Heather

Misty Addams thought she could handle the payback… until Cher woods got backup. Now double the torture as we team up to destroy Misty’s helplessly ticklish soles with fingers, wands, new brushes, and TWO different special gloves! Misty completely loses control trying to survive the nonstop torment. But you know what she’s not… it starts with a “D”. Available now on clips4sale.

"I'm not a baby alright? I can handle a little tickling..." I shrugged naively. I felt the rope grip me tightly as it was coiled around my wrists. "You sure babes? Those steamy romance novels aren't always as eloquent as the real thing."

I could have at least pretended to have taken his warning seriously. "Just do it. Okay?"

Blissfully ignorant as he tied me up, I kept the steamy bondage scene from my book in my mind as he added more rope; reality not seeimg to set in until he took off my socks.

"Why the sour face love? This was your fantasy, remember? Bit off more than you can chew.. Well, chew on these then." He teased.

I felt strangley turned on at the taste of my own filth as I was roped into a strict hogtie on the carpet. He humbled to himself excitedly as my toes and elbows were tried together.

"No way out of this now hun. You ticklish?"

His teasing giving me goosebumps with each added layer. I could feel myself slipping into a situation where things were over my head and our of my control, but God it's what I wanted.

"Alright babes~ Let me grab a bit of oil, and a hairbrush. When I get back, I can give you a good TICKLE."

True to his word, I was already on edge laying there bound and gagged. Ripe for taking and a jumpy mess the second he started touching my feet.

"Nhmm!! Hnhmhnhnhm!! Hnghff!!? HNNFF!"

The ticklish attention was all too much to handle being incapable of fighting back. I could not kick my feet away, I could not cover my sides or hips. I could scream, but any pleads were muffled into garbled nonsense. I was enduring the very ticklish agony I was so uncautiously curious about.

"Is it torture Babes? You like it? Of course not, you're not supposed to. Can't call it that if you like it.

"What's worse hun, being stupid or ticklish?"

He teased. I naively believed I could handle this with ease. However words on a page being influenced by my hand between my legs blinded me to the true reality of 'tickle torture' in practice.

"Don't cry love. We sometimes gotta learn our lesson the hard way. Just remember, it can always get worse."

I was humilated, yet I still found myself turned on in some strange level. Having my limits tested lit a fire within me I did not know could burn.

I layed there for him, albeit without much choice, until he felt that I recieved the appropriate amount of tickling which I had fantasized about.

"It's getting dark Babes. I'll give you awhile to lay there like that and cool off yeah?"

"Now you get a choice. When I come back, I can either let you out or we can have a second go. Fair warning, I won't go easy on you like the first time."

He winked at me as he left, almost in a knowing way as to what I'd choose. As I waited for him I grew both flustered and impatient. Despite learning the truth of just how devastating tickling could be, I felt myself leaning toward wanting more.