus stop and accompany her.
Last evening, after she left the place she was going to now, she recorded a message on Sylvia's voicemail begging the girl to join her and telling her of what is in store for her if she's alone. She described the screams and fighting she heard and saw from a blonde girl whose session she got to witness when she stayed in the studio after Sylvia left. She told her, how the black blindfold on the girl's eyes was soaking with tears and how she asked Monica how much the blonde was getting paid for this unthinkable torture. After she heard the blonde, who was so much more fit than her, who even wore clothes which looked like she came to the shot straight from the gym, was suffering for merely 125 an hour, she burst out into tears and left the room not to freak out, even though she had every intention to talk to the model after she was done. Her turn was to be at 9 AM next day.
Paul was a charming bastard. He was smiling and showing a lot of compassion when Paulina was telling him the story of the unfortunate party at her place, where Sylvia brought friends of friends who made the flat a shambles and prompted the neighbors to call the police along with the landlord. But he made no concession hearing that the fine and compensation for the landlord grossly exceeded Paulina's tight student budget. He didn't care that being a daughter of a conservative doctor from a small town, now the pride of the family because of her ambitious first year studies, Paulina wouldn't resort to asking parents for help, although her tenancy would be terminated on Monday if she didn't pay.
Conditions of the landlord were tight and so were Paul's. For him, seven hundred for a shot with a single girl was equivalent to 4 hours of shooting and the shooting was to be all but easy. He demanded that the shot be split in two days, two hours each, because "after two hours the model is worthless till the next day". To make matters worse, Paulina had one night to decide whether she agrees to endure "quite serious foot torture" before the actual tickling or if she decides to model topless. In any case, ballgag, blindfold, head bondage and tight toe restraints applied "as necessary" were a must.
After she lost her faith and got on a bus, she stood by the studio's door. She rang the bell and Monica immediately opened the door.
-Poor little thing! You're freezing, get in quickly! - she urged her and offered hot tea, which Paulina willingly accepted. This time she'd prefer the tea had a sedative inside so that she wouldn't be doing all these things consciously!
-Paul will be here in a half an hour. We'll prepare the stuff, and you of course. Remember, I'm here to comfort you. I will join Paul in torturing you, but whatever happens, I am your friend. You won't get hurt with me. But let me tell you Paul wouldn't do a harm to any girl we film. Once I was in a position very similar to yours. Now sit down and take your socks off. We must warm you up. Paul hates to tickle cold feet! - saying that Monica left Paulina on the sofa and went to the kitchen to bring a basin full of hot water.
-Here comes the nice part! Some girls say they feel like real film stars when I do it to them - Monica continued, rolling Paulina's trousers up and placing her feet in the water and rubbing them - Please, try to relax, as much as you can. I know it's hard.
Although Paulina was everything but relaxed, the warm welcome surprised her a lot and Monica earned a lot of trust. When, having wiped Paulina's feet dry with a towel, she ordered the model to stand up and proceed to the room behind the door, she boldly followed her, although she had imagined this moment would be a true nightmare.
The door closed behind her. The lighting was already on and the room was set. The narrow, leather clad bench upon which the blonde was tickled the evening before was now under a wall. The middle of the room was occupied by a wide wooden platform with foamy support points and straps forming a spread-eagle human silhouette. Before Paulina was ordered to lay down, Monica asked her to take off her sweater and trousers. Paulina remained in her white sports bra and panties and was ordered to raise her arms. Monica carefully inspected her armpits and groin. She smiled and ensured Paulina that their perfect smoothness will be yet another advantage of hers.
Finally the girl was ordered to fill the silhouette on the platform with her body. Numerous straps were buckled around her. She managed to count she was strapped in on each ankle, above the knees and on her waist and wrists. Straps were in place to secure her head, elbows and arms right above the armpit, however Monica explained they would be buckled and unbuckled as the session progresses. Paulina was relieved to feel that the foam supported her body perfectly and the straps were smooth and soft. The platform had handles for her to grab on, which she immediately made use of. One more reason for relief seemed to be the fact, that although the contraption seemed inescapable, her feet were bound separately so Paulina could not imagine how her toes would be bound.
-Let me set the camera... - said Monica, targeting the device on Paulina's body - You look like an angel! - she smiled, rotating the display so that Paulina could see her hopeless situation. Paulina did not reply. She was doing her best to calm her breath.
-Oh, one more thing! - Monica exclaimed kneeling near Paulina's head - You can't have your hair fastened like this. You wouldn't be comfortable with your head strapped to the platform then! Let's make them loose... - she finished, taking the band off Paulina's shoulder-length brown hair - So now, we're almost ready! All we need to do is fit the ballgag. Open up wide... no... this one is way too big. It would hurt you.
Finally, also the ballgag was fitted. Monica buckled the leather belt behind Paulina's head and teased her gently, friendlily mocking her situation and the protests she was trying to make. At one point she got yet another idea.
-You know what? I'll take off my shoes for you! I always think it makes the victim feel more comfortable to see the tickler is wearing nothing on her feet. I'm not sure if it's true... Maybe it's just because they were always getting down to torment me wearing shoes while I was always barefoot? Personally when I'm barefoot I feel helpless even as a tickler now! It makes me think the ticklees are more comfortable knowing my helplessness... - she spoke while taking off the shoes and uncovering French-pedicured, shapely feet.
Paulina never thought of what Monica commented on but nodded her head and without the gag she would even be willing to share her thoughts on what Monica said. But then the girls heard the main door opening.
-Oh, Paul isn't alone! - said Monica, seeming genuinely surprised.
Paulina rose, as much as the contraption allowed her to and realized Paul was accompanied by the blonde whose session she witnessed the day before!
-Ana decided she wants to see what happens to Paulina, since Paulina got a chance to see what was happening to her and didn't even bother to talk to her - Paul laughed when Monica came up to him
-Hello helpless one! - laughed the blonde, whose name turned out to be Ana, walking up to Paulina - Did you like my ordeal? Well, it seems yours is slightly more... ambitious! Hope you don' mind if I join!
Paulina obviously did mind and was kind of grateful she was wearing a ballgag now. Just a second later, Paul walked up to her, bowed down and gently unbuckled the gag, pulling it out of Paulina's mouth.
-Hello Paulina - he started in a gentle voice, the same that she knew from the conversation on the phone - I see Monica prepared you just fine! We won't use this right now, though. You look lovely... By the way, have you decided which bonus to choose? Hot foot or titties?
-Foot... torture... If I were to show my breasts I wouldn't be stuck in this thing - she replied boastingly, trying to hide the fact that she was close to the brink of tears again
-Good choice. Twenty minutes and we're done with the bonus then - a much quicker solution! But in such case we will need something more...
While Paul was discussing the final details with the bound girl, Monica walked up to the camera and set it rolling. She admired the set and raised her leg to touch the small mark on her left foot...
***
-What do you think of this girl - Monica asked Paul, with steam coming out of her mouth as they walked from the car to the building they lived in
-I think we are in for our best selling production ever. We had tons of requests for tickling with a good warm up!
-Are you sure it's fine? We haven't even tested everything yet... And she's so desperate!
-I know. But 700 in two days is the most I've ever paid. She must earn it. And for the testing, it's you who should be afraid.
***
Monica enjoyed the warm foamy bath. A quick stroke with her silky sole along her calf indicated the depilation time was still far away. Finally the girl stood up and rolled up in a towel.
