THE DISCOVERY OF CARMELLIA’S SOLES (Nylons, Sleep Tickling) f/f

Here is the sequel to "Ticklish Secretary", bringing to the forefront two new characters: Carmellia (whose dark blue soles I grazed often) and Celia (whose armpits, sides and feet I tortured gleefully).

In this story, lawyer Carmellia spies on and tickles Manon, Josianna and newcomer Celia, and gets tickled in her sleep and tickled-abused by her secretaries through her legal hose.

Enjoy (comments are welcomed).



When Josianna and Manon came into the office that morning, their usual chatter was interrupted by the discovery of a strange hole in the form of a rectangle, about a foot high and two feet wide, in the wall connecting the office of their boss, Carmellia, to their work area. They quizzically looked at each other, but could find no answer as to the purpose of that strange hole. Manon, whose office was the closest to this hole, bent down, and tried in her mind to figure out its purpose, when Josianna interrupted her thoughts.

“What do you think it’s there for?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” replied Manon, nonplussed.

“It’s for ventilation,” cut in a voice coming from the other side of the wall. Carmellia, their boss, was already in, as usual. “Every time I closed my door, I felt like the air wasn’t circulating, despite the vents that supposedly serve that purpose,” she added. “So I was told this could do the trick.”

When Josianna heard Carmellia speak, she jumped somewhat. She always did. Especially after she had been thoroughly and efficiently tickled by her for looking at her slightly exposed soles. It was such a strange event. She had been summoned in Carmellia’s office, where she was told to sit down on Carmellia’s chair. Josianna complied. Then, she strangely remembered, as if it was a dream, her feet being picked up, her shoes being slowly removed, and her tender nyloned soles being attacked by ten sharp and efficient nails. For how long? Josianna was too busy laughing to know. It was Manon who told her that Carmellia had tickled her for a good 20 minutes, a pleasurable 20 minutes from Manon’s perspective. Josianna told Manon that she didn’t really mind that she got tickled. She used to get punished that way for whatever reason, even for no reason at all, by her cousin, Celia, and strangely accepted the fact that her boss might think she needed this punishment. In fact, she was just the same with Manon. For example, when Manon asked Josianna to place her feet on her lap during work, Josianna complied without a word. Since then, Josianna always placed her stockinged feet on Manon’s lap, while Manon crossed her own feet under her own chair. The only difference between Manon and Celia, as far as Josianna was concerned, is that Manon never forbade her to tickle her. Celia had been ticklishly clear on the subject. Therefore, even though Manon tickled Josianna most of the times, Josianna could pin her and tickle her nude hosed feet. Just to remind Manon of how weak she also was.

Josianna sat down, and immediately slipped off her shoes. Today, Josianna had chosen to encase her ticklish feet in a sheer pair of smooth taupe nylons. She wiggled her toes as soon as they exited her useless shoes. Josianna had never really kept her shoes on in the office even before Manon asked her to place her feet on her lap. At her desk, she was always in stockinged feet. As soon as Manon sat down, Josianna stretched out her legs and placed her feet on Manon’s lap, who had also removed her shoes to cross her feet under her own chair, as she always did.

No one had contested Carmellia’s assertion. It would have been of no use. If Carmellia was convinced this tiny hole would make the air circulate in her office, nothing would change her mind, even an official study prepared by a team of top scientists. Manon, as far as she was concerned, was pretty sure that this hole would not serve that purpose.

And she was right.

At this very moment, it was serving a very different purpose. One that Manon never suspected.

One day, when she came out of her office, Carmellia noticed the empty shoes of Manon, as well as her nude nyloned soles crossed under her chair. She also distinguished one of Josianna’s gray nyloned foot bottoms, resting comfortably on her friend’s lap. Carmellia still had very fond memories of tickling Josianna’s Oriental soles. Carmellia could not resist Orientals, especially submissive ones. And Josianna was perfectly submissive. Carmellia remembered, with great pleasure, grazing Josianna’s ticklish soles with her nails, looking at her smiling face and eyes, hearing her musical laughter, smoothing over the wrinkles in her nylons and her sensitive Oriental skin. When she let her go, she remembered thinking how she wanted to torture her even more. But she had to control herself. Now, Manon was not Oriental, but she was wearing the nylons of choice of Orientals, at least in Carmellia’s mind: nudes. Over the single year Manon had worked for her, Carmellia had come to see Manon as an Oriental, a more stubborn one, and had finally devised a plan to titillate her. This habit that she had to cross her legs under her chair placed her tender feet within four feet from the wall. It was a bit far, but it’ll have to do.

Carmellia, a tall strong-looking woman in her late thirties, with long auburn hair and green eyes, and dressed in a dark blue power suit, with a white blouse and a pair of dark blue pantyhose, kneeled down, and peeked through the wall. There they were. Manon’s perfect soles, crossed, her left foot dangling on top of the right with its outstretched sole. Sitting back down on her chair, Carmellia picked a beautiful, small and fluffy red feather from her purse, as well as one of those telescopic pointing devices. Taping the feather to the tip of the device, she built a delectable tickle instrument that she had every intention of using on Manon’s smooth soles. With a smile etched on her face, Carmellia kneeled back down.

Peeking through the hole in the wall, Carmellia noticed that Manon was concentrating on her work, as she should. Focusing on her pure nude covered soles, Carmellia extended her new tickle weapon until it reached the neighborhood of Manon’s foot bottoms. Then, she managed to apply the red feather onto the nude-colored material that was embellishing Manon’s feet. The feather first made contact just above the heel of Manon’s right foot. It touched Manon’s right sole several times, as Carmellia worked to steady the instrument. Finally Carmellia was able to slide the little feather up and down her employee’s perfect nyloned sole.

Nothing in Manon’s behavior showed that she was aware of the light stimulation her sole was under. Even as Carmellia attacked her outstretched right sole, Manon did not react. Carmellia did not expect her to. The feather was there, caressing Manon’s sole, as a statement: Your soles belong to me, it said. Carmellia looked excitedly as the red feather covered all of Manon’s unaware soles, with the only obvious exception of her right foot toes. ‘Yes, Manon,’ she thought, ‘your beautiful soles are totally mine.’ Then, Manon switched feet. Carmellia was able to finish the job and cover the toes of Manon’s right foot with the tiny feather. The barbs of the feather barely pushed against the tender and smooth material.

Then, she hit the jackpot. Twice.

First, as Carmellia pushed the feather a little bit harder on one of her soles, Manon reacted ticklishly. Her foot jerked somewhat. Carmellia’s heart raced. ‘I want your toes, Manon,’ thought Carmellia. So she put the feather there, over Manon’s perfectly round toes. She attacked them.

Suddenly, Carmellia heard Josianna leave her chair, and walk around her desk, to stand beside Manon in her stockinged feet. Carmellia had withdrawn the plume as soon as she heard Josianna move, but now Josianna’s soles were available. And when Josianna started to slide one of her feet backward towards the hole, she became an unknowing target. The feather kissed Josianna’s foot. It jerked back slightly. ‘Josianna is so ticklish. What feet,’ thought an overexcited Carmellia. Dizzy, she pulled the feather away and back into her office. She had to calm down.

Tickling Josianna, so many weeks ago, had been a mistake. It had awakened dormant feelings of torture. First, Carmellia remembered how being ganged upon had been something almost normal for her in her youth. Indeed, when she was in her early teens, a gang of young girls had regularly attacked and tickled tall and tender Carmellia to force her to give them her money so they could buy cigarettes. They had even tied her to trees, using branches to torture her feet, already encased in nylons. Then ran after her, screaming kootchies, letting Carmellia know that she was going to laugh after she got caught. Carmellia was too fearful of them to resist. After moving out of town, Carmellia became friends with three Orientals, three sisters, whom she tickled intensely and frequently, perhaps as a form of revenge for all she had suffered. And the thing is, these sisters never complained about being tickled. Carmellia liked that, and began to believe, in her warped mind, that Orientals were very submissive. She loved the power that she had over their ticklish feet. She loved the smooth nude nylons they all wore. Fearful of being tickled, they never ganged up on Carmellia, although she sometimes wished they did, to dominate her.

But when she left for law school, her interest for tickling waned until she snapped and tickled Josianna. She could still see Josianna’s soles tremble as she attacked them through her very smooth nylons. She could still see herself move her nails up and down Josianna’s helpless foot bottoms. She could still hear Josianna’s laughter resonate in her office, sweet and submissive.

Then, Manon came into the picture. Carmellia wanted to control this secretary as well by tickling the soles of her feet. She wanted to order her to do things by digging her nails in between her toes.

Her timer rang on her desk.

It was time to go to court.

Picking up her files, she rushed out of her office without saying a word.


For the next two weeks, Carmellia ritually feathered Manon’s nyloned soles without her knowledge, preparing for the day when her nails would find their way to her toes, her arches and her heels, and make Manon cry from laughing too much. She knew one day she would be presented with such an opportunity. Manon was just too much in her stockinged feet to be safe. And so was Josianna for that matter. She’ll get her again. She knew she would.

Carmellia was back from court this early afternoon, quite tired, but immersed in her fantasies. She had almost lost all control. Still, Carmellia had to go to court later this afternoon, and wanted to take a power nap to recharge herself. She set her timer for about 20 minutes, settled down in her chair, extending her long and powerful legs and slipping her shoes off in the process, closed her eyes, and went to sleep.

Meanwhile, Manon was tapping the tip of Josianna’s taupe toes with her pen. Josianna’s body was constantly shivering under this stimulus. But she didn’t complain. In Josianna’s submissive mind, Manon had every right to do whatever she wanted on her feet. That included tapping on them, tickling them, ice cubing them, licking them, biting them, whatever Manon wanted.

Suddenly, as Josianna’s toes wiggled, Manon lost grip on her pen, and it fell on the floor, rolling toward and into this useless opening in the wall. Manon pushed down Josianna’s feet, got up from her chair and kneeled on the floor to recuperate her pen.

When she looked through the opening to find her pen, she saw a heavenly sight.

Carmellia’s dark blue nyloned soles.

They were huge, clad in this pair of very sheer dark blue pantyhose with gigantic reinforcements that entirely covered her very long toes and that ended over the balls of her feet. Carmellia’s nylons looked extremely smooth to the touch, notwithstanding the delicious wrinkles which added to Carmellia’s sole beauty. Manon had to use every bit of will power she had not to dig her nails into those reinforcements, or anywhere else on Carmellia’s soles for that matter. Carmellia had extended her legs, and placed her feet, crossing one ankle on top of the other, a few inches away from this opening! Within reach. Manon noticed how her heels were soft and gently sloping into a pair of long and narrow arches at the end of which, right after the fleshy but seemingly firm balls of her feet, were ten absolutely gorgeous elongated toes. Manon’s heart was beating very hard and her thoughts bordered on extreme excitement. Again the temptation to touch and tickle the smooth material came, torturing her inside, pushing her to extend one shaky hand through the hole. But she refrained herself again, and she wondered how. At that moment, she felt a presence next to her. Josianna stood there, wondering what she was doing.

