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Mellemfootfetish - Under my orders - TICKLING - FOOT TICKLING - FOOT GAGGING - TICKLE INSTRUCTION - FOOT FETISH

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Under Her Control: A Foot-Tickling Sensation

The Queen's Decree

In a lavishly decorated chamber, the Mistress of Mellemfootfetish sat upon her throne, basking in the adoration of her two most loyal subjects. One knelt before her, head bowed in reverence, ready to please with his tongue. The other stood by, fingers itching for the chance to wreak havoc on the Mistress's tender feet.

"Rise, my foot-tickling puppet," she commanded, gesturing towards the second submissive. "It is time for you to prove your worth."

The second submissive rose to his feet, a look of eager anticipation on his face. He knew that when the Mistress spoke, he had no choice but to obey.

"You have two tasks," she began, her voice cool and commanding. "First, you will lick and worship my feet, making sure they are clean and scent-free. Then, you will test the limits of my ticklishness, until I can barely stand it."

A shiver ran down the second submissive's spine at the thought of pushing the Mistress to her limits. He knew that this would be no easy feat, but he was determined to please her in any way he could.

As he knelt before her, the second submissive took in the sight of her feet, already damp with anticipation. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to her toes, savoring the taste of her skin. His tongue darted out, tracing the lines of her arches and ankles, cleaning every inch of her feet with meticulous care.

Testing the Limits

Once he was sure her feet were clean and free of any unwanted odors, the Mistress gave him the signal to begin. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he began his assault on her ticklish spots, starting with her soles and working his way up her legs.

At first, the Mistress laughed indulgently, enjoying the sensation of his fingers dancing across her skin. But as he worked his way higher, she began to squirm and squirm, her laughter turning into gasps for air. She couldn't believe how sensitive she was becoming, even to the lightest of touches.

The second submissive watched with delight as the Mistress's breath hitched and her eyes watered from laughing so hard. He knew he was pushing her limits, but he couldn't help but revel in the power he held over her. As he reached for her sensitive spots, the Mistress cried out, begging him to stop, but he knew better than to listen to her pleas.

The Ultimate Challenge

Finally, the Mistress could take no more. She begged for mercy, promising him anything he desired if only he would stop tickling her. But the second submissive knew that the ultimate test would be to make her beg for the tickling itself.

With a devilish grin, he produced a soft feather from behind his back. Approaching her slowly, he ran the feather lightly over her skin, teasing her with the gentle brush of air against her sensitive flesh.

At first, the Mistress tried to resist, but soon, she found herself moaning and arching her back in anticipation of the tickle. She couldn't believe how much she was enjoying the sensation, despite the fact that it was driving her to the brink of insanity.

As the feather continued to tease her, the Mistress found herself pleading with the second submissive to stop, just to feel the sensation of the feather against her skin once more. She was his to command, and she knew it. And she loved every moment of it.

Conclusion

In the end, the second submissive had proven his worth to the Mistress, pushing her to her limits and beyond. He had shown her that he was more than capable of pleasing her in any way she desired. And she, in turn, had shown him that she was a force to be reckoned with, a true queen who commanded absolute power over her subjects. Together, they had created a bond that was both intense and unbreakable, a bond that would continue to grow stronger with each passing day.

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