She opened the bathroom door. On the floor at her feet, on a red pillow she saw four leather straps. She knew what she was supposed to do. She sat down on the floor and started buckling them around her wrists and ankles. As she fitted one on her right ankle, she saw Paul gazing at her from the bedroom which was lit by candles. She smiled to him, stood up, and walked to the room wearing nothing but the towel and four leather straps, tightly fastened on her soft skin.
She sat down on the edge of their big bed, curling the legs below her. Paul sat next to her. She could see his boxers bump. He embraced her and they kissed. As they cuddled, Paul reached out to her left foot resting on the edge of the bed. In a quick move he fastened a strange device around it. The device consisted of a ring, running over the top of the foot with a buckle, which allowed it to be easily fastened and unfastened, on the side. Below the sole, the ring turned into a wider, flat part with two thick and rather blunt steel pins screwed into it. By turning the pins, one could regulate their distance from the sole. If a pin was screwed in to the limit, the distance between the pin and the ring would be much shorter than the height of a foot. The pins in the device on Monica's foot were halfway through. Deep enough to put pressure on her sole to made her sigh silently with pain.
Monica opened her eyes and looked at Paul. He nodded his head. The girl obediently laid on her back raising her hands to the level of her head, placing the wrists exactly on a band that ran across the bed and below the pillow, with several steel eyes to which the straps on her hands could be secured. Paul followed her and their mouths were still connected while he secured Monica's right hand. Having secured the other one, Paul unrolled her from the towel which protected her. He kissed her neck, down to her breasts and stomach... Before he made his way to her foot, the painful feeling in the left foot, locked in the torturous device was dimmed by the delight in her entire body. But then the foot was fastened to another band, running parallel to the shorter edge of the bed, close to its end.
After Monica's both feet were secured to the bed, Paul caressed the one which didn't wear the torturous ring and having made his way back to Monica's mouth and having whispered a short apology and thanks into her ear, he proceeded with further steps of her ordeal. He tied pieces of thin, soft rope around her right foot's big toe and around the small one. He secured the loose ends of the ropes to the remote steel eyes on the band to which the ankles were secured and to the bedpost. Now, Monica's feet had little movement available to the sides and almost no movement up, towards her body. The pins pressing against Monica's arch were holding the device on her foot firmly in place.
Paul placed a tealight a few inches below the ends of the pins opposite to the ones pressing against Monica's sole. The pins were slowly warming up and Monica's eyes were slowly growing huge. Paul sat by Monica's head and kissed her mouth. The girl kissed back, but the fear of burning pain which she was expecting in her sole was making her unable to drift away with him. "Trust me, or the tealight will stay there" - he whispered. Two small tears ran down Monica's face, which he carefully observed. Monica closed her eyes. Right before the pins really started to burn her, she was about to scream. But right then, the ring around her foot was released and the tealight was taken away. Monica was breathing hard, as Paul was kissing the tantalized skin around the spot which the pin was in contact with. Next, he started massaging the spot, causing the girl to moan with an unknown mix of pain and pleasure. Finally, he proceeded to lightly tickle the sensitized sole, causing the experienced ticklee to shriek with laughter and loose her breath.
Before moving back to the rest of Monica's body and providing her with the reward for the first of many painful moments that night, Paul took another ring, identical to the first one, which was until then kept in a bucket full of ice and fastened it around the tormented foot. The first one, still warm from the tealight was placed on the other foot and pins were screwed in by one turn each. Monica sighed but went on to accept Paul's love and torture.
The night was long and the tealights were placed below the pins a few times more. At the final attempt, Monica managed to kiss Paul passionately, knowing that he would take away the burning feeling right when it starts to harm her. As he tickled her body later, the devices stayed on Monica's feet, shaking as her body shook and bringing a new torturous note to their usual tickle play.
The morning met the couple in a tight embrace, with Monica's hands free, but legs still secured to the band and with the rings still buckled around her feet.
***
The memory of the past night made Monica envious for a second. Not that she would like to be exactly in Paulina's place at the moment but the kind of attention Paul was giving to restraining Paulina's very pretty feet was probably the one thing in their business that she would rather keep for herself. On the other hand though, the marks Monica had on her soles were souvenirs of a journey from earth to hell and then all the way to heaven, the best lesson of trust she could imagine. She knew such journeys were reserved for her only. What Paulina was being strapped in for, was a merely a long journey to hell and back to earth... a cool thing when you look at it in retrospect but probably not that cool when you're a helpless little thing, immobilized for the first time in your life and left at mercy of perfect strangers. Monica quickly got a grip and decided Paulina only deserves her support, not rivalry. She shook the jealousy off and got back to her regular duties.
She closed up on Paulina's feet where, to the girl's horror, Paul was attaching the devices Monica wore at night. Although Paulina had no idea what the tools were meant for and the pins were barely touching her skin yet so there was no way she could feel the pain, she knew the cold touch of steel on her soles didn't mean any good news. Apart from the devices, Paul also mounted a strange construction on the edge of the platform. Paulina tried not to use her imagination but she intuitively knew, the four steel poles, one on each side of each foot, secured to the surface with massive clamps would form the basis for the announced toe bondage. "Shit. They didn't forget" - she thought, amused at how naive she was to think anything she signed up for would be spared. The camera ran all along Paulina's helpless body and focused on her face. Monica started to speak:
-So, today our guest is Paulina! The brave, innocent and desperate student, betrayed by her best friend and left to suffer in our hands to pay her debt. Paulina... tell us, who is to blame for your misery?
Paulina recalled what Monica told her the evening before, right after she signed the contract, when she was literally on the brink of tears: "You signed up for something extreme. It already makes you special. But what really makes you special is you, yourself and the reason why you're here. People will love you and so will Paul. Try as hard as you can to sell your story well and I promise he'll be easier on you...” Paulina kept in mind what she heard but at that moment she didn't have to try hard. She just pronounced the only word that came to her mind in the only manner she could say it:
-Sylvia! - for a second Paulina's voice sounded bold and revengeful again
-That's right! This little bitch should be in your place... although that would be a shame. She's not half as cute as you are... - the compliment didn't mean much to Paulina at the moment - Do you know what you're here for?
-I'm gonna get tickled... - Paulina replied nervously, but still in a relatively strong voice that trembled just a little bit
-Anything else? - Monica insisted
-My feet... they will be... tortured - the bound model closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, making her voice sound helpless and scared again. Her face resembled that of a child that is about to cry and her toes curled desperately.
Monica felt sorry for the model. She left the camera rolling on the tripod and approached the girl.
-Hushhhh... You'll be fine. - she said caringly, stroking Paulina's forehead - You can make it, don't worry. Your bondage is not that tight yet. You can wiggle your feet and raise your head. For now you won't wear the gag either... And look! It's only one hour and a half left till you go home for today!
-The worst still lies ahead... - Paulina replied grimly - You haven't even started and I'm exhausted already!
Monica smiled, moved closer to Paulina and whispered in her ear:
-It's the anticipation that is the worst, fool! I'm amazed you're handling it so well! We had girls breaking out into tears waiting for nothing more than regular tickling shots! And if I were in your place I'd be begging Paul to start this torture already! I wouldn't stand all this waiting!