After she had seen Manon get to the floor to recuperate her pen, Josianna wondered why she wasn’t getting up. After a minute or two, intrigued, Josianna got off her chair and went to Manon’s desk to see what she was doing. Manon was looking through that opening in the wall as if she had seen God. Not realizing what she was looking at, Josianna stared intriguingly at her friend. Manon looked at her, and placed a single finger on her lips, letting her know to be silent. She then pointed a finger in the direction of that opening, telling silently Josianna to have a look…

Josianna kneeled, peeked…and gasped audibly. Manon cringed, hoping that Carmellia hadn’t heard anything, but she didn’t move from her chair. Josianna was transfixed on the long and narrow soles and on the very long toes that were so excitingly immobile. The ripples that were floating on the dark blue sea of Carmellia’s nylons made Josianna dizzy. Josianna’s weakness had always been being unable to refrain from looking at other women’s feet clad in soft nylon material. Now she had an incredible pair of long-toed feet just a few inches away.

“You know what Manon,” whispered Josianna, as she peeked through the hole, “I think she’s sleeping.”

Manon looked up through the hole at Carmellia’s motionless body. “I think you’re right,” she answered softly.

Indeed, Carmellia’s breathing was very slow and regular. That’s why she hadn’t heard Josianna gasp. She was sleeping.

This was too good an opportunity to pass up, Manon told Josianna, who agreed. Manon got up and opened her purse, and, while Josianna kept looking, transfixed, at Carmellia’s nyloned soles, picked up what could be termed as perfect tickling objects for Carmellia’s nyloned legal foot-bottoms. A pair of very fluffy feathers. Manon used those sometimes on Josianna’s soles to tease her. Of course, they weren’t gonna tickle much, but the intent here was not to awaken Carmellia, but rather to enjoy touching for the first time her nylons and her skin through those nylons. She kneeled back onto the floor and handed one delicate feather to Josianna who almost immediately inserted it into the gaping hole and applied it gently onto the dark blue hose.

From her long reinforced toes to her beautifully soft heel, Josianna attacked Carmellia’s right foot with glee. She absolutely relished the thought of being able to delicately attack the exposed, but still powerful, soles of her boss. She looked at Manon slide her feather from the tip of Carmellia’s left heel to the end of her nyloned toes, then from the tip of those long toes back to the round heel. For the next minute or two, both girls in unison applied their feathers to Carmellia’s sleepy soles.

Manon’s heart was beating hard. She had never been that excited in her life. The danger involved with tickling, even though it wasn’t true tickle torture, her boss through her delicate pantyhose while she slept turned her on beyond belief. Both she and Josianna kept on tickling Carmellia’s delicate nyloned sole structure, paying at this moment much more attention to her long toes. Manon thought she could see the nylon material move gently under the feather, caressing the delicate skin underneath. That movement made her go crazy. Its eroticism was unbearable. Together, Manon and Josianna caressed every inch of Carmellia’s nyloned soles. Not one yarn of her nylons was left untouched.

“Move away Josianna, I got a great idea,” said Manon.

Josianna withdrew the plume from Carmellia’s soles, and looked at Manon grab her digital camera and take several shots of Carmellia’s sleeping feet. That would be great; they would have a nice souvenir of Carmellia’s foot-bottoms. At the same time, Josianna resumed pluming Carmellia’s soles, and pictures were taken. Those were turning up great. Maybe they should post them on the Internet.

“Now, it’s time to see if Carmellia is ticklish,” said Josianna, as Manon finished taking pictures of her soles.

“What do you mean?” asked Manon stupidly.

Like a zombie, Manon looked through the opening again at Carmellia’s soles. Josianna was still holding a feather, and Manon truly thought that Josianna would simply apply it on their boss’ huge and slender soles, but she couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw Josianna turn the feather around and approach the sharp quill from the tender-looking feet.

Manon’s heart stopped. She saw, paralyzed, Josianna apply the quill on the smooth material, pressing it gently against the skin. Starting from one of Carmellia’s heels, Josianna glided the quill up to the delicate arch, getting very little reaction. But when she hit the smooth balls of Carmellia’s huge foot, Carmellia wiggled her toes softly, obviously stimulated by the tickling. Finally, when Josianna hit the long toes, Carmellia’s toes flexed back in unison, trying to avoid the stimuli they were forced to endure.

At that moment, Manon had what was probably and will probably remain the craziest idea of her life. She extended one hand and tickled Carmellia’s nyloned toes with the tip of her fingernails, causing Carmellia to moan audibly. That’s when Carmellia’s timer went off, waking Carmellia up. Manon scrambled toward her chair, and Josianna stayed next to her, feigning to do something. When Carmellia disappeared through the door with a good-bye, both girls started to breath again.


Manon turned around on her chair to face Josianna, who was biting her lower lip. “I don’t think I’ve ever done anything this exciting in my life,” she declared. Josianna turned her head to look at her.

“I agree,” began Josianna. “Are her nylons smooth?” she asked.

“Yes, they are,” replied a dazed Manon. She could barely believe that she had touched the bottoms of Carmellia’s soles with the tips of her fingers. And with plumes. Her nylons had been thoroughly inspected, and certified delicious. And to top it all, Carmellia was ticklish. Manon wanted an opportunity to tickle Carmellia, like she had tickled Josianna. She wanted to hear what Carmellia ticklish laughter sounded like. She wanted to know how Carmellia begged when she got tickled.

“Next time,” began Josianna, “I’ll be the one to put my fingers on her soles.”

“And, huh, how are you going to do that exactly?” wondered Manon. “What we just did may have been a one-time thing.”

Josianna walked back to her chair, and sat down pensively. She stayed silent for a while, and suddenly reacted as if she had had an idea.

“We could drug her.”

“Whaaat?” screamed Manon. “Are you mad? Did I hear you just say…”

“Yes, yes, yes, you did, but hear me out before you say anything. She always takes a nap when she comes back from court for lunch. All we have to do is make sure that she occasionally takes more than a nap and doesn’t wake up for a while. I know of some herbs that could accomplish this. We could then, lick, suck, tickle, poke, scratch, stimulate, and excite Carmellia’s long soles, like she deserves.

Manon looked at Josianna for a long time. That was probably the craziest plan she had ever heard in her life. At first, she wanted absolutely no part of it. But when Josianna started to enumerate what they were going to do to Carmellia’s nyloned foot bottoms, Manon started to relent. She had to admit that she would love to toy with Carmellia’s feet without her knowing it.

“Are you sure…we could get away with it?” asked fearfully Manon.


Three weeks later, Josianna and Manon put their plan in motion. Their goal: remove Carmellia’s shoes while she was sound asleep, and punish her gorgeous dark blue nyloned foot bottoms. Before attempting this on Carmellia, they had practiced it on each other. Manon was the first one to have been put to sleep. It had been decided that Josianna would play with her sleepy feet until she woke up. It so happened that Manon remembered and felt nothing, even though Josianna tickled and licked her gorgeous nyloned soles for more than 45 minutes non-stop! Josianna, however, had a stronger reaction to the same type of stimulation. She revealed, after Manon had tickled her Oriental soles for about 30 minutes, that she had several strange tickle dreams from which there was no escape. It’s with great excitement that Josianna dropped some special herbs in Carmellia’s tea this day. The dosage had been carefully measured based on the girls’ experiences and the time during which they slept, as well as on Carmellia’s bigger frame.

After waiting a few minutes, Manon rang in Carmellia. It had been determined the most efficient way to see if Carmellia was truly asleep. Three rings. No answer.

Carmellia was asleep and helpless. She had not removed her high heels, but had stretched out her legs close enough for Manon and Josianna to grab her feet. Each girl picked an ankle, and pulled Carmellia’s feet, still shoed, through the hole. Those office chairs with wheels finally had a useful purpose. Then came the delightful moment where both women slipped Carmellia’s shoes off.

There was nothing like removing tight high heels from a pair of tender nyloned feet. Manon grabbed the heel of one of the shoe and pulled it off very slowly, letting the leather scrape against the nylons. What an exciting sound. Slowly, Carmellia’s scrumptious right dark blue nyloned sole appeared, exposed, touchy, and powerless to defend itself. Manon looked up to see that Josianna was still slowly, oh ever so slowly, taking off Carmellia’s left shoe. First, the heel, then the arch and finally the toes appeared. Josianna softly deposited the shoe on the carpet, looking with excitement at Carmellia’s soles. Ever the foot worshipper, Josianna dragged her tongue along both of Carmellia exposed soles, and then sucked her toes gently for a few seconds.

But that wasn’t why they had drugged Carmellia.

Manon and Josianna both applied their nails over Carmellia’s heels, dragging them slowly up her long soles until they reached her long toes. Then, they began playing with the delicate reinforcements, whose smoothness they truly adored. Those reinforcements were so big and smooth. But in the end, Manon and Josianna simply enjoyed the fact that they were tickling a powerful lawyer on the bottoms of her legal nyloned feet.

After a few minutes, Carmellia’s foot bottoms started to tremble, an indication that the tickling was having an effect on her, even though she was sound asleep. ‘Manon had never reacted like that when I tickled her,’ thought Josianna with glee. However, Manon had told her that Josianna had stirred a lot as she was tickled. Josianna also remembered a couple of strange dreams or nightmares where her feet got tickled. Josianna, wanting to increase the stimulation Carmellia seemed to be feeling, sped up the fluttering of her fingers over her tender soles. She also began attacking the top of Carmellia’s feet, and paying more thorough attention to her toes.

Both women had decided to be silent for this first torture. The only sound that could be heard was the irresistible sound of their nails sizzling against the most exciting material ever to encase soles. What was so exciting about nylons was the fact that not only was it a smooth and very exciting substance to touch, but it also amplified tickling perfectly. Manon and Josianna both knew how much more ticklish their feet and legs were through this devilish substance, that was obviously invented for the sole purpose of making them more ticklish. As Carmellia’s sleepy soles began to jerk slightly, Manon and Josianna knew that Carmellia was not immune to the magical effect of nylons.

After the first five minutes, Manon and Josianna had begun tickling their sensitive boss regularly, as if they were tickling each other. Their nails were flying over different regions of Carmellia’s foot-bottoms, from her pedicured heels to her high and hard arches to her very long toes.

Meanwhile, Carmellia had entered a different world, that of tickle dreams. The stimulation her soles were victim of had triggered her entry into this world, and she was right now dreaming that a trio of feminine-looking black-clad robbers were stimulating her in her home. They were teasing her verbally, and easily extracting information from her. The most humiliating thing was that she wasn’t even restrained. One was digging her nails into her ribs, counting them one by one, while the other two were torturing the bottoms of her dark blue nyloned soles, while nibbling and licking them.

“Haaaaaaaahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahaha, noo, noo, noo, haaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahaha”, was laughing Carmellia repeatedly, as if she was caught in a loop, unable to get out of this humiliating, and yet extremely exciting, situation. Carmellia had been ganged upon so efficiently in the past, tied to trees in a nearby forest. Suddenly, that’s where she was, the three thieves now tickling her feet, running their 30 sharp and agile nails across the delicate surface.

