A Sensual Femdom Tale: Bound and Tickled 2
The Perfect Bound Victim
Susy was in the kitchen, pouring milk into a cup, when she heard a soft rustling sound coming from the living room. Curiosity piqued, she set down the cup and walked over to investigate. As she peered into an open drawer, her eyes widened in horror at the sight of a roll of tape inside. It was then that she realized she wasn't alone in the house. But it was already too late.
The Tickle Trap
The next thing Susy knew, she was tied up, gagged, and blindfolded with the very same tape she had discovered earlier. Her struggles were futile as she felt the cold, sticky substance bind her wrists and ankles. Muffled screams echoed through the house, but they were muffled by the gag stuffed into her mouth.
Foot-Bound Tickle Torment
Susy woke up with a start, her heart racing as she realized what was happening. She tried desperately to break free, but the tape held firm. Suddenly, she felt a pair of gloved hands touching her feet. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, and when the person began tickling her bare soles, she couldn't contain her laughter. Or so she thought.
The laughter bubbled up inside her, but all that emerged were muffled screams. It was an agonizing reminder of her helplessness. The person continued their sadistic tickling, using the tape to their advantage. Susy writhed and squirmed, her body begging for release from the torture.
Feathered Foot Tickling
After several minutes of this torment, Susy felt herself being dragged across the floor. She was led into the living room, where she was once again bound to a chair. This time, however, there was a feather in the person's hand. As they approached her, Susy knew what was coming next.
The feather lightly brushed against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. But it wasn't until it made contact with her feet that she let out a muffled scream. The tickling sensation was amplified by the feather, making her squirm in her binds. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, but they remained unseen behind her blindfold.
Tired Tickle Submission
Susy's body ached from the relentless tickling. Every muscle in her legs was screaming for release, but there was no mercy to be found. The person continued their sadistic tickling, drawing out every ounce of pleasure and pain from her helpless form.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the tickling stopped. Susy's body was exhausted, her mind reeling from the sensations that had been forced upon her. She didn't know who her captor was, or why they were doing this to her. All she knew was that she had been thoroughly dominated and left aching for more.