Coming to realize what Monica just said cheered Paulina up. She couldn't imagine herself begging for the torture to start but if they actually asked her if she wanted them to start immediately or wait a moment, she probably wouldn't hesitate. And expecting that they won't ask, the girl tried to calm her breath down and get ready for whatever may come at any time. Still, she was surprised by Ana's enthusiastic voice coming from near her feet and by what came just after that.
-Don't worry Paulina, I could make it, you'll be fine too!
The smile that appeared on Paulina's face after she heard Ana's support got preserved. Ana's slim fingers made their way to Paulina's soles, stroking them right above the loosely attached tools of torture.
-Shit! - Paulina shrieked when she realized that the feeling, which was nothing more than "regular tickling", has just taken over control of her. First soft giggles immediately gave way to the outright helpless laughter. Her feet started wiggling and Paulina shook her head a few times. Monica was carefully recording the girl's face while another camera was registering the action at the feet. The sensation was growing and soon Paulina was out of breath for the first time.
-Stop-stop-stop-stop! - she shouted desperately
Ana surprised the model again, stopping right after she heard that. Then Paul decided to speak.
-Alright... here's the deal. You're not wearing the gag now, but save the screams for later, if you don't mind. We'll play a game now... - hearing that Paulina raised her head to look at him and once again revealed the horror in her eyes. Paul turned one of the pins around a few times and Paulina felt the dull but pointy end of the pin strain her soft skin.
-You're welcome to laugh, scream and do whatever you like, but everytime you protest against what we do, we will screw these in deeper. Don't worry, they won’t tear your skin. But yes, they will hurt like hell. - Paul continued and went on to drive other pins to the same depth as the first one.
-No! - Paulina sighed as the third pin pushed against her skin
-A deal is a deal... - Paul mumbled indifferently and turned each pin once more
Paulina bit her lips, desperate not to make a sound.
-Girls, she's yours now - Paul announced.
Ana's fingers returned to the balls of Paulina's feet. They were not tickling more vigorously than earlier, but the sensation turned unbearable immediately. Paulina was extremely glad her head was still free and shook it violently in mad laughter, doing all she could to avoid screaming. She also tried to wiggle her feet, but soon realized the more they moved, along with the contraptions they were in, the more painful the pins were. She did quite well in holding back the protests until Monica joined in.
-You bitch stop that! - Paulina yelled when the sudden attack on her upperbody along with restless foot tickling drove her out of her mind.
Paul nodded at Ana to stop tickling the feet and let him access the devices, but Monica kept tickling the smooth armpits. It was not obvious whether the way Paulina was shaking her feet at the time, ignoring the additional pain it produced, was a result of upperbody tickling or a desperate attempt not to allow Paul to make her situation even worse. The little feet had no chance in the fight and the contraptions soon became tighter. One more interval of helpless laughter began.
Monica straddled over Paulina's upperbody and attacked her ribs. She knew the girl wouldn't resist shrieking when she starts tickling there but prevented the protests by putting her own bare foot over Paulina's mouth. This allowed the tickling go on without interruption for a few more minutes before the girl got exhausted. Once Monica's foot was gone, a desperate scream emerged from the laughter.
-Stooooooooop! I don't... care... what you do next... just let me... breeeaaaaaaathe!
The tickling stopped. Small tears ran down Paulina's face as she was catching a breath and biting her lips, expecting another painful turn of the pins. However, the position of the pins didn't change. What happened instead produced an even more painful feeling though. Paulina felt Paul pulls her feet back, making the skin of the sole stretch. Now the pins pushed harder against the soft skin, even without being turned.
She felt her feet are being propped in the position. Something got slipped her each of her big toes and tightened. As other toes were being secured, Paulina raised her head and looked at them. Her toes were now trapped in hose clamps and pulled back towards a bended rod installed in between the poles that were secured to the platform right before her ordeal started. As Paul tightened them, no movement was left for Paulina's feet and each single toe was spread apart. Paulina closed her eyes losing all hope. Unexpectedly, the rings pushing the pins against her soles were released and the two torturous devices fell off the tormented feet. Paul's fingers firmly massaged the spots where the pins were pushing, bringing even more pain first but then offering lots of relief to the tantalized soles.
-Thank you... - she whispered in a cute, exhausted voice. She opened her eyes and saw Monica bow down over her while squatting above her head. Monica menacingly wiggled her fingers in the air making Paulina press her chin against her chest in an attempt to protect herself. "You're so cute" - Monica commented, quickly poking her armpits and bringing shrieks of laughter from Paulina's mouth. The poking went on, making the desperate bound girl visibly angry and at one point even provoking her to try to bite Monica's finger. "Be nice... I'm your closest ally here!" - Monica warned her smiling. All in all, the teasing was quite tolerable, compared with what was coming.
-God, this is so sweet - Ana exclaimed looking at Paulina's helpless toes and took a tiny paintbrush to start teasing the extremely soft area between the toes. Paulina gave up all efforts to fight and broke out into laughter. Another paintbrush caressed her other foot. It tickled less but felt even more menacingly...
Each stroke of the second paintbrush left a wet, oily feeling on the skin. Totally puzzled Paulina tried to look at Monica while laughing. Monica's look seemed sorry. She reached out to touch Paulina's hand that was firmly grabbing the handle next to the wrist restrain. Paulina didn't know what was going on, but released her grip and immediately grasped Monica's hand. "Be brave now" - Monica prompted her smiling. Paulina nodded her head.
Paul, who operated the oily paintbrush covered Paulina's entire right foot in the oil and moved to the left one, making Ana step aside. Without Ana's paintbrush, the ticklish sensation of the oily one was no longer overwhelming and Paulina regained her composure and was calming her breath down, giggling just occasionally. Finally Paul put the paintbrush aside. Paulina's feet shined with the oily substance.
-So we got you covered in baby oil. It will make the heat distribute evenly so that you don't get burnt. But you'll feel the burning. This time you're welcome to scream if you think you're over the edge. It won't change much though... I just don't really think you'd be able to hold it back now. Are you ready?
Paulina had no idea what was going on but Monica held her hand stronger so she nodded her head. Paul reached for a hair dryer and pointed it towards Paulina's helpless soles. She heard the air flow and felt the heat. As long as Paul was altering the hair dryer's position, directing the stream up and down her sole it even felt quite pleasant. But then he concentrated the stream of hot air at one point.
Paulina bit her lips but it didn't take long until she exploded. She vigorously picked up her upperbody from the platform and buckled against the bonds holding her. Her loose hair waved in the air and fell on her face, covering her eyes right after she managed to give a horrified look to Ana. At the moment even the blonde looked scared.
To Paulina, the torture seemed like eternity. In her struggle, she was imagining the way her feet were already getting blistered. She visualized the baby oil on her feet reaching the boiling point and the steel hose clamps turning red hot. She pushed with all her strength against the clamps but they didn't let go. She was absolutely defenseless and her last resort were the desperate screams that she produced constanlty, wishing she could jump out of her skin.
-GOD! Don't do this! - she shrieked in despair. Paul didn't even bother to look at her. He carefully moved the stream an inch lower on her left foot.
