Tickles Mcgee

You arrive at the doctors office for a routine check-up. You felt fine, but it couldn't hurt to make sure you were in good health. Entering the waiting room, you couldn't help but notice the plethora of magazines plastered with people smiling and laughing, and the walls were covered with posters of gleeful doctors and patients, one in particular was wearing a wide grin across her face, with her arms pointed forwards, giving two big thumbs up. Strangely, many of the patient posters seemed to just be a picture of their face, their body seemingly hidden, while they were bright red and laughing, some even had tears in their eyes.

'How embarrassing' you thought to yourself, looking at the posters, confused as to how people would be so willing to pose for pictures like that. 'And why do the patients just have head shots?'. These photos continued to baffle you until your name was called by the Doctor. You stood up, and walked into the office, the sterilised smell singeing your nostrils. The doctor was a short woman, around 5'2, but was wearing black heels that brought her height up. She had flowing, brunette hair that cascaded down her shoulders and back. Her makeup was professional, and accentuated her facial features.

She greeted you and sat you down on a chair in the office and began to ask you questions about your health and your medical history. You responded truthfully, explaining your previous experiences with doctors, which she carefully typed onto the computer at her desk, the clicking sounds of the keyboard hitting the back of your brain. Seemingly out of nowhere, the doctor asked you,

"Do you have any skin sensitivities?"

You flinched, what a strange question to ask, but you still replied honestly, saying that you do have sensitive areas of the skin but it isn't a medical issue. Her eyes almost seemed to light up at your response, and she became much more happy to be speaking to you. The rest of the appointment went smoothly, the doctor had used her stethoscope to listen to your heart and had checked inside your ears. It was only when testing your muscle soreness that she seemed to get a curious look across her face. She pressed into your stomach with her fingers, causing you to recoil your stomach back, to which she feigned a puzzled look. It was a concerningly short length of time before she chose to give you an x-ray.

"You have some soreness across your upper body, possible bruising in some of your bones, and I'd like to perform an x-ray, please sign here to acknowledge the risks associated with using an x-ray"

You could've sworn that wasn't how x-rays worked, but she was the doctor, you assumed she should know better than you. After signing the contract, you were taken into the x-ray room. This room was eerily dim, the lights on the roof only bright enough to shine a soft beam of light throughout the room. In the back corner of the room was the stand for the doctor to stand during the x-ray, and on the wall to your right was the x-ray area. The x-ray was set up just above waist height, facing the wall, that had two bars sticking out on the high end of the wall.

"To get a better view of your torso, you need to hold onto the bars above your head, and stand in a straight line downwards please"

This seemed like a worthlessly elaborate process, but you decided to just bite the bullet and get it over with. You walked up to the wall and gripped both bars with your arms, and stood with your feet close together, in a pencil shape. The doctor smiled, and thanked you, walking over to the stand in the corner of the room and clicked a few buttons on the keyboard, and then pressed the button on the desk. Immediately, a large bar of metal locked around your wrists, elbows and ankles, completely immobilising your limbs. Your head shot towards the doctor, who was only looking at you with a grin, just like the ones you saw on the posters.

She walked slowly up to you, her heels clicking against the tiled floor in an ominous manner, you looked at her with fear, her eyes met yours and she chuckled softly, shaking her head and unzipped a bag that she took from the corner of the room. In it was a tripod, which she stood in front of you, at your head height. She then took a camera out of the bag and placed it atop the tripod, clicking it into place and checking it worked by taking a picture, the light of it blinding you, causing you to squint your eyes gently. As fear began to take hold, you started to struggle against the metal cuffs holding your limbs in place, wriggling back and forth, but only your hips were able to move in and out. You were stuck, and no matter how hard you tried you were completely unable to find any weakness in the binds.

"There's no use in that" The doctor says to you, her tone sounding sickly sweet. She walked closer to you, and eyed your shirt, rolled it up and tucked it underneath itself, bringing it all the way up to your chest, completely exposing your stomach. You gave her a confused look, as she stroked her fingers lightly across your abdomen, causing you to flinch back. She giggled.