Unaware of Carmellia’s delicious nightmares, Manon and Josianna stepped up their attack, their 20 nails waging a vicious fight for Carmellia’s smoothly reinforced toes. No doubt this was causing discomfort to Carmellia: she was moaning gigglishly now and her feet had to be held by the ankles. Manon could not remember doing anything so exciting in her life. Tickling Josianna was of course a close second, but finally being able to stimulate Carmellia, their bossy ticklish boss, had to be first.

“I’ve never done anything so exciting in my life,” suddenly whispered Josianna. To her 10 fingers, Josianna, who just could not refrain herself from worshipping women nylon-covered soles, added her tongue and her lips. Manon imitated her for a while.

But it was now almost time to stop.

At this time, Carmellia was dreaming that she had become two gigantic feet whose super-sized soles were being tickled by these three black-clad women. Also, one was holding a bell that kept ringing, and ringing, and ringing, as she was tickling her gigantic toes. After what seemed an eternity, Carmellia awoke violently in her office.

Even though Manon and Josianna had followed their plan and stopped tickling Carmellia about 5 minutes before, put her shoes back on, and pushed her feet back into her office, the stimulation she had been subjected to had continued to feed her dreams. The thought of being a big pair of feet turned Carmellia on. It especially made her feel like tickling a pair of feet, and she knew a ticklish someone on the other side of the wall that she could tease.

Still somewhat shaken by her “ordeal,” Carmellia slipped herself under her desk, and peeked through the tickle hole. As expected, Josianna, who had asked to leave early, was gone, and Manon, tender Manon, was alone. Manon was sitting with her ankles crossed under her chair, her shoes long gone from her feet. Her sheer nude nyloned feet were glistening temptingly. Before Carmellia had even the time to think about picking up her feather implement, Manon spun her chair around to get closer to the filing cabinet. Her feet moved closer, and closer, and closer until Manon’s perfect round nyloned ticklish toes were protruding through the tickle hole. Carmellia looked at them very closely. She felt her heart beating very hard as she observed the tender white skin beneath the most delicious substance in the world. When Manon slowly lifted up her feet, exposing her arches, Carmellia mentally snapped. The sight of Manon’s perfect arches clad in nude nylons and so close to her was just too much.

With one quick move, Carmellia grabbed Manon’s ankles and dragged her feet into her office. Hypnotized by the beauty of Manon’s soles, she began to dutifully run her fingernails over her arches. Manon’s soles absorbed poorly the debilitating sensations that were produced by the fingernails of Carmellia. They began to tremble, a reaction that Carmellia found exciting and delicious to look at. Manon’s toes also began to jerk and wiggle somewhat. Almost instantly after the stimulation of her tender soles began, Manon surrendered to the laughter rushing through her lips. Indeed, Manon had one or two seconds of resistance built into her, that is, she could only resist tickling for that long before giving up, whereas Josianna always gave up instantly. Then, Carmellia felt a very strong urge to move up to Manon’s round toes. Passing through the balls of Manon’s feet, in which she dug her nails hard, Carmellia punished her secretary’s toes. The peculiar texture of Manon’s hose excited Carmellia to no end. With her eyes set on Manon’s foot bottoms, she observed the movement of her nails on the soles, the movement of the nylons against her nails, and the mysterious sound her nails were producing on Manon’s hose. To intensify Manon’s well-deserved punishment, Carmellia wrapped the telephone cord around her ankles, keeping her feet in her office, while stimulating continuously her golden soles. With both her hands finally free, Carmellia applied 20 nails on Manon’s feet, digging them deep into her secretary flesh.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, pleeeeeese, eeeeeeeeeh, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ho, ha, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, it tee-ee-ee-ee-eeckles so-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, tee-ee-clking mha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,” laughed helplessly Manon, who only remembered the sensation of her ankles being grabbed, and that of her soles exploding in pain. It was a sensation she knew well now. From time to time, Josianna felt the need to tickle her.

“Manon, you have the soles of a Goddess, and I am going to tickle them like I’ve always wanted to. Your soles drive me crazy. Your toes drive me crazy. Your nylons drive me crazy. Nothing turns me on more than secretaries in nude nylons. I can’t deny it anymore. I want you in your stockinged feet permanently Manon. I never want to see you wearing shoes again in this office. I want to see your nyloned feet permanently exposed. I want to be able to touch them when I feel like it. Oh, I love to way you tremble as I tickle. Yes, Manon, feel my long nails across your foot-bottoms. I want you to remember how they feel for I will apply them often on your gorgeous soles from now on. Laugh some more for your boss now Manon.”

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ho, ha, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ho, ha, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ho, ha, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ho, ha, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,” obeyed a helpless Manon. Carmellia’s long nails were making short work of her thin and sheer nylons and of her tender white skin. Manon had no choice but to simply let her body sink to the floor and laugh her heart out. Being tickled like this was such a strange experience. This urge. This strange urge to laugh and not to stop. It was so overpowering.

Manon wondered through her “ha-has” and her “ho-hos” if Carmellia had found out about their tickling her. She slowly realized that it wasn’t so. Carmellia had simply seen her stockinged feet, and, like a rabid animal, had seized them and was fully taking advantage of their sensitivity. In stockinged feet all the time? She didn’t mind. Actually, she didn’t mind at all. Manon loved being in her nyloned feet. She heard something about being in her stockinged feet from the moment she came in until the moment she left, about being unable to put her shoes back on, about having to walk everywhere with her nyloned toes exposed. Now Manon understood why Carmellia hired her. It was her feet. She didn’t have any experience in a legal office, yet she was hired.

Suddenly, Manon felt tears running down her cheeks as she felt Carmellia’s nails dance across her soles, up and down, left and right. Carmellia began playing with her tender toes, which hid what Manon called super-ticklish spots, all of them unprepared for what was to come. Carmellia easily spread out each and every one of Manon’s toes and attacked them on their sides, and especially at the base. She pricked every possible ticklish spots of Manon’s gorgeous feet. She looked closely at Manon’s stockinged soles and fell in love with them. She loved the way they felt, she loved the way they made Manon laugh when they were touched, she loved the way they submissively took their punishment like good soles, she loved the way they trembled intermittently when tickled, she loved the beige coloration of the nylons covering them. And she loved the smoothness of these nylons, and, as she began rubbing her lips and face against them, she loved the fuzzy sensations these nylons caused. Carmellia decided to systematically tickle each and every yarn of Manon’s nylons to ensure maximum stimulation. She didn’t know how she was going to do it, but she was going to. She began at her heels…


As Josianna got out of the elevator, she saw her cousin, Celia, waiting for her in front of her apartment door with her bags. Celia was one of the main reasons why Josianna was so incredibly submissive when it came to tickling. Celia had tortured many times the bottoms of her nyloned feet in her late teens. When Celia wanted Josianna to do something, she tripped her or tickled her sides or underarms, made her fall on her belly, stripped her of her shoes and tickled her nyloned feet until she obtained satisfaction. Josianna could barely resist Celia tickling her. Actually, she could not resist her at all. Well, in fact, she could not resist anyone.

“Celia, you’ve arrived,” said Josianna, who wondered what her cousin was truly doing here.

“Yes, I have,” said Celia, as she peaked at Josianna’s feet. Josianna nervously looked into her purse to find her keys. During this moment, Celia looked again and fantasized about her cousin’s sensitive nyloned soles.

Finally, Josianna was able to find her keys, and opened the door. Without thinking, she kicked off her shoes, too late realizing that she was giving her cousin an obvious advantage. But she was now in stockinged feet, and, casting a look toward Celia, it was obvious that Celia’s interest for her nyloned soles had not diminished. Her tender nyloned soles were primed for the tickling, and Celia obviously had this desire in mind. Josianna sat down on her comfy recliner and submissively reclined her soles up toward Celia.

“I hear that you have a great job in a big law firm,” said Celia, all the while looking directly at Josianna’s exposed soles. Celia also slowly removed her shoes, exposing her nude and sheer nyloned soles. Josianna couldn’t help herself but look at the beautiful soles of her cousin’s stockinged feet. Celia truly had a pair of gorgeous feet, and Josianna had thought before of tickling them, but her cousin was too quick and could easily avoid punishment. But Josianna had seen Celia get tickled through her nude hose, and she knew her weakness.

But Celia also knew hers.

“You haven’t changed a bit,” stated Celia, as she suddenly grabbed Josianna’s very weak ankles, easily holding them down where they were. Josianna’s feet began trembling as soon as Celia began fluttering her nails over her soles. Delicious laughter freely poured out of Josianna’s lips. Her cousin was an incredible tickler. With her impressive speed and quickness, it felt like her fingernails were over her entire feet. Even before Celia asked, Josianna had already agreed in her mind to her demands.

But Celia was in no hurry to ask questions or make demands.

She hadn’t touched or otherwise stimulated the bottoms of her cousin’s gorgeous nyloned feet in quite some time. She wanted to make her long toes wiggle in pleasure. So she did. She touched particular spots of Josianna’s soles that would encourage her toes to wiggle. It wasn’t hard. All she had to do was touch the sides of her big toes. For whatever reason, this made Josianna wiggle her toes. Her cousin was a perfect victim. She was tender, especially on her feet, and was born helpless. Celia navigated through the yarn maze that constituted her cousin’s nylons to make her laugh.

“Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, teeeeeeeeckle, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, teeeeeeeeckle, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, teeeeeeeeckle, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee,” complained Josianna. As she laughed, Josianna felt herself being turned over, on her belly, and she felt Celia sit on her legs, while she continued to stimulate and otherwise tickle her now upturned soles. However, Celia was now able to use both her hands to tickle her tender cousin’s nylons. She immediately went to work on her cousin’s toes, arches and heels, running her nails frantically up and down the smooth Chinese taupe nyloned soles, extracting from Josianna’s lips as much laughter as possible.

“I much prefer your feet clad in dark gray nylons, Josianna,” said Celia, her nails busily dancing on her arches. “But taupe is fine with me. Kili, kili, kili, under your taupe nylons Josianna, kili, kili, kili through your taupe nylons Josianna. I want you to get me a job at your firm. Why should you be the only one in the family to be successful? Get me a job there, and maybe I won’t tickle you too much. Oh, and by the way, I’ll be living here for a while. You know, I didn’t realize I enjoyed tickling the bottoms of your feet so much. You are so ticklish. Kooootchy, kootchy-koo, sensitive cousin,” ordered Celia. Celia cruelly tickled her cousin, as she had so many times in the past, by applying gently, but quickly, her nails on her nylons. She had to admit that she truly enjoyed tickling an upturned pair of soles. There was something about a pair of soles facing upward, unable to subtract themselves from any type of stimulation, that Celia adored. Again, she tickled the sides of Josianna’s big toes, forcing all of her toes to wiggle. Celia knew that Josianna really didn’t like that.

“Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, no, no, no, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee,” replied a sensitive Josianna, allowing, because of her submissive nature, Celia to tickle her feet.