From Paul's perspective, which was also that of the camera, the process looked much more agreeable. Paulina's feet were definitely more delicate than Monica's, on which he tested the heat torture many times, so he was especially careful. The soles, which were snow white before, now turned pinkish. Observing the barely visible wrinkles of the soles and the straining muscles right below the tormented skin, he could tell the girl was fighting hard. He wished he could hire Paulina for a purely foot-torture focused video, but this one was above all about tickling. Therefore, after less than two minutes he was done with both feet. Warm and still shiny from the oil they were now awaiting their extremely ticklish fate.
When the hot air stopped flowing, Paulina's head finally rested again. Her eyes were shut. Her muscles felt sore from the fighting. The feet were still burning and she would give anything for a touch of something cold. Even her face was blushy now. Monica was holding her right hand firmly. Paulina instinctively moved her head towards that direction. Her cheek encountered soft, smooth and cool skin of Monica's foot, which rested right next to Paulina's face. She couldn't help and clung to the pleasant surface of the sole, grateful for the peace that finally came. As Monica watched her with a smile, Ana blew gently with her mouth upon Paulina's tormented soles. It brought relief to the poor model but at the same time even that felt ticklish on the extremely sensitized feet.
All the four people in the studio stayed silent for a while. Paulina cherished the moment. Finally, it was her who broke the silence though. When Monica tried to move her foot just an inch away from her, the girl desperately reached out to keep contact with that. It was not until Monica carefully closened her other foot to her face and tickled the cheek with her toes! Paulina shook as if she was waken up from a dream and with a funny squeak moved away from the foot. All the three tormentors laughed. Coming to realize what happened Paulina laughed as well.
Monica moved closer, bowed down and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
-You were amazing! - she said - Now it's nothing but tickling! I hope you don't mind if I join them to have some fun with your feet now?
Actually Paulina did mind that. She couldn't really explain that but all the attention Monica gave her made the suffering much easier. Apparently this was the time, Monica not only stopped offering relief, but would also start to make the situation worse!
-And before I go... I'd better fasten a few more safety belts! You really are a thrasher, I don't trust the foam under your head enough. - saying this, Monica reached for the straps and before Paulina protested, pulled them tightly around her arms and below her elbows. Paulina's body pushed firmly against the foam support now. Monica pushed the model's head, that she kept trying to raise, towards the platform and fastened one last strap on her forehead. What Paulina felt at the moment, was the definition of helplessness.
After Paulina's eyes lost sight of Monica leaving for her feet, the girl hopelessly looked into the ceiling. Her feet cooled down a little bit, just enough for the unpleasant feeling to go away and leave the skin vulnerable and deathly ticklish. She thought she was all alone now and became desperate again. But right then she noticed two eyes painted on the ceiling, staring straight into her own. She found that proof of the producers' sense of humour spooky, yet funny and smiled subconsciously.
-Look! She's smiling! She can't wait for us to start! - Monica shouted
-Nononononono! - Paulina protested, but to no avail. Monica's nails skillfully dug into her right sole. The ticklee went hysterical immediately. Having no way to struggle, she just banged her palms on the handles she was grabbing on earlier at an unbelievable pace.
They made her work hard for another break. By the time it came, her body looked as if she was all covered in baby oil. Right before the break, Ana who was watching the foot-tickling scene in amazement joined in and tickled Paulina's flat stomach with extreme zeal. Paulina couldn't believe that, but actually she had an impression there was one more person who tickled her, altering between the armpits and ribcage. She got reduced to silent laughter then. During the break, she realized she couldn't even tell how long the tickling lasted. She desperately gasped for breath and enjoyed the precious breather, isolating herself from the world outside.
-...I guess this meant she wants the gag! - she managed to hear when her senses came back to norm.
She heard bare feet clap on the floor and recalled Monica offering she would go barefoot during the shoot and herself not realizing how much of a relief this would be. Even now, when Monica turned into her tormentor, Paulina was grateful for the support she got from the girl. In fact she expected another caring touch wiping the tears of her face now and a few soft words from Monica, but surprisingly it was Ana's voice that spoke from behind her head and ordered her to open her mouth. Paulina obediently did. After the ball was in, the strap on her brow got released for a second. Paulina raised her head and allowed the strap securing the gag to be fastened behind it. Soon her head was restrained again. She didn't feel like speaking at all and came to realize the screams are useless.
The final attack came with hairbrushes. Huge eyes of the exhausted ticklee filled up with tears and looked desperately into the picture which stared at her from the ceiling. Gasping for breath in silent laughter, she reached the finish of her session totally exhausted. After the straps were released, Paulina remained spread eagled on the platform, smiling as her shapely breasts were moving up and down with the breath that was slowly regaining its normal pace.
The first day of shooting has come to an end.
TO BE CONTINUED
A pleasant male voice answered the phone and welcomed her. For a second Paulina could not say a word. The voice patiently repeated the greeting, as if it was used to callers who hesitate whether they should continue the call or hang up. Paulina finally dared to speak:
-Good afternoon... I'm interested in doing a shot... very soon
-I'm happy to hear that! Have you done any modeling before?
-No... I'm brand new... I need money - she mumbled
-Brilliant! First timers are definitely welcome! How soon is very soon? Is the weekend OK with you?
-Yes... it's just fine! But before that... - she hesitated again
-...you would like to take a look around, is that what you mean? - the voice interrupted, leaving Paulina relieved
-Yes, that's it. I'd like to take a look at another girl's shoot.
-Every model does... but we don't have much choice here. Last shoot we have scheduled in at least a week is tomorrow evening. Can you be here at 7?
-Damn, my classes terminate at 6.45 on Fridays, I won't make it!
-I'm sorry, the model has her plans and she can't wait, we must start without you. But come when you can, my assistant will be available to talk to you and you may want to talk to the model when we're done.
-Great! I'll be with a friend...
-Cool! See you there.
***
Paulina and Sylvia approached the door of the flat. The building was quite modern and stylish. Paulina boldly pressed the doorbell. After a few seconds a short interval of wild, desperate laughter attacked their ears and muted almost immediately. "Will you sound like that too?!" - whispered Paulina's friend right before the door opened.
-Hello girls! Come in! Which of you is the prospective model that Paul told me about?
-I am... - Paulina replied after hesitating for a second and took a look around the place
The hall was spacious, opened to a small kitchen to the left and was almost empty. The flat was obviously rented. The only pieces of furniture were a chair and a simple sofa by the wall facing the entrance, next to another door. On the sofa Paulina spotted jeans, socks and a purple tanktop. She guessed the owner of the clothes was behind the door now and must have been the owner of the wild laughter they heard. The door and the room behind it must have been soundproof - although they heard the screams from outside when the door opened, they didn't hear anything now, standing next to it!
-Have a seat and make yourselves comfortable! My name is Monica. Would like some tea? - the host asked
-No, thank you! - Paulina replied nervously for both girls. It didn't seem very rational, but anyway she preferred not to take anything from the hosts yet, to be sure she won't wake up behind the door, bound, naked and ready for everything she saw done to the girls on the first page of the producer's clipstore, before she decided to close it without watching further pages.
Monica smiled and grabbed the clothes from the sofa, inviting the girls to sit down again. Once they did, she took the chair and sat down facing them.
-Alright, tell me how much you need.
-Seven hundred! - Paulina almost shouted, biting her tongue when she realized they can take advantage of her situation now.
-That's tough. But possible, don't worry. Are you willing to pose naked?
-Um... is that necessary?!
-No, not really... But 700 without nudity is a tough ride for a beginner. Honestly I don't think one girl can make it alone on one day. But before I really can tell you anything, I need you to take those shoes off.