"Perfect" She reacted as her eyes came back to meet yours.

"We need a new smile for our posters..."

It takes you a moment to understand what she's trying to say, but suddenly it hit you. All the photos of the patients in the waiting room, their teary eyes as they laugh, the reason why you could only see their head, everything made sense. They were being tickled, and it was about to happen to you. Immediately you began to shout, and attempted to thrash against the bonds, trying desperately to get out, but to no avail. At this moment, a man wearing scrubs entered the room, closed the door, locking it behind him, and closed the blind to cover the window from any onlookers, he silently took his position at the camera and signalled for the doctor to begin, which is when her cold hands struck.

Your body jolted as she gave an initial squeeze to your sides, then, as she caressed your midriff with her long, pointed nails, your belly quivered uncontrollably. Your lips pursed, attempting to swallow the giggles, which is when the doctor abruptly rolled her thumbs into your hips. Your composure broke and you squealed, causing the doctor and the man to chuckle. She continued to wiggle her thumbs into your hips as you writhed under her digits, only making the ticklish sensation worse, making you writhe more. This endless cycle turned your squealing into full laughter, as you tilted your head back and let the laughter out.

The man started taking pictures, the white light spitting out of the camera in bursts, temporarily blinding you. Strangely, this made you more ticklish, as the deprivation of your sight caused the sensation of touch to be amplified. The doctor, moved her hands up towards your ribs, taking all five fingers and grasped at your ribs and the skin between it. You lost all control of your body now, as you bucked and thrashed away, ticklish laughter flowing out of your mouth as if it were a burst pipe, water formed at the corners of your creased eyes, causing the man to take another picture, further heightening the ticklish sensations and causing you to enter silent laughter, only occasionally broken by the sound of you inhaling for breath. After what felt like an age, the doctor stopped, moved over to the man and reviewed the picture.

"Very nice." the doctor giggled as she saw the photos, she and the man brought the pictures to you and showed you the photos.

"Thank you for signing the contract allowing us to use these photos, I assume you read it?" She spoke condescendingly, knowing that you had not checked what you were signing. You looked at her, enraged, and yet begging her not to use them. She only chuckled more and shook her head.

"I'm afraid I can't do that" She replied coyly "But I do have another hour before my next appointment." She smiled and you looked at her in horror as she, and the man, came up your body. You begged, you pleaded with them, telling them that you'd do anything for it to stop, but the weren't listening. The man took a position at your covered armpits, while the doctor wiggled her fingers over your sides.

"Have fun, my good patient. And I do hope you won't tell anyone about this, that was also in the contract that you failed to read. If you do tell anyone, I think you know what will happen to you"

David considered himself to be quite the charismatic individual. His jet black hair styled in a short quiff, and his black stubble perfectly rested over his powerful jawline. He was, on all accounts, an attractive man.

But he had a secret. One known to absolutely nobody in his life, Even his best friends, with whom they share everything doesn't know about this one... He had a tickle fetish. He didn't really know why he hasn't told anyone, after all, his friends were very understanding, even admitting to various fetishes themselves. But deep down he was in fear of being ridiculed, or labelled as a creep. Regardless, he decided that today was the day he was to use his secrets to his advantage.

David went online and did a google search of 'Dominatrix for hire' and found a woman called Mistress Konstantina and she was absolutely stunning. Her long, ginger locks flowed down to her shoulders and her Leather Suit had fishnets on her stomach and legs which flaunted her Tattoos, But not too many tattoos, she didn't turn her body into an inky blob, just a Tattoo of the word 'DOM' on her toned abdomen and a snake that runs down her right leg. to her knee. David was speechless, she was just magnificent. And then he saw her welcome post...