“Oooooh, so you don’t want to help your favorite cousin, don’t you? Let me tickle you much faster across your smooth nylons then, and we’ll see if you won’t change your mind. Kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, ticklish cousin. More kilis, kilis, tons of kilis. Die of laughter, sensitive cousin. Laugh until you die touchy cousin. Are you going to change your mind now?

Josianna went crazy when Celia accelerated her tickling attack. It suddenly felt like her entire soles were on fire. It felt like the nails of her cousin were everywhere at the same time.

“Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-thee-thee-mheech-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee,” replied Josianna. This was too much. Even though she was very submissive, Josianna did not enjoy being tickled. She simply accepted it as part of her ticklish life. Josianna accepted the fact that her feet were used to make her do things that she might not normally do. She was, after all, a submissive Chinese secretary. But now, Celia was torturing her, and Celia knew Josianna’s feeble limits. Josianna could not resist.

As usual, she would agree to any demand.


“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,” produced deliciously Manon as she felt Carmellia’s long nails penetrate her nylons and attack her helpless skin. Carmellia had pulled Manon’s legs even deeper into her office, all the way to her knees. She had secured her ticklish secretary feet with even more telephone cord, making one wonder how much of that she had in her office. Again, Carmellia freely applied all of her long fingernails to the nude nyloned soles of Manon, causing her to laugh. She explored fully the bottoms of her soles, beginning with her heels.

“Now, I’m really going to tickle every yarn of your nylons, Manon. This is difficult work, you know. Tickle, tickle, tickle, beautifully-soled Manon. Feel my long lawyer nails on your secretary heels. Oh God, Manon, your feet are so gorgeous and twitchy. And I’m only tickling your round heels. Tickle, tickle, Manon on the heels. Hang tight, ticklish secretary Manon. When I’m done with your heels, I will tickle the beginning of your arches, followed by the middle of your perfect arches, and I guess you get the picture. When I’m done, I don’t know, in about fifteen minutes, I’ll do it again so I’m sure I didn’t miss anything. Then, I’ll suck on your stockinged toes and lick your nyloned soles because they belong to me. Your soles belong to me, and only me. That’s why I want them exposed all the time in this office. Koootchy, kootchy, kootchy-koo my beautiful Manon, kootchy, kootchy-koo. Laugh as I explore your soles, Manon. You are such a ticklish secretary. Kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kiliiiii, Manon.”

“Haaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, hooooo, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,” replied Manon. And only her heels were getting tickled.

“Now that I have thoroughly put my mark on your heels, let me go a bit higher, where your smooth arches begin. Tickle, tickle, tickle, Manon. Are you ticklish on the nylons, Manon? Tiiiikili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kootchy-koo, Manon. Oh, I see your feet are beginning to jerk a little bit more, Manon. I think I’m getting close to a very sensitive spot. I can’t wait until I finished tickling all the yarns of your nylons. Mmmm, I just love tickling my ticklish secretaries.”

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,” answered helplessly Manon, totally unable to control herself as she distinctly felt each of Carmellia’s nails wreak havoc on her delicate soles. Manon was indeed a ticklish secretary. So, when Carmellia began to venture onto the middle of her arches, Manon was unable to resist. Carmellia’s sharp nails were cutting through her smooth nylons like butter. Manon continued to haha and to hoho, encouraged as she was by the nails of her cruel boss who had claimed ownership of her feet. And Manon could do nothing to deny that claim. She was restrained, her soles were being attacked through her nude nylons, and she was laughing like a little girl. Manon understood this attraction towards her nylons, since she had the same feelings towards Carmellia’s, but she wished that she didn’t torture her so much.

“The balls of your feet!! The tender balls of your feet!! They feel so fleshy and smooth. I’m sure you enjoy having the balls of your feet tickled. I’m so looking forward to licking these. But first, I’m gonna finish…God, your nylons are so exciting. I haven’t tortured nude nylons like these for way too many years. I can see…I can see each and every yarn of your hose. It turns me on. Mmmmmmm, the power of tickling a beautiful woman through her nylons. Die of laughter, Manon.”

Manon obliged. She couldn’t do otherwise. It seemed that Carmellia, much like herself and Josianna, had a strong foot and nylon fetish. Through her laughter, she wondered what the odds were. She began to wonder if Josianna and her hadn’t both been hired for their stockinged feet. That made sense. She had often wondered how they had gotten such good jobs with very little experience. It was their feet. She wondered how Carmellia guessed. Maybe she didn’t. Maybe she was just lucky. Manon thoughts were rudely interrupted as Carmellia began to tickle her toe structures.

“Finally, I’m getting to your perfect toes. First, I’ll tickle them all. I love your stockinged toes, Manon.” But then, fortunately for Manon, the phone rang.

“Yes,” answered Carmellia. After a long pause, Carmellia added: “I see. Well, why don’t you come in? I’m still in the office. We could, mmm, talk about it. Yes. See you soon.”

Carmellia hanged up, and immediately began to free Manon. “You go home,” she began. “I’ll take care of your toes another day. But before you go…”

Carmellia grabbed Manon’s ankles, and applied her tongue to her soles, dragging it slowly from her heels to her toes.


When Josianna came in, she heard Carmellia’s voice booming from her office.

“Take off your shoes Josianna and come in here.”

This somehow reminded Josianna of that first time where her soles had gotten tickled by Carmellia. It had been torture. Still, Josianna submissively obeyed Carmellia. She slipped her feet out of her shoes, and walked in Carmellia’s office…who had placed her stockinged feet on her desk.

The sight of these two dark blue nyloned feet covered with these incredible toe reinforcements was too much for foot-loving Josianna. Here eyes feasted on this sight. It was the first time Josianna saw her boss in stockinged feet like this, openly.

“Put your feet on the desk.”

Josianna, still looking at the bottoms of Carmellia’s feet, obeyed without hesitation. Her own stockinged feet ended up mere inches from Carmellia’s soles…when Carmellia suddenly pulled her feet away, and produced a small pink feather.

Slowly, she approached it from Josianna’s exposed soles. In her natural submissiveness, Josianna could not think of withdrawing her feet. The feather was applied in the middle of her left arch. Its barbs caressed ominously the tender taupe pantyhose. They sometimes got caught in the nylon material, producing light tickling sensations.

Josianna began giggling.

“I guess I don’t even need to ask if your cousin has any experience, so I’ll simply ask you if she’s ticklish.”

Josianna answered gigglingly: “Hee, hee, yes, she is, hee.”

“And she does wear nylons, doesn’t she?” asked Carmellia as she applied the plume on Josianna’s toes.

“Yes, hee, hee, she does, like I do, hee, hee, hee.” Josianna could not believe how a little feather such as this could make her giggle so much.

“You are so sensitive Josianna. Would your cousin be so sensitive as well?”

“Hee, hee, not the same way…She…you would have to dig, hee, hee, your nails hard into her sole flesh, or her underarms, mmmm, to elicit the most sensations, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, oooooh, hee, hee, hee, that feather tickles me, then she’ll get progressively more ticklish.”

“How do you know this?”

“I’ve…I’ve…I’ve…hee, hee, hee, seen her tickled by her sisters this way. She laughed her head off. She thinks I don’t know, hee, hee, noooo, not there with the feather,” began to complain Josianna when Carmellia glided the feather sideways along her arches to reach her long toes, “But I, hee, hee, hee, hoooo, hee, heee, haaaaaa, know.

“Ttts, tts, ttts. You’re bad Josianna. Feel my little feather through your nylons. Now, tell me, what color of delicious nylons does Celia wear?

Carmellia had begun to apply more force on the feather, and to accelerate its movement. She also had begun applying it more along Josianna’s elongated toes, making them wiggle. It tickled just a little bit more. Obviously Carmellia was enjoying titillating Josianna in this fashion. From time to time, Josianna was feeling the urge to move her feet away from the feather. This gesture however drew a stern warning from Carmellia.

“If you move your feet away, I’ll tickle your with my nails right through those taupe nylons for a very long time, Josianna. Now, answer my question.”

“Nude…nylons, hee, hee, hee.”

“Nudes…I love nudes…Chinese nudes. I want you to wear Chinese nudes from now on, Josianna. Just like Manon. Just like your cousin. Is that clear? Also, you are to be in your stockinged feet all the time from the moment you come in to the moment you leave. You are not to have your shoes on in this office. I’ve already said so to Manon, and you’re to say so to your cute cousin. In nylons all the time. I’m looking forward to seeing the bottoms of her feet. Now speaking of foot-bottoms…”

There was a long pause during which Carmellia moved toward Josianna’s soles, looking at them very closely, as she still attacked them with the feather. Then, she began touching them with her tongue…


Manon knocked on Josianna’s door, and heard someone get up, and unlock the door. However, she was very surprised to see a gorgeous Chinese woman with curly but assuredly soft black hair, a mischievous look, deep brown eyes, sensual lips, a cute little nose, a nice bust, a very silky-looking flowery blouse, a pair of jeans and…a gorgeous pair of nude nyloned feet.

For a moment, Manon was paralyzed by the sight of those stockinged feet. This girl was wearing nude nylons, much like she was, and her feet, adorned with longish toes, were one of the sexiest pair of feet she had ever seen. She wondered for a moment how her soles looked.

“Can I help you?” suddenly said that new girl.

“My…my name is Manon and I…I…was looking for Josianna,” said Manon, barely able to look up into this girl’s eyes. Manon found her feet simply too attractive, and she was salivating, both literally and figuratively, at the prospect of putting her tongue and her fingers on them.

There was a pause before that cute girl in nylons replied: “I’m her cousin, Celia. She went away. Why are you looking at my stockinged feet?”

Manon blushed and looked up but her brain ordered her to look back down, inebriated as it was by Celia’s nylon beauty. Cruelly, Celia had begun wiggling her toes and flexing and showing her soles to Manon. Manon was mesmerized, and felt a strong urge, that to devour and tickle the soles of that Celia.

Suddenly, Celia bent down and grabbed one of Manon’s weak ankles, lifting it up to her waist. She flicked off Manon’s shoe, which fell empty on the floor, bouncing a couple of times before coming to a rest, devoid of any ticklish content.

“Why are you looking at my stockinged feet?” asked again Celia, who immediately began poking the sole of Manon’s foot in order to cause her to feel sensations that would produce laughter in her throat.

Manon looked at Celia tickling her foot, and smiled, unable to fight the delicious sensations that were now roaming in her sole, due to the fingers of Celia. Standing in the door frame, her balance precarious, Manon began to laugh as Celia was ordering her to.

Celia used a simple tickle technique. She tickled Manon for a few seconds, and then left her a few seconds of respite, before moving her fingers to a new location. Manon could not resist this. She was so ticklish.