Paulina proceeded to unlace her sneakers with determination. Sylvia seemed not to be willing to take anything off her feet but after Paulina gave her a meaningful look, she started peeling the shoes off. Paulina placed her shoes side by side and looked at Monica questioningly.
-Socks off and up here! - Monica said with a smile, clapping her hands on her knees. Two bare feet made their way there.
Delicate hands stroked along the soles and encompassed Paulina's both heels. Paulina observed Monica's face and noticed a natural smile while trying to control her own giggle.
-Excellent! Smooth as baby's! And unpolished, virgin nails... They will earn you some extra bucks! - the host commented and wiggled her nails under the sole. Paulina immediately relaxed a little and let out a natural, uncontrollable burst of laughter. - I don't think it will be easy for you after all! - Monica added in reaction. - If you react like this now, you'll go crazy when I try something else...
Monica softly raised the feet of her lap, prompting Paulina to curl her legs and stood up. She went to the kitchen, opened a cabinet and produced a wide, plastic hairbrush with soft bristles. She sat down again and pointed to her lap again. Paulina insecurely placed her feet back there. Sylvia watched with disgust.
Monica did not take time to build pressure. She vigorously grabbed one delicate foot and stroke the sole with the brush. Paulina shrieked, covered her face with her hands and wiggled uncontrollably, almost hitting Sylvia. After the test was done, Monica looked at the other girl, still sitting with socks on.
Sylvia was not enthusiastic about letting the girl play with her feet at all. She peeled off one sock and gave the foot to inspection.
-Not as smooth, but acceptable - Monica commented. Sylvia was increasingly pissed off. Before Monica managed to test ticklishness though, the door next to the sofa opened and a young, tall dark haired guy wearing an unbuttoned shirt over a t-shirt entered the room.
-Done already?! - Monica asked him
-No, no, the little one requested a break. She deserves one, I'm not easy on her! By the way, my name is Paul - he said casually - what do we have here?
-Two extremely cute smooth and ticklish tootsies and at least one also cute, but with a difficult owner attached, don't know how ticklish yet - replied Monica, not bothering to introduce the girls
-Great! 175 per hour with the first two and 150 for the other two if all the four go together.
Paulina quickly calculated the earnings. Just a little bargain and together they will make it in two hours! Realizing that she almost forgot the way she was squeezing when Monica touched her. If she could, she would just run into the "torture chamber" right now to let them strap her in and would take whatever they have in store for her to be done and able to support her faithful friend in helping her get what she needed so desperately! But right then Sylvia grabbed her shoes and left the flat without a word...
***
Paulina scratched her neck. Her woolen turtleneck was itchy and she hated it, but she just had to wear it on the frosty Saturday morning. She shivered when she imagined she would have to endure what is waiting for her after she catches a cold. She passed 3 busses, hoping that Sylvia will join her on the bus stop and accompany her.
Last evening, after she left the place she was going to now, she recorded a message on Sylvia's voicemail begging the girl to join her and telling her of what is in store for her if she's alone. She described the screams and fighting she heard and saw from a blonde girl whose session she got to witness when she stayed in the studio after Sylvia left. She told her, how the black blindfold on the girl's eyes was soaking with tears and how she asked Monica how much the blonde was getting paid for this unthinkable torture. After she heard the blonde, who was so much more fit than her, who even wore clothes which looked like she came to the shot straight from the gym, was suffering for merely 125 an hour, she burst out into tears and left the room not to freak out, even though she had every intention to talk to the model after she was done. Her turn was to be at 9 AM next day.
Paul was a charming bastard. He was smiling and showing a lot of compassion when Paulina was telling him the story of the unfortunate party at her place, where Sylvia brought friends of friends who made the flat a shambles and prompted the neighbors to call the police along with the landlord. But he made no concession hearing that the fine and compensation for the landlord grossly exceeded Paulina's tight student budget. He didn't care that being a daughter of a conservative doctor from a small town, now the pride of the family because of her ambitious first year studies, Paulina wouldn't resort to asking parents for help, although her tenancy would be terminated on Monday if she didn't pay.
Conditions of the landlord were tight and so were Paul's. For him, seven hundred for a shot with a single girl was equivalent to 4 hours of shooting and the shooting was to be all but easy. He demanded that the shot be split in two days, two hours each, because "after two hours the model is worthless till the next day". To make matters worse, Paulina had one night to decide whether she agrees to endure "quite serious foot torture" before the actual tickling or if she decides to model topless. In any case, ballgag, blindfold, head bondage and tight toe restraints applied "as necessary" were a must.
After she lost her faith and got on a bus, she stood by the studio's door. She rang the bell and Monica immediately opened the door.
-Poor little thing! You're freezing, get in quickly! - she urged her and offered hot tea, which Paulina willingly accepted. This time she'd prefer the tea had a sedative inside so that she wouldn't be doing all these things consciously!
-Paul will be here in a half an hour. We'll prepare the stuff, and you of course. Remember, I'm here to comfort you. I will join Paul in torturing you, but whatever happens, I am your friend. You won't get hurt with me. But let me tell you Paul wouldn't do a harm to any girl we film. Once I was in a position very similar to yours. Now sit down and take your socks off. We must warm you up. Paul hates to tickle cold feet! - saying that Monica left Paulina on the sofa and went to the kitchen to bring a basin full of hot water.
-Here comes the nice part! Some girls say they feel like real film stars when I do it to them - Monica continued, rolling Paulina's trousers up and placing her feet in the water and rubbing them - Please, try to relax, as much as you can. I know it's hard.
Although Paulina was everything but relaxed, the warm welcome surprised her a lot and Monica earned a lot of trust. When, having wiped Paulina's feet dry with a towel, she ordered the model to stand up and proceed to the room behind the door, she boldly followed her, although she had imagined this moment would be a true nightmare.
The door closed behind her. The lighting was already on and the room was set. The narrow, leather clad bench upon which the blonde was tickled the evening before was now under a wall. The middle of the room was occupied by a wide wooden platform with foamy support points and straps forming a spread-eagle human silhouette. Before Paulina was ordered to lay down, Monica asked her to take off her sweater and trousers. Paulina remained in her white sports bra and panties and was ordered to raise her arms. Monica carefully inspected her armpits and groin. She smiled and ensured Paulina that their perfect smoothness will be yet another advantage of hers.
Finally the girl was ordered to fill the silhouette on the platform with her body. Numerous straps were buckled around her. She managed to count she was strapped in on each ankle, above the knees and on her waist and wrists. Straps were in place to secure her head, elbows and arms right above the armpit, however Monica explained they would be buckled and unbuckled as the session progresses. Paulina was relieved to feel that the foam supported her body perfectly and the straps were smooth and soft. The platform had handles for her to grab on, which she immediately made use of. One more reason for relief seemed to be the fact, that although the contraption seemed inescapable, her feet were bound separately so Paulina could not imagine how her toes would be bound.
-Let me set the camera... - said Monica, targeting the device on Paulina's body - You look like an angel! - she smiled, rotating the display so that Paulina could see her hopeless situation. Paulina did not reply. She was doing her best to calm her breath.
