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Usual disclaimer applies here, if you’re under 18 reading this will make you blind so
go away. This story deals with underage sex so if offended please close the door on your
way out.
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Alone with my
slave
The pleasure I was having watching my slave crawl on all fours behind
me as I pulled on her leach was enough to leave me on cloud nine all day long.Watching her obey my every command with out
question left me feeling very powerful.Looking
at her frail body cowering under my feet was special.Looking at her as she licked my feet as I ate made me wonder if she knew how
pathetic she really was.
Having such a pretty slave made me feel like a
queen.Thinking back at all I put her through
made me feel proud of all that my friends and I accomplished with her.I transformed her into a wonderful foot licking,
tickle slave.I loved the fact that she lived
in a cage in my room. I controlled her every thought.
All of my friends were busy
today leaving me home alone with my slave.Normally
I would watch TV as my slave lay under my feet, or sit outside and read, as my slave was
tied to my chair.However I was a little
bored, I wanted to hear my little tickle slave beg me again. The past week she has tried
so hard to not upset me, knowing she would get tickled for such a sin.I just could not help but think of torturing her
for no reason at all.
I stood and pulled my slave
into the guest room.As soon as she crawled
into the room she looked at me with pleading eyes.As
I stood with her between my legs I pulled her up by her chest so her hands were resting on
the bed, then I picked her legs up and shoved her onto the bed.
Amber was on all fours with
her long blond hair hanging over her face and her tiny body was twitching as she waited
for my next move.With her chain removed
from her wrists and ankles she was capable of standing, but with me pushing her down and
straddling her chest she was stuck under me.As
I reached up and removed her cuffs she looked up at me with a look of fight, but when she
looked into my eyes she quickly was back to her submissive self.
I took each wrist and tied
it to the corner of the bedpost, the silk cloth already in place. Then I raised her ankles up and removed her ankle
cuffs.Each ankle was placed into a leather
restraint high above her head.There she was,
arms to her side and feet above her head attached to the top of the bedpost.This left her smooth armpits open to attack and
her legs and thighs defenseless.Ohhh
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feet were unable to move leaving me wet in anticipation of her pleads and screams.That sensitive stomach was heaving as she watched
me standing over her.
This was the part that I
loved.Listening to the laughter and panicked
screams for mercy, knowing I was the only one who could stop her hysterical laughing made
me feel superior.Watching her head shoot
from side to side as she fought to keep her sanity and her ass bouncing as she was tickled
was a sight to see.Every inch of her body
was hyper ticklish.My slave was the most
ticklish person I have ever met.
I sat just below her waist
with my toes walking along her stomach.Each
toe poking her white chalky skin all over her belly, after each toe moved to a different
spot her skin would jump back, turning red as it was pressed on.My fingers were tickling the backs of her legs.My fingers were drawing little circles behind her
knees, which got some nice loud screams, and she even mixed in some sounds that made me
feel almost bad for her.
Reaching her pits with my toes sent her
deeper into despair.It felt nice touching
her pits with my toes.Her skin felt
incredibly soft and smooth as I moved around.It
was fun watching her react with squirming and laughter as my toes wiggled along her pits.
My fingers continued
wiggling up and down her legs leaving her gasping for breath.Slowing down my tickling to let her stay awake I
thought about how much fun it was tickling her.It
was so cool having a slave that was ticklish everywhere.Of course I was saving her inner thighs for last.
Reaching behind me I found the long feather that I
kept on the bed and started to wiggle it on her ass.I made sure to brush the feather softly on her smooth skin.My slave was taking short quick breaths as she
tried to keep from losing her mind.As the
feather made its way around her cheeks she eventually lost it, screaming and laughing
louder then ever before.
With my toes wiggling along
her sides my slave was not capable of thought.Laughter
and long drawn out cursing was all that my slave could manage at this point.Once my toes made her jump all ten toes would dig
into her soft skin and would not pull out till she was on the verge silent laughter.
Watching her ass wiggle and
listening to her pathetic cries for mercy was exactly what I was looking for from her.Looking at her sweat running down her red face and
the tears forming in her eyes painted the perfect picture for me, a slave looking like she
was truly tortured.
Standing up on the bed I
looked at the clock and could not believe I had tickled her for a solid hour already.Shrugging my shoulders I went ahead and placed a
hand on each foot.My slave took the
opportunity to catch her breath.Not waiting
for her to totally recover I ran my nails down her feet, then back up I went.My fingernails moved slowly and effortlessly along
her soles leaving her in her ticklish world.
After I was bored with her
soles I paid attention to her toes.I had to
laugh each time I tickled under her toes, she would make these clicking sounds as she
laughed and her entire body seemed to wiggle.I
used one hand to hold back a toe, then scratched at the underside of her toe with a free
finger.Her other toes moved wildly as if she
could somehow rescue the tortured toe with her other toes, it was comical to watch.
Moving from toe to toe I
could not help but wonder how she could stand to be so ticklish.This poor little thing was tickled so cruelly so
often, she would have foam coming from her mouth or sometimes lose her voice for days
after some long gang tickling.
When I started on her little
toe the laughter turned into hysterical laughter.Listening
to her I also began to laugh.The laughter
got louder and louder as I tickled under her pinky toe faster with every passing second.Soon her head was turning rapidly and her body
jumped and twitched as it responded to the tickling.My slave was trying to beg me to stop but the words fell on deaf ears.My finger tickled under that little toe and all
around it.I worked on this newfound hyper
ticklish spot for a long time before I was tired of standing.
I sat Indian style on her
stomach and wasted no time; I reached up and drew circles on the back of her tiny legs.It was enough to make her giggle and squirm so I
continued so she could catch her breath.Moving
down from her ankles to just above her knee I tickled for awhile.
Once Amber was breathing
better I tickled behind her kneecap.My slave
was quickly back in tickle hell.Her loud ear
piercing screams could be heard threw out the house.I kept telling her there was nothing she could do to get me to stop, but she
still tried to beg her way out of the tickling.
With my fingers moving to
her inner thigh Amber was panicked at what was going to happen next.As my fingers tormented her thighs her eyes rolled
back and her laughter faded away leaving her unable to be heard.It was funny looking at her mouth hang wide open
and her head turning frantically as the tickling intensified on her inner thigh.
This was the one point on
her body that she lost control of her body when tickled.With little circles being drawn all over her most ticklish spot she was
unable to hold onto her sanity any longer.I
pulled my arms back and watched her piss all over the bed with a nice big smile on my
face.
My slave was so tired from
her three-hour tickle session she was only too happy to serve as my feet rest while I
watched TV.It did pass the time when I had
nothing to do; it was nice to have such a ticklish slave.