“Ho, ho, ho, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, no, no, no, don’t tickle, ha, haaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, no not my toes, haaaa, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Celia that tickles, haaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ha, ha, stop that now, let go of my foot, ho, ho, hooooooo, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you tickle good girl, ha, haaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, I’m sorry I looked at your gorgeous feet, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, please, really, not the toes, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, what are you doing?, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, pulling me inside?, ho, ho, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, where are you drag-tickling me?, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, my arch is ticklish, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, heeeeh, aowtch, what are you doing? Get off me!! My shoe…Haaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,” complained and laughed Manon, as Celia dragged her inside, tripped her on the carpet, sat on her ankles, removed her other lonely shoe and tortured her beautiful upturned feet.

“Why are you looking at my stockinged feet?” asked again Celia. “Do you find my feet attractive, Manon? Do you, like my cousin, enjoy looking at my nyloned feet to the point of making a fool out of yourself? Are you, just like her again, submissive? Don’t lie now, or I’ll torture your soles to death.”

Ha, ha, ha, ha, hoo, hoo, very attractive, haaaa, hooooo, hoo, hoo, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, very beautiful, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hooooooooo, hooooooooo, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, I couldn’t help myself, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, stop making me laugh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,” continued Manon, as Celia played her like a violin.

“You’re pathetic like my cousin. You know I can make her do whatever I want just by tickling her feet. I should have known that my cousin would only associate herself with someone very ticklish. It’s time to laugh now, Manon. No more little pauses. Just torture. Through your nylons.”

Haaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, hooooo, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,” replied Manon. She could feel the fingers of Celia roaming very quickly around her arches, her heels and her toes almost at the same time. What speed. What a tickler. Manon abandoned herself to the sensations Celia was inflicting on her foot-bottoms. And Celia was ruthless. Tears began running down Manon’s cheeks, as the cumulative effect of her previous torture at the hands of Carmellia and that at the hands of Celia began to show. In a strange submissive way, she was happy.

“I don’t like it when people stare at my nyloned foot-bottoms. It makes me feel strange. So, you’ve been warned,” stated Celia, as she stopped tickling Manon.

Manon wanted to look at Celia’s feet again, but Celia did not really give her any chance to have a good look at her soles as she disappeared into her room.


It had been four weeks since Celia had begun working for Carmellia. She was an excellent worker and a perfect fit. Celia had to admit though that being in her stockinged feet all the time displeased her. She could feel Manon casting quick looks at her exposed soles. She was sure Manon was dreaming about holding her feet down, licking her soles and probably even tickling them. Fortunately, she had gained some control over the extreme ticklishness of her childhood. Almost nobody knew how to tickle her properly.

But today Carmellia had every intention to tickle Celia’s secretary foot-bottoms, and that’s why she had sent Manon and Josianna home earlier. As soon as she had seen Celia’s stockinged soles, Carmellia had become enamored with them. Over the last few days, she had sharpened her nails so that she could dig them deeper into Celia’s soft Chinese flesh. She was so looking forward to it.

Celia got up from her desk to move to the filing cabinet right behind Manon’s desk, and right next to the hole Carmellia supposedly used for ventilation. Like a black widow, Carmellia observed Celia’s feet, waiting for the right time to strike. Finally, Celia stood with her toes pointing towards Carmellia, towards the hole. Carmellia, using her superior strength, grabbed one of Celia’s ankles, startling her. Lifting up her foot, she tickled the other one hard on its sides, so as to make Celia lose her balance. Celia twisted around, and abruptly fell on her butt, which allowed Carmellia to pull her feet into her office. Quickly, Carmellia roped Celia’s ankles to a leg of her desk. Tender Celia’s foot-bottoms were exposed and soft, and they were about to laugh.

“Kili, kili, kili, my lovely Celia,” teased Carmellia as she dug her nails very deeply into the bottoms of Celia’s feet. It was very pleasurable to feel her nylons yield to the pressure of her sharpened nails. Indeed, Celia’s beige nylons were no match for those lawyer nails. Celia was trying to resist her attack, but soon she exploded into laughter, as her Chinese toes wiggled softly.

“Haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, stop that, not my Chinese foot-bottoms, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, do you have to dig so hard, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, I’m ticklish on the soles of my Chinese feet, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, I’m gonna go mad now,” laughed and complained Celia, who had been totally surprised, not only by Carmellia’s attack, but also by her technique. She was digging her nails deep into her flesh, scratching her poor soles cruelly. She hadn’t been tickled like that since she was in her teens, when she began developing some resistance to tickling. Before, Celia was so ticklish, than blades of grass tickled her when she walked in her nyloned feet in the grass. She worked hard to diminish her ticklishness, but despite succeeding at reducing the sensitivity of her two most ticklish spots, that is her feet and her underarms, there remained a flaw in her armor. Celia’s ticklishness returned in force when nails, or any sharp object for that matter, penetrated deeply her flesh. And that’s exactly what Carmellia was doing.

“Kili, kili, kootchy-koo, my lovely ticklish Chinese secretary, Kiiiiili, kooli, keetchy-koo, my ticklish little Celia. Your lovely Chinese soles, clad in those irresistible beige nylons, are so mine now. I am going to tickle your gorgeous feet just like Josianna told me I should. Not that she had any choice in the matter. She is so ticklish that lovely Josianna. Once I began tickling her soles, she could only cooperate, and tell me all about you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been hired. Ooh, ooh, ooh, your feet are twitching. I love that. Oh, I just so love that,” revealed Carmellia. Carmellia had to admit that Celia’s tender stockinged foot bottoms were more than lovely. They looked delicious. Carmellia wondered. She gobbled up all of Celia’s toes, flicking her tongue along their tips. Celia’s feet WERE really delicious!

Haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, that tickles now, that’s unbearable now, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, not the balls of my feet now, they’re very ticklish now, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha,” reacted and complained strangely Celia. Celia did not appreciate having Carmellia suck on her toes and tickle her soles. She felt totally helpless now, unable to stop laughing and begging like when she was a little girl. So, Josianna had ticklishly betrayed her. Celia swore that she would ticklishly pay. It didn’t matter to Celia that she probably wouldn’t have been hired if Josianna hadn’t been tickled into talking. All she cared about was that Carmellia was slowly dragging her sharp nails over her heels, arches and toes, driving her slowly crazy.

Carmellia smiled as she looked at her nails create deep crevices in Celia’s smooth nude nyloned foot-bottoms. Her eyes were transfixed on each and every one of these crevices. As well, Carmellia visually worshipped Celia’s toes, as they twitched lightly. Oh, those cute little twitches were irresistible. Celia’s toes seemed to be immobile as she endured the brunt of Carmellia’s tickling. Then, without any warning, they produced a little twitch. Carmellia then began digging her nails into Celia’s longish toes, while still paying attention to her obviously worst ticklish spot, her perfect arches. ‘Twitch my beautiful toes, twitch,’ thought Carmellia. After the longish-toed and slightly flat but very ticklish foot-bottoms of Josianna and the absolutely perfectly-soled bottoms of Manon’s tender feet, Carmellia now possessed the longer-soled and twitchy-toed foot bottoms of Celia. And Celia was laughing so beautifully.

“Haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, my Chinese foot-bottoms can’t take it now, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you have to stop tickling them now, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha.” All Celia could do now was laugh and complain stupidly about the tenderness of her soles. She abandoned herself to the sharpness of Carmellia’s nails. Why did she have to dig her nails so deep into her flesh?

“So, my little Celia, your cute foot-bottoms now belong to me, much like those of your very tender and cooperative cousin, and those of her smooth, beautiful and weak friend. I’m your boss, so your beige soles belong to me. I’m sure that you agree it makes sense. You, your weak cousin and her soft friend should expect to be tickled every time I feel like it. You will so laugh.”

“Haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, why are you tickling now, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha,” asked laughingly Celia.

“If you can ask questions, I can tickle you much deeper, can’t I?”

“Haaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, haaaa, ha, ha, haaa, haaa, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, nhaaaaaaaa, nhaaaaaaraaaaa, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.”

“There you go, that’s much better. I tickle you, your feeble cousin and her week friend because I love tickling submissive women, especially Chinese ones. I tickle you because I love the feel of nylon under my nails. I tickle you because you’re ticklish. I tickle you because I really, really love the nervousness of your feet. And I tickle you because your gorgeous nude nylons are just begging to be tortured. Do you know just how smooth your nylons are? It’s mind-boggling. I think they’re just as smooth as Manon’s. Kili, kili, kili, Celia under your smooth nylons. You know, I haven’t tickled the base of your toes much. Would there be some hidden ticklish spot I should know about in there?”

“Haaaaaaaaaa, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaa, haaaa, ha, ha, haaa, haaaaaaaaaaa, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, nhaaaaaaaa, nhaaaaaaraaaaa, ha, ha, haa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,” replied Celia.

“You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you?”

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaa, haaaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, haaa, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, nhaaaaaaaa, nhaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.”

“Let’s see then. I’m going to dig my nails in between each of your toes. I’m not telling you which pattern I will adopt so you can’t prepare for it. But don’t think for a moment that I am going to abandon your nervous arches. There I go for those toes. Kili, kili, kili, kootchy-koo Celia’s lovely toes. Keeeetchy, keetchy, keetchy-koo, ticklish Celia.”

“Haaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, haaaa, ha, ha, haaa, haaa, ha, haaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, haaaaaaraaaaa, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.”

“Or you’re hiding it well, or your toes are no more, no less ticklish than your arches. No matter. I’m going to torture your arches until you cry. Of course, I won’t see that you’re crying since you’re on the other side of the wall. But I can sure hear you laugh happily.”

Celia was powerless. She could feel Carmellia’s nails make short work of her weak nylon defenses, using their smoothness to increase her discomfort. She wondered how her nylons could do that. Celia felt herself slip slowly towards submissiveness, just like when she was young, around 6 or 7 years-old. Her best friend would always take off her shoes, and make her walk in the grass in her nyloned feet to cause her to giggle. She would also tickle the top of her toes, and make her dance. Invariably, she would fall, and her friend would tickle her all over, but especially on her soles and underarms, her worst spots. At first, Celia sort of enjoyed these attacks. But a few years later, Celia decided she didn’t enjoy these attacks anymore, and she began resisting them. Soon after, her friend moved away.

A few years later, when she was around 14, her friend came back and tried to tickle her again. She failed, and her foot-bottoms ended up with Celia’s nails on them. Celia remembered how she enjoyed making the dark gray soles of her friend laugh. From that point on, Celia tickled the stockinged soles of her friend, practicing her tickling talents on them, and later, on Josianna’s.

But now, Carmellia was bringing back, with those long lawyer nails of hers, those feelings of submissiveness that she naturally felt so many years ago. These feelings were suddenly augmented when Carmellia added her tongue to her nails, stating, between each and every lick, how she enjoyed Celia’s perfect soles.

“Oh, those soles are so perfectly helpless, mmmmmmmm, and they are so ticklish, mmmmmmmm, once you know how deep to tickle little Chinese you, mmmmmmmmm, poor ticklish little Chinese you. I just can not resist your soles,” said Carmellia, as she stuck both of Celia’s Chinese foot-bottoms in her face. “Keetchy, keetchy, licky, licky, mmmmmmmmmm, these arches belong to me. You know, though, after all these licks, I don’t think you’re wearing Manon’s smooth nylons after all. I want you to get some, mmmmmmmmm. Ask Manon. Mmmmmmmmmm.”