-Oh, one more thing! - Monica exclaimed kneeling near Paulina's head - You can't have your hair fastened like this. You wouldn't be comfortable with your head strapped to the platform then! Let's make them loose... - she finished, taking the band off Paulina's shoulder-length brown hair - So now, we're almost ready! All we need to do is fit the ballgag. Open up wide... no... this one is way too big. It would hurt you.
Finally, also the ballgag was fitted. Monica buckled the leather belt behind Paulina's head and teased her gently, friendlily mocking her situation and the protests she was trying to make. At one point she got yet another idea.
-You know what? I'll take off my shoes for you! I always think it makes the victim feel more comfortable to see the tickler is wearing nothing on her feet. I'm not sure if it's true... Maybe it's just because they were always getting down to torment me wearing shoes while I was always barefoot? Personally when I'm barefoot I feel helpless even as a tickler now! It makes me think the ticklees are more comfortable knowing my helplessness... - she spoke while taking off the shoes and uncovering French-pedicured, shapely feet.
Paulina never thought of what Monica commented on but nodded her head and without the gag she would even be willing to share her thoughts on what Monica said. But then the girls heard the main door opening.
-Oh, Paul isn't alone! - said Monica, seeming genuinely surprised.
Paulina rose, as much as the contraption allowed her to and realized Paul was accompanied by the blonde whose session she witnessed the day before!
-Ana decided she wants to see what happens to Paulina, since Paulina got a chance to see what was happening to her and didn't even bother to talk to her - Paul laughed when Monica came up to him
-Hello helpless one! - laughed the blonde, whose name turned out to be Ana, walking up to Paulina - Did you like my ordeal? Well, it seems yours is slightly more... ambitious! Hope you don' mind if I join!
Paulina obviously did mind and was kind of grateful she was wearing a ballgag now. Just a second later, Paul walked up to her, bowed down and gently unbuckled the gag, pulling it out of Paulina's mouth.
-Hello Paulina - he started in a gentle voice, the same that she knew from the conversation on the phone - I see Monica prepared you just fine! We won't use this right now, though. You look lovely... By the way, have you decided which bonus to choose? Hot foot or titties?
-Foot... torture... If I were to show my breasts I wouldn't be stuck in this thing - she replied boastingly, trying to hide the fact that she was close to the brink of tears again
-Good choice. Twenty minutes and we're done with the bonus then - a much quicker solution! But in such case we will need something more...
While Paul was discussing the final details with the bound girl, Monica walked up to the camera and set it rolling. She admired the set and raised her leg to touch the small mark on her left foot...
***
-What do you think of this girl - Monica asked Paul, with steam coming out of her mouth as they walked from the car to the building they lived in
-I think we are in for our best selling production ever. We had tons of requests for tickling with a good warm up!
-Are you sure it's fine? We haven't even tested everything yet... And she's so desperate!
-I know. But 700 in two days is the most I've ever paid. She must earn it. And for the testing, it's you who should be afraid.
***
Monica enjoyed the warm foamy bath. A quick stroke with her silky sole along her calf indicated the depilation time was still far away. Finally the girl stood up and rolled up in a towel.
She opened the bathroom door. On the floor at her feet, on a red pillow she saw four leather straps. She knew what she was supposed to do. She sat down on the floor and started buckling them around her wrists and ankles. As she fitted one on her right ankle, she saw Paul gazing at her from the bedroom which was lit by candles. She smiled to him, stood up, and walked to the room wearing nothing but the towel and four leather straps, tightly fastened on her soft skin.
She sat down on the edge of their big bed, curling the legs below her. Paul sat next to her. She could see his boxers bump. He embraced her and they kissed. As they cuddled, Paul reached out to her left foot resting on the edge of the bed. In a quick move he fastened a strange device around it. The device consisted of a ring, running over the top of the foot with a buckle, which allowed it to be easily fastened and unfastened, on the side. Below the sole, the ring turned into a wider, flat part with two thick and rather blunt steel pins screwed into it. By turning the pins, one could regulate their distance from the sole. If a pin was screwed in to the limit, the distance between the pin and the ring would be much shorter than the height of a foot. The pins in the device on Monica's foot were halfway through. Deep enough to put pressure on her sole to made her sigh silently with pain.
Monica opened her eyes and looked at Paul. He nodded his head. The girl obediently laid on her back raising her hands to the level of her head, placing the wrists exactly on a band that ran across the bed and below the pillow, with several steel eyes to which the straps on her hands could be secured. Paul followed her and their mouths were still connected while he secured Monica's right hand. Having secured the other one, Paul unrolled her from the towel which protected her. He kissed her neck, down to her breasts and stomach... Before he made his way to her foot, the painful feeling in the left foot, locked in the torturous device was dimmed by the delight in her entire body. But then the foot was fastened to another band, running parallel to the shorter edge of the bed, close to its end.
After Monica's both feet were secured to the bed, Paul caressed the one which didn't wear the torturous ring and having made his way back to Monica's mouth and having whispered a short apology and thanks into her ear, he proceeded with further steps of her ordeal. He tied pieces of thin, soft rope around her right foot's big toe and around the small one. He secured the loose ends of the ropes to the remote steel eyes on the band to which the ankles were secured and to the bedpost. Now, Monica's feet had little movement available to the sides and almost no movement up, towards her body. The pins pressing against Monica's arch were holding the device on her foot firmly in place.
Paul placed a tealight a few inches below the ends of the pins opposite to the ones pressing against Monica's sole. The pins were slowly warming up and Monica's eyes were slowly growing huge. Paul sat by Monica's head and kissed her mouth. The girl kissed back, but the fear of burning pain which she was expecting in her sole was making her unable to drift away with him. "Trust me, or the tealight will stay there" - he whispered. Two small tears ran down Monica's face, which he carefully observed. Monica closed her eyes. Right before the pins really started to burn her, she was about to scream. But right then, the ring around her foot was released and the tealight was taken away. Monica was breathing hard, as Paul was kissing the tantalized skin around the spot which the pin was in contact with. Next, he started massaging the spot, causing the girl to moan with an unknown mix of pain and pleasure. Finally, he proceeded to lightly tickle the sensitized sole, causing the experienced ticklee to shriek with laughter and loose her breath.
Before moving back to the rest of Monica's body and providing her with the reward for the first of many painful moments that night, Paul took another ring, identical to the first one, which was until then kept in a bucket full of ice and fastened it around the tormented foot. The first one, still warm from the tealight was placed on the other foot and pins were screwed in by one turn each. Monica sighed but went on to accept Paul's love and torture.
The night was long and the tealights were placed below the pins a few times more. At the final attempt, Monica managed to kiss Paul passionately, knowing that he would take away the burning feeling right when it starts to harm her. As he tickled her body later, the devices stayed on Monica's feet, shaking as her body shook and bringing a new torturous note to their usual tickle play.
The morning met the couple in a tight embrace, with Monica's hands free, but legs still secured to the band and with the rings still buckled around her feet.
***
The memory of the past night made Monica envious for a second. Not that she would like to be exactly in Paulina's place at the moment but the kind of attention Paul was giving to restraining Paulina's very pretty feet was probably the one thing in their business that she would rather keep for herself. On the other hand though, the marks Monica had on her soles were souvenirs of a journey from earth to hell and then all the way to heaven, the best lesson of trust she could imagine. She knew such journeys were reserved for her only. What Paulina was being strapped in for, was a merely a long journey to hell and back to earth... a cool thing when you look at it in retrospect but probably not that cool when you're a helpless little thing, immobilized for the first time in your life and left at mercy of perfect strangers. Monica quickly got a grip and decided Paulina only deserves her support, not rivalry. She shook the jealousy off and got back to her regular duties.
