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itching Feet II - itching powder on the feet and scratching, toe wiggling, tickling

The dungeon was alive with anticipation as the punishment for today's session began. In a corner, bound and vulnerable, lay our captive; wide feet shackled and exposed. His toes twitched nervously as he awaited his fate. A sense of dread filled the air as the tickle master approached.

"You've been a naughty footboy," he purred, eyes glinting with mischief. The captive whimpered softly, his heart racing in his chest. "But don't worry, I have just the thing to teach you a lesson."

With that, the tickle master produced a small vial of an eerie green liquid. He dipped his fingers into it, smirking as the captive's eyes widened in horror. "This," he said, voice low and menacing, "is itching powder."

The captive gulped audibly, his throat dry. He knew what was coming. As the tickle master began to apply the powder to his feet, he let out a soft moan of despair. The sensation was unlike anything he'd ever felt before - a burning, itching madness that spread from his toes to his brain.

"Now," the tickle master said, his voice taking on a cruel edge, "you're going to have to walk around like that all day. Let's see how long you can resist scratching."

As the hours passed, the captive's suffering only intensified. Every step he took sent waves of agony through his aching feet. He could feel the itching powder working its way into his skin, making things worse with each passing moment.

Finally, the tickle master reappeared, a sadistic glint in his eye. "Time for your next punishment," he purred, leading the captive to a set of stocks. Once secured, the tickle master produced a feather duster.

"I think it's only fair that you get a taste of your own medicine," he said, running the feather lightly over the captive's feet. The sensation was excruciating, but the captive couldn't help but squirm in pleasure/pain.

As the day wore on, the captive's mind began to blur. The itching, the burning, the tickling - it was all too much. He felt like he was going insane, trapped in a never-ending cycle of torture. But amidst the madness, one thought kept him going: the promise of release.

Finally, as the sun began to set, the tickle master approached once more. This time, however, there was a hint of sympathy in his eyes. "I think you've learned your lesson," he said, releasing the captive from his bonds.

With a sigh of relief, the captive collapsed onto the cold floor. His feet were a ruined mess, covered in scratches and burns. But as he looked up at the tickle master, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude. He had survived his punishment, and in the process, had gained a newfound appreciation for the power of the All Male Tickling Dungeon.

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