"Hello you submissive cretins, I am Mistress Konstantina but you will refer to me only as 'mistress'. You are worthless and I will make you know that. Paying for me will give you the treatment you know you deserve. I have never done a video shoot but I will if you ask very nicely. Prices are $150 per hour, it is more expensive than other Doms but I am the best Dom around so I should expect you to pay the price"

'Wow, She's Arrogant' David thought to himself 'Even Better'. David knew what he wanted to do with Mistress Konstantina and sent an email to the address provided on the website that said:

"Hello my Mistress, I think you are very beautiful and would wish nothing more than to have myself be restrained and tickled mercilessly by you. I wish for you, Mistress, to tickle me for the whole day on the 21st of August at 161 Hamilton Avenue, starting from 11am and ending at 8pm and I wish, with your approval of course, to record the entire session. I am willing to pay $250 for you to arrive at my house, where I already have the stocks and camera ready to go. Thank you for this opportunity, Mistress."

He sent the Email with a grin on his face, Knowing that almost everything he wrote was a lie. He didn't have any stocks ready, He didn't have a camera ready, and, most Importantly, he was not going to be tickled by the Dominatrix...

The Dominatrix was going to be tickled by him.

David had always dreamed about tickling women, His first tickling fantasy was when he was 12 and was watching Kim Possible, thinking how wonderful it would be to capture a strong woman and tickle her until she was crying with laughter, and what better woman to do that to than a Dominatrix, women who are supposed to dominate others and make them submit, being tickled until they themselves submit.

The first thing David had to do was to buy the things he needed. He had decided to use his phone camera attached to a phone tripod he borrowed from his friend, and chose to drive out of town to buy the stocks from a bdsm shop, in fear of being found out if he went to the one in his town. He bought the stocks that would tie her arms out horizontally to her side, exposing her ribs and armpits, and that would lock her feet in place in front of her, with toe binds too, if necessary. The stocks were split into four separate pieces and put them into the back of his car, with the main piece just fitting in the trunk of the car, with the two arm pieces and the leg piece in the back seat. He drove home, imagining all the fun he will have on the 21st, Imagining where she is most ticklish, what her laugh sounds like and how she will react to the tickling.

When he got home, he checked his emails, and found a new, unopen email saying:

"I will be able to make it on the 21st, and you will be able to film, but considering you are asking so much of me, I think it is only fair if you pay $300, but we will work out the pay when I meet you."

'Perfect' David thought, Stage 1 was complete.

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David woke up at 9am on Saturday, the 21st, the day he has been waiting for since he found Mistress Konstantina 5 days earlier. He spent an hour having breakfast, brushing his teeth and making himself look presentable, and like his charismatic self, and another hour making sure everything was in order for the Mistress' arrival. He had put the stocks back together, he had placed the various tools on a tray next to it. He hadn't set his phone onto the tripod yet, but he had a plan to do that while she was here. He was checking again, and again, and again until he heard:

*Knock*Knock*Knock*

This was it.

She was here.

David open the door and gazed at the beauty of the mistress, wearing exactly what was shown in the picture on her website. Her leather suit, with fishnets flaunting her legs and stomach. The leather piece on her chest stopped at her arms, so her armpits were also clearly visible when she raised her hands. She was also wearing black ankle high boots with heels that made her look much taller. Much more dominant, or so she thinks.

"Hi! Thanks for coming" David spoke clearly and confidently, trying to act likeable to the Mistress. He spoke with a smile on his face in order to ease the tension.

"Hello... David was it? that's what your email address said anyway"

"Yes it's David, I can't wait for what we're going to do today. It's been a while since I've been dominated". This was a just a well-told lie, David has never been dominated, but he wanted the Mistress to believe that he had done this before and so he was to be trusted for what he was going to do next. They chatted for a couple of minutes, about the Mistress' trip to his house, about the traffic when you go through the centre of town. They even bonded about their shared passion of tennis. Mistress Konstantina had now got her guard down, and started to talk to David as if he was a friend of hers, and not someone he was supposed to be dominating.

"The people who pay for me are so desperate" she went on "Like, some people are like 'Ooh mistwess, pwease spank me, pwetty pwease'. Some people have paid $500 just for a picture of my fuckin' foot". This is where David saw what she was really like, she was just using her dominant façade so that her customers would ridiculously overpay for her. She was arrogant and cocky and David wanted to break her, but it would take some tricking.

