“Look at those beautiful soles! Why is this the first time I’ve seen them?!” Ha, it’ll be the last time too” replied Sarah in a tone that suggested more confidence than she felt. “Well... I’m afraid that won’t work for me. I want to see much more of them... but not just that... you’re going to have the pleasure of me touching them” “No! Stay away from my fee... hahahaha!”
Anne hadn’t allowed Sarah to finish her sentence before she struck. Two index fingers flicking their nails down her inner arches had don the trick. “Seems like you enjoyed that after all” and she began scribbling her nails all over the soles. “Hahahahaha” “ sounds like you don’t want me to stop” “haha... fuck... ha.... you” “ Well...” Anne stopped, withdrew her hands and decided to enjoy toying with her victim. “ I can’t allow you to speak to me like that can I? So... maybe I’ll have to gag you... or put your mouth to better use”
Anne grasped the duct tape from her box of tricks and approached Sarah whilst tearing off a strip the perfect size. “Any last words, Sarah” “Yeah... fuck you, crazy bitch!” “Well now I need to teach some manners” Anne picked up the material which used to form the ankle sock Sarah had been wearing on her left foot and forced it into Sarah’s mouth before covering with the duct tape. “Now I’m going to give you the best tickling of your life. These dainty little feet aren’t going to know what’s hit them” “mph... mphhh...” Sarah’s defiant act had got her into a situation she never expected. Instead of a quick playful tickle she now realised she would probably get fully tortured. This hadn’t happened to her since she was much younger. She really couldn’t handle tickles on her feet. But she couldn’t do much now. The sock in her mouth was proving quite restrictive, so there wasn’t much chance of talking her way out of it.
Now Anne had Sarah exactly how she wanted her and she took her time to maximise her enjoyment. Slowly she used her nails to explore every inch of the soles. From the heel, up through the slightly wrinkled arches, and up to the pads of her toes. They were so soft, and sensitive. Each touch resulted in squirming as the feet tried in vain to cover themselves. Sarah quickly became a giggling wreck. Every touch was like a jolt of electricity. She wasn’t sure at what point it became pleasurable, but her breathing noticeably changed and she felt the warmt spreading between her legs. She prayed Anne wouldn’t notice. Anew noticed.
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