You lie there, still huffing and puffing, waiting on her to make a decision. You know that it's going to be torture, either way.
"Nah, I'll go with your beautiful, sexy, delicious feet." She scribbles all her nails on my sensitive feet.
"BAAA-HAAA-HAA-HA-HA!!!"
"They look so tempting, I can't wait to taste them," she says as her nails continue scribbling along my heels, arches and inbetween my toes.
Her hands seem to form some magic of their own. I can feel her fingers dancing along my arches, but I can also feel them on my toes, and my heels, and even on the tops of my feet and on my ankles. It's like five fingers a foot became 25 fingers putting pure ticklish electricity in the entirety of both of my feet. All I could do was thrash about and laugh my head off. I bounced up and down a number of times, trying to escape this torment, this pure, sadistic torture.
"My, my, aren't we an energetic one. You're energy matches all 5 of the other girls that are still being tickled. It's delicious." Mistress said that last part with a purely evil intent in her voice.
I could feel a slimy and extremely ticklish sensation on my left foot and knew that she started 'tasting' it for herself. As dangerously torturous as this was, her tongue seemed to excite me in a way I never thought possible. I kept thrashing around, my face turned beat red, my laughter was still loud and audible when I could catch my breath. Her tongue goes everywhere on my foot, explores every curve of my arch and heels, goes in every crevasse in my toes, even as they scrunch up. It seems to be such a long tongue that it wraps itself around my foot once, seemingly taking in all the flavour for itself, while the nails still continue to tickle and dance on both of my sensitive, soft feet.
"Mmm, your foot is delicious," she says, "let me have a taste of the other one!"
While still tickling both of my feet, the tongue has its way with my right foot now, wriggling between my toes, slurping up and down my heel and arch, wrapping itself around. My toes were always sensitive, and I think she picked up on that. She seemed to lick between my toes more on this foot now that she had learned that fact. My body kept thrashing and moving involuntarily, trying desperately to escape, but something... something developed inside me as her tongue kept tickling and licking my foot. It was a strange feeling for me, like the warmth inside me kept building and building.
She took a longer time on this foot, it seemed... maybe it was just a little more sensitive, I don't know. All I do know is that her tongue kept wriggling around and between my toes. I tried to keep them stretched out to see if I actually did enjoy her tongue. Meanwhile, her fingers continued their scraping along the entirety of both of my feet, being sure not to leave any part of them untickled.
Minutes, hours, days seemed to go by during this torture. She finally ceased all action and stood there. I tried to look up to see what she was doing, as I tried to calm myself down and catch my breath. She seemed to be looking at my crotch. What was she looking at my crotch for? I knew it was a little warm, but... Oh my gosh, I wasn't turned on, was I? Was a dripping anything? Did I pee? I looked around and notice that one of the 5 girls had peed her pants and passed out, leaving the hands floating in the air, seemingly awaiting for orders. I glanced back at Mistress, wondering what was going on in her head. She still had a blank, wide-eyed stare at my crotch.
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