Imagine you and I going to a little wild beach, nobody but us in sight, just the yellow sand and the sound of waves crashing against the shore, covering up your every squeak and beg.
Did you really think I would just let you relax?
Did you really think I would pass on the opportunity to cover you up in sand from head down, leaving only your pretty soles peaking out from your own little sand prison?
If I made a little castle from the sand right on top of you, I could say that you are stuck in the castles dungeon, ready to be tortured with the most cruel of methods~
But first let's not forget to apply some sunscreen so you won't get burned. The sunhat that you brought with you, will keep your head cool but aren't you forgetting about something?~
Perhaps a pair of perfectly immobilized soles, sweating under the scorching sun, all of it making your skin so much more soft and sensitive.
You won't mind if I take those flip-flops away, and instead gently spray a nice and thick layer of sunscreen on those pretty feet before I gently rub it in, your skin glistering, tempting me to just dig my claws straight in and make you beg for mercy, but instead the palms of my open hands gently slide up and down the curve of your soles, really taking in every spot I could focus on~
The lock of the sports-bag I brought with me under the pretext of swimming gear openes up with a satisfying zip, as tool after tool make their way out of it, taking their rightful place right next to those so sensitive blushing soles~
I couldn't bother with packing up the light toys, where is the fun in that? Today's menu consists of only the best soft bristled brushes, and scalp massagers, all the tools you so fucking hate, put into a nice straight line while you can't do nothing but try to take adorably small peeks from under the rim the hat that rests on your head, protecting you so well from the heat but not from the torture you will face so soon~
You probably can't wait to be broken and put back together over and over again, with the mix of oiled up bristles driving up and down your soles, and a few hushed reaffirming words~
I start with tugging a fuzzy towel right under those pretty soles, not only to trap them even more but to make sure no sand will stick to their surface, at least not before I'm done with you~
A hairband wraps around your toes, tight enough where they feel glued together, nowhere to go but to desperate wiggle and dance in a pleading dance, as my fingers gently slide across them, a orchestra of gentle giggles coming from your lips, a confirmation that I should keep going~
Soon the rest of them join, into the merciless slow torture of those claws dancing up and down your soles, sliding without any resistance across the glistering lotioned skin, wave after wave of the horrible ticklish sensation washing over you like the sea crushing across the beach~
You whine and beg, but nobody is there to help you, it's just us and the endless sand, stretching far and wide...and of course all those pesky brushes~
I will start breaking you slow, not as slow as you would like to I imagine, but with the tiniest hairbrush in the display, I gently press it against the arches of yours soles, and slide it sideways again and again, painfully slow, so your mind can really focus on it, if you try hard enough you could probably count all of those gentle pins down, each wrecking havoc, you are not ready to tolerate. Your head shakes from side to side, but it's useless, nothing happens, no matter how much you struggle you are trapped.
The more you struggle the more you realize just how much weight is wrapped around your body, all that wet sand around you working like cement, all of your struggling didn't even help when I grabbed the grooming gloves and slide those across my hands.
I know my doggy wants to go for a swim but first it's time for your owner to have some fun~
OH the howls that came out from your chest, raw and pure agony as I don't hold back, really brush and swipe across your sweat and lotion covered soles, it all works like magic, bristles small and big move over them like over ice, no matter how much of a fight you put in, there is no escape, only the hot hell of ticklish bliss~
You scream and beg into the vast emptiness of the wild, and nothing happens, the tickling doesn't stop untill I made sure you had enough, until you are drooling and murmuring some bullshit under your nose~
Only then I take a handful of sand and rub it right into your soles, it sticks into them perfectly creating a coat whenever it could~
Well, I will take a little swim, but when I'm back, we are brushing all of that shit clean off. There is no way I'm letting you into my car with sand all over your soles~
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