“Haaa, haaa, I’ll do it now, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, I’ll obey, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, ooooooh, ha, ha, ha, ha, oooooooh, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,” replied Celia.

“Oh, you’re such a good little employee, my Celia. For putting on Manon’s nylons, you’ll get a raise. 50 cents. And if you slip your own soles through the hole when I ask you too, you’ll get another 50 cents an hour. I like to reward my ticklish employees. Now, enough licking and more tickling. Feel my sharp nails deep into your ticklish flesh, lovely-footed Celia.

“Haaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, haaaa, ha, ha, haaa, haaa, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, haaaaaaraaaaa, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaaaaa, ha, haaaa, haaaa, ha, ha, haaa, haaa, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,” replied submissively Celia, as Carmellia dug her nails into her moist nylons. Celia didn’t remember, even in her tickled youth, being tickled tortured with such cruelty. Celia was sure than Carmellia was dragging her nails deeper into her nylons than when she started. She swore than Josianna would ticklishly pay for revealing her weakness.

“I can hear the sound of my nails against your nude nylons, Celia. It is so sexy. It is the sound of your torture. And your laughter is the result of your torture. I see that tiredness is also the result of your punishment. Your longish-toed feet have stopped twitching. Poor ticklish Celia. I’m going to give you a little bit of a rest. I’ll only worship your soles. But if you make one sound, I’ll attack not only your soles, but also your sensitive, I was told, underarms. Right through the flowers of your flowery blouse.”

Carmellia did stop tickling Celia, although Celia suspected that her soles were not done being tickled. Carmellia was sucking on her toes, and pushing her tongue deep into her soles. It felt like a massage. No. Celia adored massages. Especially on the bottoms of her weak feet. They made her moan, and beg for more. She started to feel dizzy. Then, she moaned. At first, lightly, then more loudly. The next thing she knew, Carmellia was sitting on her arms, and her armpits were awfully exposed.

“Oh my God. I didn’t know that massages got to you so much. Time for your Chinese armpits to laugh...,” said Carmellia as she wiggled her fingers over Celia, slowly moving closer to the flowers of Celia’s blouse that were resting in her armpits. “I had warned you…”

“Oh no, not my Chinese armpits. Don’t dig your nails deep into my smooth Chinese armpits, they become too, ooh, ooh, sensitive, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, haaaa, ha, ha, haaa, haaa, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, nhaaaaaaaa, nhaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,” could only say Celia, after Carmellia dug her sharp nails very deeply into her flowered underarms.

“Your flowery blouse is soooo smooth to the touch. I could tickle your tender armpits through it forever. And those cute flowers, smack in the middle of your armpits. One all wrinkled up in your left armpit, kili, kili, kili, the cute flower, and another one that is fully bloomed in your right armpit, kili, kili, kili, kootchy-koo the gorgeous flower. You are soooo ticklish under your arms Celia. It doesn’t matter if I tickle the rims of you armpits, the hollow of your flowery armpits, oooh, the flower in your left armpit has finally bloomed, kili, kili, kootchy-koo, kili, kili, kili, Celia,” teased Carmellia, as she tickled all the petals of that flower, “or if I tickle the very small flowerless spaces. You are one ticklish Chinese girl, my cute secretary.” Carmellia then approached her secretary, looked directly into her laughing eyes and said: “Koooootchy-kootchy-koo, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, koo under your arms, my lovely flowered secretary, oh what a beautiful ticklish secretary I have captured.”

Celia could only look back at Carmellia with a stupid smile etched on her face. To tease Celia, Carmellia was making gentle faces at her, as she kootchied and kilied her. Celia had to admit that these faces had a submissifying effect on her. Carmellia knew how to tickle. Of course. She had had regular practice on Josianna and Manon. Celia continued smiling at Carmellia, her teary eyes smiling as well. She so wished that Carmellia would go back to the nyloned soles of her Chinese feet. Her underarms were just so tender. Too tender. Especially with Carmellia trying to unearth the flowers of her blouse with her nails.

“Dig, dig, dig, dig … Dig, dig, dig, dig … Dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig … Dig, dig, dig, dig … Dig, dig, dig, dig … Dig, dig, dig, dig, dig … Diiiiig,” teased continuously Carmellia, as she dug her nails deep into Celia’s armpits. Celia laughed helplessly, unable to do anything to stop Carmellia from torturing her. She so wished Carmellia would stop. She understood she was a ticklish secretary. She understood.

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, haaaa, ha, ha, haaa, haaa, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, haaaaaaraaaaa, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.” Carmellia adored hearing Celia’s helpless laughter. But an image of Celia’s feet began to form in Carmellia’s mind. For a few minutes still, she stimulated the flowery armpits of her powerless secretary.

“Well, I guess it’s enough tickling for today, isn’t it?” stated Carmellia, as she got up and returned to her office. “Time to untie you,” she added, bringing hope to Celia. “Then again, may be not,” she cruelly stated, as she began to touch Celia’s soles very lightly this time.

“Whaat? Ooh noo, don’t haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, touch again the ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, the bottoms of my Chinese stockinged feet, haaa, ha, ha -- ha, ha, ha, my nylons are sensitized now. Don’t touch them, please now, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, haaaa, ha, ha, haaa, haaa, ha, haaaaaaaaaa, ho, ho, ho, ho, stop that now, not the toes now, hooooo, haaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, haaaa, ha, ha, haaa, haaa, ha, haaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, I’m losing laughing control now, haaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, haaaa, ha, ha, haaa, haaa, ha, haaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, haaaaaaraaaaa, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha,” panicked Celia, as she felt Carmellia regularly dig her nails deeper into her soles. Carmellia loved to hear Celia beg, but she also adored her laughter, and it was time to hear it for a long time.

Carmellia attacked Celia’s heels, arches and longish toes, so as to torture her.


“Celia, you look like you’ve been through hell. Let me help you,” said Manon as soon as she saw an exhausted Celia come in. “Now I know why Carmellia sent us home early. She never sends us home early.”

Celia looked around. “Where is that cousin of mine. She needs to be punished for what she’s done to me,” said Celia as she slumped on the reclining chair.

“Well, you can punish her, but I don’t think she had any choice. Carmellia probably tickled her to know all about you. She is the real one who is responsible. If you want revenge, let me tell you how to do it.”


Carmellia was now deeply asleep, helpless. “How do you know she’s asleep?” asked Celia.

“I call her,” replied Manon. Manon picked up the phone, and dialed. “One ring,” she said. At the exact same time, Carmellia’s phone rang. Nothing. A second ring. Still no reaction. A third. “Carmellia is asleep,” assured Manon.

“Let’s get her feet then,” proposed Josianna, who took a look through the hole. Carmellia was still wearing her high heels, but had extended her feet all the way to the hole. Gently, Josianna grabbed her ankles and began reeling in Carmellia’s shoed feet, bringing them all the way in their working space. Celia joined in. Finally, Carmellia’s feet made it through. Dark blue heels over dark blue nylons. Gorgeous.

“Let’s take those high heels off those powerful feet,” said Manon, who squeezed in between Josianna and Celia. Celia and Manon took care of Carmellia’s right heel, while Josianna scrapingly removed Carmellia’s left heel. Once those high heels had disappeared, two long soles clad in dark blue nylons with gigantic reinforcements hung softly. They were helpless, smooth and ticklish.

“What now?” asked Celia. When she had accepted Josianna’s and Manon’s offer, she had wondered how she would react at the sight of Carmellia’s exposed soles. She had also wondered if this facsimile of tickle-torture would be satisfying in any way. Even though Carmellia would most probably never know that her lawyer foot-bottoms had been attacked, Celia felt giddy at the sight of Carmellia’s helpless soles.

“Tickle her lawyer soles. The herbs that she ingested seem to help her dream. Don’t worry, she won’t wake up,” said Manon.

“I see. You mean, you want me to tickle her like this?” asked Celia, as she very lightly glided her nails across the long surface of Carmellia’s sleepy soles, from her heels to her toes. At first, Carmellia’s feet didn’t move and allowed themselves to be tickled gently. Josianna then began tickling Carmellia’s reinforced toes, and Manon, her arches. Carmellia’s feet then trembled. A little bit at first, then a lot more. Manon applied her hand on top of Carmellia’s feet, restraining them somewhat. She smiled. What a pleasure it was to tickle poor little Carmellia like this. She so deserved it. Right on her smooth nylons. Manon hoped that Carmellia was already having wild tickling nightmares. Or even better, that she was being threatened with tickle torture, and was scared.

Celia had to admit that this was fun, much more fun that she had thought it might be. Tickling Carmellia like this, seeing her feet tremble softly, knowing she was having a negative effect on her nyloned skin, knowing that she might give her a ticklish nightmare, was a great feeling. Her reinforcements were so huge and smooth, and her long arches, nervous and exposed. Celia began tickling Carmellia more seriously, and Carmellia suddenly started to moan and giggle and complain in her sleep.

“No, haaahahahahaha, mmmmmmmmm, ooooooh, mmmmmm, ticklish, ooooooooooh, mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, haaahaha, oooooooooooh, noooooo, nooooooo, noooooo, you can’t, noooooo, noooooo, haaaaaaaahahahahaha, too ticklish, ooooooh, tooooooes, mmmm, mmmm,” began to moan Carmellia. Obviously, she was being tickled like the ticklish lawyer she was. “Noooo, pleeeease, noooo, my nylons, noooooo, haaaahahahahahahaha, hohohohoho, nooo, please, I get weak with tickle, mmmmmm, oooooooh, haaaaaaaaahahahahaha, haaaaaahahahaha, noooo you can’t, not my long toes, oooooooh, mmmmmm, let them go.” Obviously, Carmellia dream was getting more defined. She was complaining more and more. It had begun when Manon started to follow Celia up and down Carmellia’s sleepy arches.

“Josianna, tickle Carmellia up and down her feet like we are,” ordered Celia. “It seems to really get to her.”

Josianna obeyed.

Carmellia pleas seemed even more defined now. She was giggling and complaining about being ticklish, and about feeling totally helpless when she was being tickled, especially on her ribs. Very useful information.

For the next ten minutes, Carmellia nightmared ticklishly. She was turned into a helpless woman, far removed from her strong lawyer persona. It seemed that Carmellia was actually more a ticklish little girl than anything else. Celia was actually trying to formulate a plan to torture Carmellia’s soles for real this time. But she came up with nothing. At least for now. For her part, Josianna was enjoying turning strong Carmellia into a helpless little girl through her dreams, but she also wanted to torture Carmellia’s soles for real.

“I’d love to tickle Carmellia’s foot bottoms until she loses it,” suddenly said Manon.

“I was just thinking the same thing,” stated Celia.

“So was I,” added Josianna, her fingers dancing over Carmellia’s smooth nyloned arches.

“But I can’t see how...well, who knows what the future holds,” stated Manon.