She closed up on Paulina's feet where, to the girl's horror, Paul was attaching the devices Monica wore at night. Although Paulina had no idea what the tools were meant for and the pins were barely touching her skin yet so there was no way she could feel the pain, she knew the cold touch of steel on her soles didn't mean any good news. Apart from the devices, Paul also mounted a strange construction on the edge of the platform. Paulina tried not to use her imagination but she intuitively knew, the four steel poles, one on each side of each foot, secured to the surface with massive clamps would form the basis for the announced toe bondage. "Shit. They didn't forget" - she thought, amused at how naive she was to think anything she signed up for would be spared. The camera ran all along Paulina's helpless body and focused on her face. Monica started to speak:
-So, today our guest is Paulina! The brave, innocent and desperate student, betrayed by her best friend and left to suffer in our hands to pay her debt. Paulina... tell us, who is to blame for your misery?
Paulina recalled what Monica told her the evening before, right after she signed the contract, when she was literally on the brink of tears: "You signed up for something extreme. It already makes you special. But what really makes you special is you, yourself and the reason why you're here. People will love you and so will Paul. Try as hard as you can to sell your story well and I promise he'll be easier on you...” Paulina kept in mind what she heard but at that moment she didn't have to try hard. She just pronounced the only word that came to her mind in the only manner she could say it:
-Sylvia! - for a second Paulina's voice sounded bold and revengeful again
-That's right! This little bitch should be in your place... although that would be a shame. She's not half as cute as you are... - the compliment didn't mean much to Paulina at the moment - Do you know what you're here for?
-I'm gonna get tickled... - Paulina replied nervously, but still in a relatively strong voice that trembled just a little bit
-Anything else? - Monica insisted
-My feet... they will be... tortured - the bound model closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, making her voice sound helpless and scared again. Her face resembled that of a child that is about to cry and her toes curled desperately.
Monica felt sorry for the model. She left the camera rolling on the tripod and approached the girl.
-Hushhhh... You'll be fine. - she said caringly, stroking Paulina's forehead - You can make it, don't worry. Your bondage is not that tight yet. You can wiggle your feet and raise your head. For now you won't wear the gag either... And look! It's only one hour and a half left till you go home for today!
-The worst still lies ahead... - Paulina replied grimly - You haven't even started and I'm exhausted already!
Monica smiled, moved closer to Paulina and whispered in her ear:
-It's the anticipation that is the worst, fool! I'm amazed you're handling it so well! We had girls breaking out into tears waiting for nothing more than regular tickling shots! And if I were in your place I'd be begging Paul to start this torture already! I wouldn't stand all this waiting!
Coming to realize what Monica just said cheered Paulina up. She couldn't imagine herself begging for the torture to start but if they actually asked her if she wanted them to start immediately or wait a moment, she probably wouldn't hesitate. And expecting that they won't ask, the girl tried to calm her breath down and get ready for whatever may come at any time. Still, she was surprised by Ana's enthusiastic voice coming from near her feet and by what came just after that.
-Don't worry Paulina, I could make it, you'll be fine too!
The smile that appeared on Paulina's face after she heard Ana's support got preserved. Ana's slim fingers made their way to Paulina's soles, stroking them right above the loosely attached tools of torture.
-Shit! - Paulina shrieked when she realized that the feeling, which was nothing more than "regular tickling", has just taken over control of her. First soft giggles immediately gave way to the outright helpless laughter. Her feet started wiggling and Paulina shook her head a few times. Monica was carefully recording the girl's face while another camera was registering the action at the feet. The sensation was growing and soon Paulina was out of breath for the first time.
-Stop-stop-stop-stop! - she shouted desperately
Ana surprised the model again, stopping right after she heard that. Then Paul decided to speak.
-Alright... here's the deal. You're not wearing the gag now, but save the screams for later, if you don't mind. We'll play a game now... - hearing that Paulina raised her head to look at him and once again revealed the horror in her eyes. Paul turned one of the pins around a few times and Paulina felt the dull but pointy end of the pin strain her soft skin.
-You're welcome to laugh, scream and do whatever you like, but everytime you protest against what we do, we will screw these in deeper. Don't worry, they won’t tear your skin. But yes, they will hurt like hell. - Paul continued and went on to drive other pins to the same depth as the first one.
-No! - Paulina sighed as the third pin pushed against her skin
-A deal is a deal... - Paul mumbled indifferently and turned each pin once more
Paulina bit her lips, desperate not to make a sound.
-Girls, she's yours now - Paul announced.
Ana's fingers returned to the balls of Paulina's feet. They were not tickling more vigorously than earlier, but the sensation turned unbearable immediately. Paulina was extremely glad her head was still free and shook it violently in mad laughter, doing all she could to avoid screaming. She also tried to wiggle her feet, but soon realized the more they moved, along with the contraptions they were in, the more painful the pins were. She did quite well in holding back the protests until Monica joined in.
-You bitch stop that! - Paulina yelled when the sudden attack on her upperbody along with restless foot tickling drove her out of her mind.
Paul nodded at Ana to stop tickling the feet and let him access the devices, but Monica kept tickling the smooth armpits. It was not obvious whether the way Paulina was shaking her feet at the time, ignoring the additional pain it produced, was a result of upperbody tickling or a desperate attempt not to allow Paul to make her situation even worse. The little feet had no chance in the fight and the contraptions soon became tighter. One more interval of helpless laughter began.
Monica straddled over Paulina's upperbody and attacked her ribs. She knew the girl wouldn't resist shrieking when she starts tickling there but prevented the protests by putting her own bare foot over Paulina's mouth. This allowed the tickling go on without interruption for a few more minutes before the girl got exhausted. Once Monica's foot was gone, a desperate scream emerged from the laughter.
-Stooooooooop! I don't... care... what you do next... just let me... breeeaaaaaaathe!
The tickling stopped. Small tears ran down Paulina's face as she was catching a breath and biting her lips, expecting another painful turn of the pins. However, the position of the pins didn't change. What happened instead produced an even more painful feeling though. Paulina felt Paul pulls her feet back, making the skin of the sole stretch. Now the pins pushed harder against the soft skin, even without being turned.
She felt her feet are being propped in the position. Something got slipped her each of her big toes and tightened. As other toes were being secured, Paulina raised her head and looked at them. Her toes were now trapped in hose clamps and pulled back towards a bended rod installed in between the poles that were secured to the platform right before her ordeal started. As Paul tightened them, no movement was left for Paulina's feet and each single toe was spread apart. Paulina closed her eyes losing all hope. Unexpectedly, the rings pushing the pins against her soles were released and the two torturous devices fell off the tormented feet. Paul's fingers firmly massaged the spots where the pins were pushing, bringing even more pain first but then offering lots of relief to the tantalized soles.
-Thank you... - she whispered in a cute, exhausted voice. She opened her eyes and saw Monica bow down over her while squatting above her head. Monica menacingly wiggled her fingers in the air making Paulina press her chin against her chest in an attempt to protect herself. "You're so cute" - Monica commented, quickly poking her armpits and bringing shrieks of laughter from Paulina's mouth. The poking went on, making the desperate bound girl visibly angry and at one point even provoking her to try to bite Monica's finger. "Be nice... I'm your closest ally here!" - Monica warned her smiling. All in all, the teasing was quite tolerable, compared with what was coming.