"So... have you ever been a sub?" David asked while putting his phone on the tripod.

"Oh no, never, that's not who I am, like... I'm just not that type of girl" She responded, whilst sitting on a chair next to him, without asking, mind you. There was a long silence after that, clearly things were getting awkward. David couldn't let that happen, he needed to keep the conversation going so that the Mistress would keep her guard lowered.

"Are you going to tickle me until I can't breathe" He asked while looking at her with his hypnotic, contagious smile on his face. The Mistress smiled back at him.

"Well if you're really ticklish" she giggled whilst saying "then you'll find it hard to breathe".

"Yeah I am... Are you?" David asked her, to which she lost her smile instantly and remarked sharply.

"Me? ticklish? God no, that wouldn't be right. I don't have an exploitable weakness like that, I'm a dominatrix." She responded, sounding offended that he would even ask.

"Of course, I'm sorry I asked" He proclaimed, trying to keep her at ease, so that she would be more inclined to do what he was about to ask.

"It's fine".

"Alright... all done, I just need your help with something" David confessed.

"With what?"

"I'm going to need you to act as a stand-in while I check everything works properly"

"You want me to... get in the stocks?" The Mistress wondered, with a concerned look in her eyes.

"Only for a second, so I can check what the camera will focus on and what the audio will pick up on. Once it's sorted out I'll get you out and it'll be my turn". He replied with a devilish grin on his face, which the Mistress put down to him talking about himself being tickled, which is why she agreed.

"Ok. But only for one minute" She responded to David with a stern look on her face before sitting on the cushioned seat of the stocks. She put her arms out in a T shape and David began strapping her arms to the chair.

"I've never been tied up before" Mistress Konstantina comments as David completes both arm straps and ties her waist into the chair.

"Really? Never"

"It's just not what I do". David completes the waist strap and moves on to her feet. He closes the foot portion of the stocks and locks it shut.

"I'm gonna need to take off your shoes" David said to the now tied up, completely helpless Mistress sitting vulnerably in front of him.

"What! Why?" She hissed, still acting as if she has any control of the situation, not realising that she, for the first time since she was a child, was not in control.

"I need to check that my feet will be in focus when I'm in the stocks, and your shoes are too close to the camera for me to be sure" David responded kindly, seeing how long he can trick this naïve dominatrix into getting willingly put into a position where she can be tickled for as long as he wants. He reminded himself how perfect it is that the Mistress has never done a video shoot before, and that if she knew how video shoots went, she never would have allowed herself to get into the position she is right now.

"Fine! but you are really pushing it now and when I get out of here, you're going to be in deep shit!". David nods his head sharply and starts taking off her shoes. Her feet were magnificent. David wasn't all that into the look of feet as much as he was tickling them but even he couldn't deny how soft looking her feet were, and how her pedicured toenails looked

excellent coloured black. David took it upon himself to push her feet back and wrap her big toes in the toe binds.

"Woah! What do you think you're doing???" The Mistress roared at David, her eyes piercing him like an icicle.

"Just putting your feet where my feet will be when you tickle me" He responds calmly, adding the idea of her tickling him to put her mind at ease, reminding her why she is doing this. He puts each toe in one of the toe binds and steps back to admire his work. He'd done it. He'd managed to trick a dominatrix into getting tied up and trapped in a set of stocks.

"Ok, now to test the audio, wiggle your arms please" She did so, finding it very difficult to do.

"Now your waist" She attempted to move her waist, but realising that she couldn't lift her waist further than an inch.

"And finally, your feet" Trying to move her feet, she found them completely immobile, with not a centimetre of slack on the toe binds.

"Great, and now I'll check the focus". He puts hand in between the camera and the Mistress' feet, moving his hand forwards and backwards and then touches her foot with his fingers, and starts tracing his fingers up and down the sole of her left foot causing her to gasp.

"Hehey! what are you doing now?" she asks, a slight giggle escapes her lips as she spoke.

"Oh I'm sorry, I thought you weren't ticklish" He says, staring directly into the cold eyes of Mistress Konstantina, a mischievous grin on his face, which is when she realised the reality of the situation

"YOU TRICKED ME!"

