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Tickling FCat!

Hey there, fans! Fantine here. I know -- there's a lot of explaining to do; I don't even know where to begin. This is a long one, so I hope y'all stick with me.

A few days ago, Cat and I were going through our inbox and trying to reorganize files. Videos, shoots, requests, booking -- take your pick. We uncluttered a lot of shit and organized them into a nice list, and my boss - Cat - passed it over to me to handle. I spent a good half hour combing through the list -- I'm looking and looking -- and I notice there's a ton of messages asking:

"When's the boss gonna get hers?" "Is Cat available?" "When can we see Cat tickled?"

I'm not even joking, there's at least 20 or so messages from fans and associates about her, filled to the brim with their wildest fantasies. It's more than anything I've seen so far since we've been open. I think about how to approach this -- so I get up, walk to her office, and just lay it out. I'm reading through bullet points of ideas the fans had, and Cat's just scoffing. I remember she said "Yeah, that's never going to fucking happen."

Look, I love Cat -- we've been in business for a while, and she pays me pretty well to keep the equipment functioning, do setups, book appointments, etc. And she was never gonna be the ticklee? Not even once?

Nah. I wasn't going to let that slide. I knew in my heart she wasn't gonna fire me, because there's no one else in the industry with this much technological prowess mixed with a depraved, fetishistic mind like me. So I schemed. Just a tiny bit.

So I was like -- hey, we got these beautiful stocks auctioned off to us by some guy who we're gonna keep anonymous. Why not use it? I remembered, he told us this setup was cursed. Something to do with "Living Wood."

It took a few days, but I convinced our company nurse, our animal caretaker, and our analyst to "join the cause." No matter what, at the end of the day -- Cat is going into them stocks.

We were literally chasing her through the entire facility, and I gotta say -- this woman can fucking run. She's been training for months, and none of us on the staff are too athletic, but after a good 10 minutes or so, we finally got her. Cat was fighting and biting her way out, but sorry boo -- four is greater than one. (Cat if you're reading this, I love you, please don't fire meeee)

Now the special thing with these stocks that we found out -- they're like otherworldly, cursed, eldritch-type horrors. Arms literally spring out of them when they're about to receive a ticklee. So we put Cat in -- lock in her ankles, and I'm combing through the list to find the first bullet on the line. The fan messaged: "[I'd like Cat] with all [her] toes tied in stocks. Both feet tickled by electric toothbrushes, the arch on one and the toes on the other. Feet oiled as well if it’s not too much trouble. Thanks[.]"

We have to start somewhere, right? I'm taking off her shoes -- Cat's cursing at me, screaming to let her go -- but I mean...I've dealt with so many ticklees over the years and this shit is just blank noise. Instead of conventional baby oil or coconut oil, I'm rubbing this special concoction we made into her feet -- it's like an oil/paste hybrid with an ointment kind of consistency that makes the skin ridiculously slippery; it also retains body heat well to keep her extra sensitive. It's the stuff we put on our naughtiest lees usually.

Here's a few secrets you didn't know about my boss -- number 1: Cat's toes are her more ticklish spot. Number 2: did y'all know her feet blush when they're touched or tickled? Like they turn pink almost instantly when you're rubbing on them. I think it's fucking adorable.

Anyways, after I got Cat's feet all oiled up and we bring out the Sonicares - electric toothbrushes that vibrate thousands of times a second...it's maximum tickling efficiency capable of decimating nerves. It's her favorite tool to use (and have it used on her).

So the Living Wood comes out of the stocks and grabs the brushes up out of my hand -- I mean, she can't fire me if I'm not the one doing the tickling, right? And Cat is whimpering like crazy until they turn those brushes up on max speed and get it going -- they start gliding the bristles against her greasy-looking soles, and Cat immediately starts losing her mind. She's ticklish as fuck (on a scale of 1 to 10, she's a 30), and I know deep down, she loves it.

One of my favorite sounds I think is underrated -- is the buzzing of the electric toothbrush. Like it sounds like a nest of angry bees or wasps flying around, and the moment that buzzing becomes muffled slightly -- you know it's made contact with Cat's glistening soles. If you mix that with her roaring laughter -- I mean...paradise is right here on Earth. I'm not even joking - fans, this might be one of the hottest things y'all ever witnessed.

The toothbrush is just effortlessly gliding in between her greasy toes, and Cat is flopping side to side -- like a fish out of water. Her black hair is getting thrown back and forth as she loses her sanity. She's sweaty, blushing, wiggling, and howling...shrieking with laughter because we all know -- it tickles.

While boss is in the other room laughing it up, we'll keep her monitored. I don't think I've ever seen a girl wiggle so violently when her feet are tickled.

Anyways, I've put in a few days off for her (I'm such a caring employee, right?) and the stocks are gonna keep tickling her until the batteries on the toothbrush run out. I don't really know what it'll do after, so I'll keep y'all posted.

Don't worry about us too much, we'll take care of her! Much love to all of you!

-- Fantine

Arts & Laughs #2 - Mercy We re-opened the studio briefly after the holidays and checked our inbox; I can't tell you how full it was. Thousands and thousands of emails sent to us from fans around: "When are you opening back up? I want to try." "When are you bringing this lee back?" "Where do I sign up?"

I don't have all the answers to these questions yet, but we did open our doors for even more depraved ideas, so we tossed out another questionnaire on what fans would have liked to see. For those of you who don't know, in my free time - I like to dabble in art, and I received an inquisitive message via the questionnaire from a fan: "How do you paint women?" Well, this had me thinking, and of course - the mind wanders. Naturally, I held a conference with Fantine to get confirmation on whether this was interesting or not, and the answer was a resounding maybe. What's life if we don't try something new? This is something we call "Arts & Laughs," where we bring in any ticklee intelligent enough to explore our "experimental division," take off their shoes, and paint their bare feet. One thing I've learned - those bristles on a paintbrush can be very tickly (from personal experience, don't ask) - especially when we apply a special, oily paint to go with it (not actual oil paints). So naturally, we brought in one of our most willing lees in the studio - Dr. Ziegler. She was happy to volunteer herself for this kinky little experiment.

We strapped her down and stocked her up - wrists and all - and got to work. We got rid of her loafers and socks, took up a brush, and started tickling. I decided to paint Mercy's right sole a salubrious silver, while Fantine went with a gorgeous gold on her left, and let me tell you - the moans and laughter that erupted from this Swiss beauty were amazing.

You see, paintbrushes feel interesting when we slowly drag its bristles against the skin, but when we speed things up...well it just glides across her bare feet and does its job of tickle torture - though I think that really depends on the ticklee. Angela not only adores being tickled but also has sensitive soles, which made this little experiment of ours a no-brainer. Fantine's favorite thing to do is hold those toes of her back - so Angela's sole is taut - and dig the paintbrush right into her arch. She lets those soft bristles circle and swish-swish-swish in circular patterns against Dr. Ziegler's sensitive foot...it's enough for our victim to squeal "Oh mein gott!" over and over again.

All in all, it's quite simple - we paint, paint, paint; Mercy laugh, laugh, laughs. The downside - Dr. Ziegler is a wiggler for sure. She can wiggle and giggle all she wants, but she can't stop those Swiss soles from being painted (which did get things a little messy for everyone)! After the session, we asked Mercy if she enjoyed herself and she gave it two thumbs up. Hooray for science!

One of these days, I think we ought to swap our paints to pink to give an entire new meaning to the term "tickled pink." What do you think? Should we keep this concept in our studio?

Anyways, I hope you all had a great New Years! We're always looking forward to your messages!