-God, this is so sweet - Ana exclaimed looking at Paulina's helpless toes and took a tiny paintbrush to start teasing the extremely soft area between the toes. Paulina gave up all efforts to fight and broke out into laughter. Another paintbrush caressed her other foot. It tickled less but felt even more menacingly...
Each stroke of the second paintbrush left a wet, oily feeling on the skin. Totally puzzled Paulina tried to look at Monica while laughing. Monica's look seemed sorry. She reached out to touch Paulina's hand that was firmly grabbing the handle next to the wrist restrain. Paulina didn't know what was going on, but released her grip and immediately grasped Monica's hand. "Be brave now" - Monica prompted her smiling. Paulina nodded her head.
Paul, who operated the oily paintbrush covered Paulina's entire right foot in the oil and moved to the left one, making Ana step aside. Without Ana's paintbrush, the ticklish sensation of the oily one was no longer overwhelming and Paulina regained her composure and was calming her breath down, giggling just occasionally. Finally Paul put the paintbrush aside. Paulina's feet shined with the oily substance.
-So we got you covered in baby oil. It will make the heat distribute evenly so that you don't get burnt. But you'll feel the burning. This time you're welcome to scream if you think you're over the edge. It won't change much though... I just don't really think you'd be able to hold it back now. Are you ready?
Paulina had no idea what was going on but Monica held her hand stronger so she nodded her head. Paul reached for a hair dryer and pointed it towards Paulina's helpless soles. She heard the air flow and felt the heat. As long as Paul was altering the hair dryer's position, directing the stream up and down her sole it even felt quite pleasant. But then he concentrated the stream of hot air at one point.
Paulina bit her lips but it didn't take long until she exploded. She vigorously picked up her upperbody from the platform and buckled against the bonds holding her. Her loose hair waved in the air and fell on her face, covering her eyes right after she managed to give a horrified look to Ana. At the moment even the blonde looked scared.
To Paulina, the torture seemed like eternity. In her struggle, she was imagining the way her feet were already getting blistered. She visualized the baby oil on her feet reaching the boiling point and the steel hose clamps turning red hot. She pushed with all her strength against the clamps but they didn't let go. She was absolutely defenseless and her last resort were the desperate screams that she produced constanlty, wishing she could jump out of her skin.
-GOD! Don't do this! - she shrieked in despair. Paul didn't even bother to look at her. He carefully moved the stream an inch lower on her left foot.
From Paul's perspective, which was also that of the camera, the process looked much more agreeable. Paulina's feet were definitely more delicate than Monica's, on which he tested the heat torture many times, so he was especially careful. The soles, which were snow white before, now turned pinkish. Observing the barely visible wrinkles of the soles and the straining muscles right below the tormented skin, he could tell the girl was fighting hard. He wished he could hire Paulina for a purely foot-torture focused video, but this one was above all about tickling. Therefore, after less than two minutes he was done with both feet. Warm and still shiny from the oil they were now awaiting their extremely ticklish fate.
When the hot air stopped flowing, Paulina's head finally rested again. Her eyes were shut. Her muscles felt sore from the fighting. The feet were still burning and she would give anything for a touch of something cold. Even her face was blushy now. Monica was holding her right hand firmly. Paulina instinctively moved her head towards that direction. Her cheek encountered soft, smooth and cool skin of Monica's foot, which rested right next to Paulina's face. She couldn't help and clung to the pleasant surface of the sole, grateful for the peace that finally came. As Monica watched her with a smile, Ana blew gently with her mouth upon Paulina's tormented soles. It brought relief to the poor model but at the same time even that felt ticklish on the extremely sensitized feet.
All the four people in the studio stayed silent for a while. Paulina cherished the moment. Finally, it was her who broke the silence though. When Monica tried to move her foot just an inch away from her, the girl desperately reached out to keep contact with that. It was not until Monica carefully closened her other foot to her face and tickled the cheek with her toes! Paulina shook as if she was waken up from a dream and with a funny squeak moved away from the foot. All the three tormentors laughed. Coming to realize what happened Paulina laughed as well.
Monica moved closer, bowed down and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
-You were amazing! - she said - Now it's nothing but tickling! I hope you don't mind if I join them to have some fun with your feet now?
Actually Paulina did mind that. She couldn't really explain that but all the attention Monica gave her made the suffering much easier. Apparently this was the time, Monica not only stopped offering relief, but would also start to make the situation worse!
-And before I go... I'd better fasten a few more safety belts! You really are a thrasher, I don't trust the foam under your head enough. - saying this, Monica reached for the straps and before Paulina protested, pulled them tightly around her arms and below her elbows. Paulina's body pushed firmly against the foam support now. Monica pushed the model's head, that she kept trying to raise, towards the platform and fastened one last strap on her forehead. What Paulina felt at the moment, was the definition of helplessness.
After Paulina's eyes lost sight of Monica leaving for her feet, the girl hopelessly looked into the ceiling. Her feet cooled down a little bit, just enough for the unpleasant feeling to go away and leave the skin vulnerable and deathly ticklish. She thought she was all alone now and became desperate again. But right then she noticed two eyes painted on the ceiling, staring straight into her own. She found that proof of the producers' sense of humour spooky, yet funny and smiled subconsciously.
-Look! She's smiling! She can't wait for us to start! - Monica shouted
-Nononononono! - Paulina protested, but to no avail. Monica's nails skillfully dug into her right sole. The ticklee went hysterical immediately. Having no way to struggle, she just banged her palms on the handles she was grabbing on earlier at an unbelievable pace.
They made her work hard for another break. By the time it came, her body looked as if she was all covered in baby oil. Right before the break, Ana who was watching the foot-tickling scene in amazement joined in and tickled Paulina's flat stomach with extreme zeal. Paulina couldn't believe that, but actually she had an impression there was one more person who tickled her, altering between the armpits and ribcage. She got reduced to silent laughter then. During the break, she realized she couldn't even tell how long the tickling lasted. She desperately gasped for breath and enjoyed the precious breather, isolating herself from the world outside.
-...I guess this meant she wants the gag! - she managed to hear when her senses came back to norm.
She heard bare feet clap on the floor and recalled Monica offering she would go barefoot during the shoot and herself not realizing how much of a relief this would be. Even now, when Monica turned into her tormentor, Paulina was grateful for the support she got from the girl. In fact she expected another caring touch wiping the tears of her face now and a few soft words from Monica, but surprisingly it was Ana's voice that spoke from behind her head and ordered her to open her mouth. Paulina obediently did. After the ball was in, the strap on her brow got released for a second. Paulina raised her head and allowed the strap securing the gag to be fastened behind it. Soon her head was restrained again. She didn't feel like speaking at all and came to realize the screams are useless.
The final attack came with hairbrushes. Huge eyes of the exhausted ticklee filled up with tears and looked desperately into the picture which stared at her from the ceiling. Gasping for breath in silent laughter, she reached the finish of her session totally exhausted. After the straps were released, Paulina remained spread eagled on the platform, smiling as her shapely breasts were moving up and down with the breath that was slowly regaining its normal pace.
The first day of shooting has come to an end.
TO BE CONTINUED