"Yep"

"FUCK YOU"

"don't be so rude Konstantina, after all, I'm the one in control" He slyly responded, as he scrapes his nails down the vulnerable mistress' whole left foot.

"GRRRRRHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHASTOHOHOHOPPEPHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" she squealed as David's nails dug into her soles

"You said you weren't ticklish, you lied to me, as a dominatrix you should know the punishment" He teased as he uses his other hand to tickle both feet at the same time

"No, no no no no pleEEEEEEHESEHEHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOFUHUHUHUHUCKYOUHUHUHUHUHUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" She screamed as she tries as hard as she can to move her feet, but to no avail as the toe binds are keeping her foot completely immobile.

David pauses the tickling for a brief moment, before moving his tray of tools next to him and Konstantina's feet, he took of the electric flossers and turned them on.

"I want you to tell me how ticklish you are"

"FUCK YOU" She barked

"Still arrogant, we'll have to change that" David joked as he pressed the electric flossers in between the big toe and second toe of both feet, causing the Mistress to go into a ticklish frenzy

"NOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTOPITPLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"Tell me how ticklish you are" He moved the electric flossers in between her other toes and on the balls of her feet.

"AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAIHIHIHIHIHIHMMVEREHEHEHEHEHEHEYEEHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHATIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLIHIHIHIHIHIHSHHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOWPLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEASESTOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOPEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"Ok". David stops tickling her feet and stands up, puts the electric flossers back on the tray and looks into the eyes of his 'mistress', who now look less cold and more defeated and concerned.

"I'll stop tickling your feet, thank me"

"What?"

"Thank me for stopping or I'll bring out the hairbrush"

"Thank you" She responds almost instantly.

"You're welcome" He teased as he knelt next to her stomach.

"W-what are you doing?" The Mistress whimpered

"I said I'd stop tickling your feet, I didn't say I'd stop tickling you all together" David remarked while bringing his hands towards her sides.

"P-please, what do you want? I-I have money, you want money?" The dominatrix begs, an odd turn of events considering her job.

"No, what I want is to make tough girls like you a blubbering, giggling mess" He beamed as he quickly and erratically squeezed her sides, causing her to buck as much as she could

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOIMBEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEGGINGYOUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHJUSTSTOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOPEHEHEHEHEHEPLEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEASEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHVEMEHEHEHEHEHRCYHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"You are begging, but I've not truly broken you yet". David grabs one of the electric flossers back from the tray and sticks it into her belly button, but doesn't turn it on.

"NO! PLEASE!" The Mistress spouted, A look of genuine fear glistening in her eyes.

"Awww, somebody must have a very ticklish belly button" David cooes. He turns on the electric flosser and Konstantina falls into a fit of intensely ticklish agony.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAANOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

Tears were strolling down Konstantina's face, her make-up ruined and black streaks of eyeliner came careening down her face, she had never been tickled like this before, she would never allow it to happen because she was always the dominant one. Now, feeling embarrassed after getting tricked into being strapped into a pair of stocks, she was longing for the torture to be over.

"My My!" David hooted "Look at the time! Its only 3pm, that means I have you for 5 more hours before people might start to get concerned about your whereabouts. And you better not think about telling anybody about this, because I have the video" He turned around the tripod to reveal the phone with around 4 hours of footage, clearly the footage of her being tricked and tickled. She bowed her head in defeat, she knew if she told anyone her career would be over, she wouldn't be earning thousands of dollars a month from dominating if anyone found out.

"Well lets move on" As he spoke he lunged his hands into Konstantina's smooth armpits, catching her off guard and sending her into another ticklish frenzy.

"AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHWHYHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAJUHUHUHUHUHUHSTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"For someone who is supposed to be tough and dominant, you are super ticklish and weak, aren't you?"

She didn't respond, just bowed her head in shame. David quickly tickled her armpits, causing her to yelp.

"Aren't you" David snapped.

"yes" Konstantina whimpered, her head remaining locked downwards, towards her stomach, Her curly, ginger locks drooping down over her face.

