All Male Tickling Dungeon - Im1n2ft - Itching Feet III - itching powder, hold the feet still while tickling

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All Male Tickling Dungeon - Im1n2ft - Itching Feet III - itching powder, hold the feet still while tickling

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A Game of Control and Itch

Power Play with Size 13 Feet

The dungeon was alive with anticipation as the captive awaited his punishment. Kneeling before the tickle master, he stared at the floor, his heart racing in his chest. Today's lesson would be a game of control and itch, and the stakes were high.

The tickle master approached with a mischievous grin, a box of white socks in his hand. "I think it's time for a game," he said, his voice low and seductive. "A game where I get to tie you up and tickle the living daylights out of those big wide size 13s of yours."

Without further ado, the tickle master began binding the captive's ankles together, securing them tightly to a chair. He forced him to sit up straight, chest out, exposing his vulnerable feet. "Now, let's see how well you can handle it," he said, his voice dark and menacing.

The captive squirmed uncomfortably in his binds, his eyes darting around the room. The tickle master chuckled, knowing full well the fear he was instilling in his captive. He placed a single white sock on each foot, gently rubbing the itching powder into the fabric. "Now remember," he warned, "if you move your feet, the itching will get worse."

With that, the tickle master produced a feather tickler and a powerful vibrating massager. "Are you ready?" he asked, his voice dripping with anticipation. The captive nodded, his mouth going dry. He could feel the itching powder starting to work its magic on his skin, setting him on edge.

The tickle master began with his fingers, slowly tickling the soles of the captive's feet. The captive tried his best to remain still, but the itching powder was relentless. The tickle master increased the intensity, using the vibrating massager to tickle the arches of the feet. The captive's laughter turned into gasps for air as he struggled against his restraints.

Despite the captive's best efforts, he couldn't resist the tickling. The itching powder was driving him mad, and the tickle master's touch was sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. The master continued to torment him, adding more itching powder to the socks and tickling him with the feather tickler and massager.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the tickle master stopped. He removed the socks, revealing the red, itchy skin beneath. The captive whimpered, unable to resist the urge to scratch his feet. The tickle master smiled, knowing he had won this round. "How does it feel?" he asked, his voice triumphant. "A game of control and itch, indeed."

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