David stared at her for a few seconds, then went to the tray and got a new electric flosser, two electric toothbrushes, two vibrating hairbrushes, and a roll of tape. He strapped an electric toothbrush to each armpit, a vibrating hairbrush to each foot, and the electric flosser to her belly button, all with no resistance from Konstantina, whose head remained in the same position as before.

"I'm going to turn all of these on, and I will release you when all of these run out of charge, or it reaches 8pm, whichever happens first. You have no say in the matter, so don't beg, or I'll come over and use my hands to tickle you as well. Understand?"

The mistress slowly and slightly nods her head in agreement.

"Good" He beamed as he turned on each device.

You eat your breakfast as you watch the news, something like this has never happened before, and you know that today will be a busy day for you. This is confirmed when your phone rings, and your boss tells you that you need to come into work immediately.

You are a spy, and a decorated one at that, despite your young age. Nobody has forgotten when you spent six months befriending one of the most dangerous mob bosses in the world, and collected enough information for the military to make an arrest. Your name will always be known as one of the best spies your country has ever had. Which is why they instantly came to you to retrieve the lost goods.

You go into work, and into the office of your boss. They inform you that they have a suspect in the robbery. "Her name is Scarlet Rose, but all we know about her is that she goes to the Bishop Bar. She doesn't have any criminal record but she was around the facility at the time the objects were stolen"

"What objects have been stolen?" You ask, inquisitive as always.

"That's classified, so classified that they won't even tell me, but that's not your job. Your job is just to find out where they are, not retrieve them"

"Got it". You stare at the photo your boss hands you. This women is attractive, and definitely not the sort you'd imagine stealing from a government facility. Her black hair flows effortlessly perfect down her neck and her shoulders, her green eyes and long eyelashes match wonderfully against her skin.

The rest of the day goes as normal, but as night turns you put on your clothes that you go out in, professional but seductive was the guide to follow, as told to you by your boss, and headed out to the Bishop Bar. As you step through the door you see, at the table in the corner of the bar, Scarlet Rose. Sitting Alone. You go to the bar, order yourself a drink, and walk up to her table.

"You ok?" you ask her, looking her right in the eyes. As you do, a tear rolls down her cheek.

"Not really, my parents are in the hospital"

"That's horrible, I'm sorry" you respond, knowing now that this is your gateway into befriending her. You talk for hours about anything. From family to fears to each others love life. Before you know it, it's 1am and Scarlet stands up, signalling she wants to leave. You need to get her number, so that you can continue to get on her good side and progress the mission. As you think of what to say, Scarlet speaks.

"Do you want to come to my place and talk some more?"

Perfect! And it wasn't even you who asked, so it doesn't look like you wanted to push it this far. Needless to say, you agree and make you way to her house. She opens the door and you walk in, examining the living room. Nothing out of the ordinary, or anything to signal where the missing items are. She asks if you want to sit down and you oblige, sitting on the couch.

"Would you like a drink?" She asks you. You decline, as you can't be sure if it will be safe to drink, it may be drugged. You aren't stupid, and you won't be tricked so easily.

"Alright then, lets watch some TV" Scarlet sits down and presses the on button on the remote. The TV turns on, and the news is playing, talking about the robbery. You look at Scarlet, who seems very uncomfortable. Whilst watching the news, you hear a subtle hissing noise, you look around the room, trying to identify the source of the sound.

"Hold on" Scarlet says "let me check the boiler, I can hear a hissing noise" she leaves the living room and goes upstairs. You check she is gone, and once she is you look around. Looking under and peering behind every surface, opening every drawer, cabinet and wardrobe in the room. But as you look behind the TV, you start to feel very nauseous, and very dizzy. It makes you sit down, and you realise that something is wrong. You look at the stairs, and see Scarlet. But she is wearing a gas mask.

"I knew you wouldn't take a drink, so I used a gas instead"

'Of course, the hissing noise' you think. How could you have been so easily misled like this?

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"Wakey Wakey my little spy" You wake up tied to a table, your arms stretched and tied above your head on the table, your legs tied at your ankles, and your toes are tied back, leaving your feet completely immobile. All of your clothes have been removed, apart from your underwear, which you also have a Velcro strap on to tie you down further. You shake around, but not an inch of slack is given in the knots. You severely underestimated this woman, as this is one of the most secure binds you have been in throughout you career. Your forehead is also strapped down, leaving nothing to look at but the rusty ceiling, and Scarlet, who is peering down at you.

"Did you really think you could walk into the bar I visit so often, and know all of the customers of, and act like you belong, without me realising that you were planted to get me to tell you where those items are? well, yes, it was me who stole them, if it wasn't already quite apparent. Now, I need to know where the government stores their nuclear weapons". You don't speak, following your training to remain silent at all times

"Not talking? OK, I'll talk to myself. Do you have any idea what objects I stole?" You shift your eyes to meet hers. Scarlet takes a condescending gasp.

"Oh! you don't, do you? of course you don't. Your government won't tell you anything. And I won't either, but I'll show you". She pulls out a metal rod, roughly 30cm long, with what looks to be a barcode scanner at one end, with a button on It's handle. Scarlet presses the button and aims the rod at your body, a red laser hits your hands in a horizontal line. She moves the rod down your body so that the laser passes your head, down your chest, stomach and legs, and then down to your feet. Scarlet then individually scans the bottoms of both of your feet. She goes to a computer and clicks a few times with the mouse, but you are unsure what it is she is doing until she shows you a picture of a silhouette of a body and a pair of feet, on each part of the body there are different colours. The colours are yellow on the thighs and the soles of the feet, orange on the belly button and heels, and red on the stomach, armpits, hips, ribs and toes. You eyebrows furrow, you don't know what is going on.

"This is you" Scarlet tells you.

"Another item I stole was the table you are on right now, and hidden inside this table is a selection of tools which will aid me to help you understand what the silhouette means" You facial expression does not change, you are still just as confused as before. Scarlet looks at you, and presses a button on a remote, she removes the strap on your forehead and lets you look around. From within the table, a range of tools emerge. At your feet, you see electric flossers and brushes. At your armpits, you see paint rollers on the ends of spinning devices. And at your stomach you see robotic hands, some with nails on top of the stomach, and some without at you sides and hips. Scarlet moves up to your ribs.

"Where the red was on the silhouette are the places where you are the most ticklish"

Butterflies fill your stomach, and your breathing becomes jagged and panicked.

"Awww... is someone nervous? It's OK. If you tell me where to find the nuclear weapons the I won't press the begin button on this remote"

"I.... I don't know... They won't tell me" You respond, never before have you felt so helpless, tickling was never a form of torture you were warned about.

"10...9...8..." Scarlet counts, your heart begins to race.

"Seriously I don't know anything! I'm just a spy... they don't trust me with that sort of information in case I get captured"

"7...6...5..."

"My boss will know, Audrey Bosnik, You should go to her! Please don't do this!"

"4...3...2..."

"STOP! AUDREY LIVES ON 24 RADISH WAY, ACROSS FROM THE PRECINCT, SHE LEAVES A SPARE KEY IN A KEY SAFE BEHIND THE TRAMPOLINE, THE CODE IS 8473. PLEASE DON'T TICKLE ME!"

"Thank you" Scarlet responds "You've been very helpful". You take a deep breath, and calm yourself. You cracked, but you did what you had to do. Scarlet walks out of the room, leaving you restrained.

"Wait! Get me out!". Scarlet turns to look at you, and she presses the button on the remote.

"NOOOOOOOOOO" You scream, the machine makes a rumbling, start-up sound. She drops the remote on the floor and crushes it into pieces with her foot.

"Whoops..." She looks at you with a coy smile.

The Brushes make contact with your feet, the electric flossers move around your toes. The paint rollers spin into your armpits. Long-nailed, robotic hands gently caress your stomach, while hands without nails squeeze your sides and your hips. You buck and wiggle as much as you can, but the binds do not move. You are well and truly trapped, all you can do now, is laugh...