“No, haaahahahaha, ooooh, yes, I’m a weak little girl when tickled, haaaaahahahahahahahaha, oooooooooooh, noooooo, nooooooo, noooooo, you can’t, nooooooooooo, noooooooooooooo, haaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahahaha, not the ticklish balls of my feet, ooooooh, pleeeease, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahaha, haaaaaahahahaha, noooo, you know my nylons, noooooo, haaaaaahahahahahahaha, hohohohoho, nooo, please, make me more ticklish, mmmmmmmm, oooooooh, haaaaaaaaahahahahaha, haaaaaahahahaha, noooo, I get weak when I get ganged upon, I get weak when I get ganged upon, I love getting ganged upon and tickled.”

“Wow. She loves getting ganged upon and tickled? I wonder if there’s anything we could do to help her,” said Celia.

Manon was pensive for a moment. “Well, we can think about it. But right now, we got to put her shoes back on, and then, oh joy, we have to do some filing. So, let’s get to it. I don’t want to stay here all night.”


Celia, Josianna and Manon had stopped tickling Carmellia about ten minutes ago, and had begun their filing duties. Their thoughts were filled with the pleasant experience they just had. Tickling Carmellia like this had been great. It wasn’t true tickle torture, but it was just as great. And they were already trying to hatch a plan that would see them tickle her for real. But so preoccupied were they with their thoughts that they didn’t noticed their feet were in grave tickle danger. Indeed, to do their filing, they had kneeled on the floor, just behind Manon’s desk, close to the filing cabinet, and their toes were very close to Carmellia’s spying hole.

Carmellia woke up groggily and got up from her chair, yawning and stretching. When she looked casually under her desk, she saw a little bit of beige. When she kneeled and looked through the hole, she saw beige heaven.

The 30 delicious toes of her tender and obedient secretaries were lying upturned on the carpet. For a moment, Carmellia was paralyzed with indecision. First, on the left, the tender, sweet and helpless toes of Josianna, clad in nude nylons. ‘Obedient ticklish Josianna,’ thought Carmellia, as she looked at her toes. They were pretty and helpless. Next to her, imprisoned in nude nylons as well, as they should always be, were the longish toes of Celia, sweet Celia, tender Celia. Then, Carmellia devoured Manon’s toes with her eyes. Her skin was soooo perfect. So pink and thin. So exciting to caress and stimulate. After evaluating each of her sweet secretaries’ toe structures, she successively studied the way their skin, and especially their nylons, wrinkled.

Suddenly, Carmellia realized she could plume the three of them impudently. As long as they didn’t turn back, they couldn’t see the soles of their feet in this position. Carmellia grabbed a couple of very fluffy feathers and some very hard small feathers. ‘I own your soles,’ thought Carmellia, as she applied the fluffy feathers all across Celia’s, Josianna’s and Manon’s tranquil upturned toes. ‘Yes, the entire area of your toes belongs to me. In fact, all of your feet belong to me. What am I saying, all your ticklish spots are mine,’ stated forcefully Carmellia in her warped mind. Carmellia put the fluffy feathers aside, and picked up a small hard red feather. She first glided it along the longish toes of Celia, following their smooth Oriental contour. Carmellia then attacked Josianna’s and Manon’s toes in pretty much the same fashion, and when she got to Manon’s toes, she decided that their soles were going to laugh today.

Carmellia grabbed some rope that she conveniently kept in her office, and prepared herself to grab the weak ankles of her secretaries. On the other side of the wall, Josianna, Celia and Manon had not realized that their toes had been plumed. They kept talking and filing documents as if nothing had happened. Suddenly, they successively felt someone grab their ankles and pull their feet backward. Squealing, each girl lost her balance, and they all ended up with their face on the carpet. As they wondered what had happened and tried to turn around to see, they felt something trap their weak ankles, and they saw their feet drawn further into Carmellia’s office, all the way to their calves. A few minutes later, Josianna’s, Celia’s and Manon’s feet were tied in Carmellia’s office, upturned and slightly wrinkled.

Carmellia could barely contain her excitement. After these strange nightmares where she got dreamfully punished, the upturned soles of her tender secretaries were ready to laugh. So, she touched them very lightly. They were so soft. This attack produced light giggles. They were so ticklish. For a few seconds, she dug her nails deep into Celia’s nude soles, exploiting her weakness. She laughed gorgeously.

Josianna submissively knew and accepted the fact that she was going to laugh. She knew her upturned soles offered an irresistible target. Celia, for her part, was not looking forward to laughing uncontrollably. She did not enjoy being tortured like a ticklish puppet. She was so helpless when that happened. And Manon wondered how they managed to get themselves in such a bind.

Then, with the beautiful sight of her secretaries’ tempting soles filling her eyes and her mind, Carmellia attacked. To ensure optimal discomfort, Carmellia made sure to apply more force over Celia’s soles, while lightening her touch over the weak soles of Josianna and Manon.

Josianna suddenly felt strangely unbearable sensations invade her soles, as Carmellia touched them. She instantly surrendered to the urge to laugh. She smiled and forcefully expelled repeatedly and spasmodically air through her lips. Strange sensations twirled irregularly in her soles. Josianna did not enjoy them, but submissively accepted them, as she had always accepted tickle torture. As she laughed, she saw that Celia and Manon were equally affected by laughter.

“What gorgeous soles you three have my lovely secretaries. Tiiiiiikili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kootchy-koo, my ticklish secretaries. You should see your feet twitch in here. I’ve had fantasies of this, you know. Yes, I’ve fantasized about tickling your six feet, your six beige soles, your scrumptious beige soles, until absolute satisfaction. You’re such lovely-footed secretaries, you know. I think that it is only logical that I tickle your best attribute. Although I think one of Celia’s best attribute is also her taut underarms. Speaking of Celia, she’s the one in the middle with those irresistible soles, isn’t she? Yes, she is. I recognize her toe structure. Yes, I could recognize each of your soles from a hundred feet away. You three are so weak and easy to tickle. Like Manon and her smooth round toes. Tickle, tickle, tickle Manon about the toes. I also see that Josianna and Celia have obeyed me, and have put nylons just like yours Manon. Actually, I think that Celia’s nylons are those I tickled Manon through not so long ago. Yes, yes, yes, I’m sure they are. Kili, kili, kili, kili my lovely secretaries. Kili, kili, kili, kiliiiiiiii.”

“Haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, I can’t take it on my Chinese foot-bottoms now, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, I’m ticklish on the soles of my Chinese feet, haaaa, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha,” laughed and complained excitedly Celia. All Celia could feel were the nails of Carmellia poking her nyloned soles. And of course, Carmellia made sure to penetrate her flesh deeply, extracting as many tickling sensations out of it as she could.

“Oooh, poor little Celia is ticklish on the bottoms of her Chinese feet. And poor little Celia is stuck in the middle between Josianna and Manon. So, poor little Celia’s soles are really getting tickled a lot more. I love the feeling of your flesh little Celia. I love digging my nails in there. Oh but don’t worry Josianna, I’m not forgetting your longish-toed soles. I’m still tickling them, right? See, I don’t have to touch them much to provoke laughter in your throat. And Manon, your perfectly-nyloned toes don’t require much touch to entice laughter either, do they?

“Haaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, hooooo, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, my soles are ticklish too, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,” agreed Manon. It was true that her soles did not require much touching. A few tickles here, a few tickles there, and laughter would be pouring from her lips. She felt sweet and soft.

“Yes, they are, and they are mine. Six beautiful soles, all mine. Six beige soles. I love beige. I love nude nylons. Even yours Josianna. What do you think about that?”

“Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee,” laughed the powerless Chinese girl. As far as Josianna was concerned, it made no difference right now what kind of nylons she wore. Her feet still tickled, she still laughed and she was still submissive.

“You three have the prettiest nyloned foot-bottoms I have ever caressed. I could tickle your soles for a hundred years. They’re so smooth, so sensitive. Even Celia’s,” noted Carmellia, as she dug all of her nails hard into Celia’s peculiarly sensitive soles for a few seconds.

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, haaaa, ha, ha, haaa, haaa, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, haaaaaaraaaaa, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,” responded poor Celia, whose soles were now on fire. For the next few minutes, Carmellia teased Celia while digging her nails very deeply into her soles, her perfect Chinese soles, while Celia laughed like a little girl. After, Carmellia attacked all six soles again. However, because of Celia being positioned in the middle, she got tickled more than Manon and Josianna. Indeed, to tickle all their soles, Carmellia started with Celia’s soles, digging, of course, her nails very deeply into her flesh, to move out towards Josianna, on her left, and Manon, on her right, while lightening her touch to stimulate their nerve endings. Then, she returned to Celia’s soles pushing her nails hard through the nylons, etching a smile of painful laughter permanently into the poor secretary’s face.

“Kiiiili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, keetchy-koo, my cute secretaries. Now, I think it’s really time to tickle each and every one of you, so as to intensify your laughters. Who should I start with. Oh, yes I know. I’ll torture Josianna first, tickling her gorgeous longish toes, then I’ll tickle perfectly-footed Manon, then I’ll have fun with strong-looking but weak Celia and her feet, as well as her bloused underarms, and I’ll start all over again. Let’s begin,” said Carmellia.

“Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee,” replied Josianna, as she felt the ten fingernails of Carmellia dance on her Chinese foot-bottoms, right through her sheer nylons. Josianna felt a strange humiliation at being tickled while Celia and Manon watched. She felt Carmellia toy with her “longish” toes, as she called them, rake her helpless soles with her nails, obviously enjoying the smoothness and the sheerness of her nude nylons, and insert her sharp lawyer nails all over her upturned foot-bottoms.

“Kiiiiiiiili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, my lovely Josianna. You know, as I tickle your Chinese foot-bottoms right now, I can still remember the look of surprise and despair on your face as I took off your shoes for the first time and tickled your feet through your hose. I fell in love with that look and with your longish-toed nyloned feet that day, you know.”

“Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee,” could only answer a ticklish Josianna. Josianna rarely talked when tickled. She just laughed. She could barely do anything else.

Turning to Manon, Celia whispered “I can’t take all that punishment.”

“Neither can I,” whispered back Manon.

Carmellia didn’t hear anything. She was too busy enjoying Josianna’s laughter and stockinged foot-bottoms to do so. She was truly enjoying the sight of Josianna’s trembling soles, upturned, unable to resist her sharp nails. She adored the sight of her long nails causing long crevices in Josianna’s tender Chinese soles. And she absolutely loved to hear, through Josianna very soft and musical laughter, the sound of her nails against her secretary’s sheer nude nylons. This sizzling sound was something that Carmellia truly appreciated. It was the sound of control.

“I own your soles Josianna, just like I own those of your two accomplices. From the tip of your longish toes, to the end of your heels. From here to there,” teased Carmellia, as her nails danced from the very tip of Josianna’s stockinged toes to her exposed and uncallused heels. Meanwhile, Josianna laughed reflexively, totally relinquishing control of her foot-bottoms to devilish Carmellia. “Do you like it under the toes Josianna? Kiiiiiiiili, kili, kili, kili, kili, tickle, tickle, tickle, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, under your toes Josianna. Tell me, what is the effect of my long lawyer nails under your toes?”

“Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, thee, thee, thee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, thee, thee, thee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, klheesh, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee,” replied Josianna, while her entire toe structure burned with ticklishness.

“I thought I heard you giggle ‘ticklish’? Is that what you giggled, my lovely stockinged-footed secretary? It tickles when I tickle your toes? Right there? In between each of your helpless nyloned digits?”

“Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, yhee, yhee, yhee, yhee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, yhee, yhee, yhee, yhee, yhee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee,” answered mindlessly Josianna. ‘Carmellia is especially cruel today,’ thought Josianna, caught under the spell of her nails.

“And what about the fleshy, oh so deliciously fleshy balls of your feet? Are they sensitive? Is that why you laugh?” wondered Carmellia.

Manon gulped and looked at Celia with fear in her eyes. Her feet were getting itchy, and she was not looking forward to having her soles tickled with such accuracy. Obviously, Carmellia had been excited by the sight of their foot-bottoms, and she intended on torturing them slowly and thoroughly. Manon saw that Celia had pretty much the same thoughts. Indeed, Celia knew her hard soles would not resist Carmellia’s sharp nails.

“And what about those nervous arches? Oh, they tremble so much when I touch them. What a delight. Kiiiiili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kootchy-koo ticklish secretary. Do you feel my nails ravage your arches? I’m sure you do. You’re very ticklish Josianna. Very ticklish. I’ve been tickling you for four minutes now, non stop, and I don’t intend on stopping your torture until you’ve been tickled for at least thirty delicious uninterrupted minutes of giggling pleasure. Then, I’ll do the same thing to your ticklish colleagues. And then, dessert: Celia’s silky underarms. I love Celia’s armpits, I really do. But we’re not there yet, are we ticklish Josianna? Kiiiiiiiili, kili, kili, kili, kili, tickle, tickle, tickle, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, my ticklish secretary.”

“Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee,” said Josianna. Thirty minutes? Never had Josianna been tickled for so long before.

Celia knew she could not survive thirty uninterrupted minutes of Carmellia dragging her nails deeply into her soles. She knew she’d go mad. The most that Carmellia had ever tickled her without letup was about ten minutes. Several times. Obviously, something had driven Carmellia over the edge. They were all going to pay for being ticklish secretaries.

For the next fifteen minutes, Josianna laughed uninterruptedly. She also began crying profusely. Her foot-bottoms were burning, strange sensations twirling in her flesh, in her skin, in her nylons even. She was twitching reflexively. A permanent smile was etched in her face. Josianna submissively accepted her torture, but found it so unbearable. She was so ticklish.

“Kiiiiili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kootchy-koo my ticklish Josianna. Laugh from the bottoms of your stockinged feet. Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kootchy, kootchy-koo, along your perfect longish toes. Does it tickle in there Josianna? And what about your Chinese arches? They sound so ticklish. I love to hear the sound of my nails using your pantyhose to provoke ticklish pain in your arches. Oh, and what about the balls of your soft feet. Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kootchy, kootchy-koo, on the balls of your feet, my lovely-footed secretaryyyy. Ten more minutes of pleasure for you my sweet secretary. Can you take it? You have no choice. Take it.”

Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee,” agreed Josianna. She did have to take it. She agreed that her foot-bottoms belonged to Carmellia while at the office. Just like Celia’s and Manon’s. They were all going to laugh.

After ten more minutes of Josianna laughing and crying, Manon began to laugh like only she could.

“Ho, ho, no, ho, ho, ho, no, ha, ha, ha, nooooooo, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ho, ha, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, it tee-ee-ee-ee-eeckles so-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, tee-ee-clking mha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,” stated a now helpless Manon. Her nyloned feet were now on fire. She could feel Carmellia’s long lawyer nails dance on her foot-bottoms. Those feelings gave her such an irresistible urge to laugh, it was maddening.

“It’s time for you to laugh my lovely-soled Manon. You have no idea how attractive your twitchy beige soles are. As I touch them, as I see them yield to the pressure of my long nails, as I hear them sizzle, I find myself more and more attracted to them. I love the way your soles look Manon. You’re so kootchy ticklish my little Manon. Oh and those perfectly round toes are just so lovable. Look at this smooth skin under your nylons, Manon. It looks so helpless. Laugh, my lovely Manon. Yeeees, that’s it, laugh as I tickle your toes, the balls of your feet, your high arches and your heels. I will tickle you up, Manon. Oooh that sizzling sound is turning me on. I love to hear that sound. Kiiiiili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, ticklish Manon, laugh and beg, my lovely-toed secretary.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, hoo, hoo, haaaa, hooooo, hoo, hoo, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, I’m so ticklish, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hooooooooo, hooooooooo, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, stop making me laugh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,” begged uselessly Manon, as she pulled against her bonds, trashed about on the carpet, and laughed helplessly. There’s no way she could take thirty minutes of this. Her feet were just too ticklish, too well pampered to resist Carmellia’s sharp nails. Suddenly her situation worsened. Somebody had begun fooling around under her blouse, tickling the small of her back. Twisting about, she saw Celia, a soft smile on her face, looking at her as she tickled her. She was gently pulling her blouse out of her skirt, exposing naked skin, fooling around with Manon’s other ticklish spots.

Celia had been unable to resist the small patch of white skin that had appeared as Manon’s blouse went up. Celia loved the expression on Manon’s face. She was laughing as Carmellia tickled her, but, at the same time, was acknowledging that Celia teased her. Then, Celia raised one of Manon’s arms over her head, and pointed a finger at her exposed armpit. She was delighted when Manon, reeling from Carmellia’s attack, begged her with her eyes not to touch her soft blouse. But Celia did anyway. She felt like teasing Manon.

“Kili, kili, kootchy-koo, Manon,” whispered Celia, as she lightly dragged a single nail across Manon’s underarm. She spoke loud enough for Manon to hear her, while making sure that Carmellia couldn’t.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ho, ha, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ho, ha, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ho, ha, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ho, ha, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,” laughed Manon, as she looked at Celia tickle her armpit. Celia’s finger was tickling her teasingly, and it was augmenting her laughter slightly. It felt like a little spider crawling in her armpit. But Carmellia’s nails were the main source of Manon’s laughter.

Kiiiiili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, ticklish Manon, you have such sweet little secretary toes. And they’re all mine. Tickle, tickle, tickle about the toes, Manon. Can’t you resist this urge to laugh that I’m causing in your toes? What about the balls of your feet? Do you like it when I tickle them? Mmmmmm, I love your soles, Manon, I really do. Actually, I adore your six soles: Josianna’s longish but extremely submissive Chinese soles, Celia’s hard but very tender Chinese stockinged foot-bottoms, and your perfectly-toed beige soles. I love all your soles. They’re so pretty in hose.”

Josianna smiled at that. She was happy that Carmellia thought her soles were pretty. She was only recuperating now from Carmellia’s attack. What a strange experience it had been. Never had she laughed uninterruptedly for so long. She thought she’d die. She wondered why Carmellia was so attracted to ticklish stockinged feet. She wondered why she herself was so attracted to nyloned feet. Lost in her thoughts, she suddenly noticed that Celia was tickling one of Manon’s underarms very lightly. Josianna sighed...and inserted an inquisitive finger in one of Celia’s tender armpits.

Celia turned her head and shot an angry look at her cousin who was now fluttering a lonely finger in her underarm. It didn’t take too long for Celia’s angry look to turn into a strange smile of mixed anger and ticklishness. Finally, Celia smiled widely, unable to resist her cousin who was of course very aware of her tickling weakness. Then, satisfied, Josianna stopped tickling her and shook her head disapprovingly. Celia looked away... and pulled away her own finger from Manon’s warm armpit. She was angry.

Meanwhile, Manon laughed and suffered. She had quickly lost track of time, as Carmellia dragged her nails on her beige soles. Her laughter was accompanied by tears of joyful pain streaking down her cheeks. Carmellia was attacking her beige toes, her beige arches and her beige heels with absolute cruelty. She was teasing her verbally as well, a maddening habit. But Carmellia was not the only thing that Manon had to worry about. It seemed that Celia wanted to tickle one of her underarms. Once already, Manon had felt an inquisitive finger penetrate the tender region of her left armpit only to go away. Manon knew it was Celia who was titillating her, but she wondered why she stopped.

Angry at Josianna for titillating her, Celia turned her attention to her touchy cousin, and grabbed both of her wrists, raising her hands over her head. Celia used a very, very light finger to stimulate Josianna along her tender sides and under her arms. A delicious smile formed on her face. Josianna was so ticklish, so perfectly ticklish. Celia then used one hand to hold her weak cousin’s arms up so that Josianna couldn’t tickle her. Satisfied, she turned her attention back to Manon who was laughing happily as Carmellia dug her sharp nails into her beige soles. Again, Celia began to run an inquisitive finger in Manon’s tender armpit.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ho, ha, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ho, ha, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ho, ha, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ho, ha, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ho, ha, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ho, ha, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ho, ha, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ho, ha, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,” laughed Manon, as Carmellia AND devious Celia tickled her. Manon swore to herself than Celia would pay for being ticklish. Fortunately, though, Celia was only titillating her. But Carmellia wasn’t. She was right now playfully inserting her long and sharp nails in and out of her nyloned toes, teasing her as she did so.

“Kiiiiili, kili, kili, kili, pootchy, pootchy, pootchy in between your perfect toes, lovely-footed Manon. Do you feel my nails push the nylon material aside to reach the innermost areas of your twitchy toes? I can not resist your beige toes, Manon. Guilty as charged. I love toes. They’re the most precious thing to tickle. But so are your arches,” noted Carmellia, her nails descending on the soft secretary arches, “and I wouldn’t forgive myself if I let the balls of your feet, the fleshy balls of your feet, untouched. Do you know how long it’s been since I began tickling you, Manon? Answer me, Manon.”

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hooooo, ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ho, ha, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ho, ha, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ho, ha, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ho, ha, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,” replied emptily Manon.

“Oooh, poor little Manon can’t answer. I could tell you it’s only been five minutes since I began torturing your perfect soles. See, we’re caught in this tickle time loop we may never get out of. As a result, your torture will last more than thirty minutes. Poor girl. Laugh from the bottoms of your feet, Manon, laugh. Feel my nails across the bottoms of your toes, Manon, feel them make you laugh. Mmmmm, this sizzling sound of nylons being tickled. I love it. It’s such a good thing I got the three of you to tickle all night long. I’ll be able to hear your nylons sizzle all this time.”

Josianna, her arms held up by her cousin, felt her exposed nyloned feet tingle as Carmellia spoke. She wondered how long Carmellia would actually tickle the three of them, how long she would take advantage of their foot-bottoms. Celia, who was enjoying Manon’s armpit, seemed oblivious to this.

But Celia suddenly became very aware of her precarious situation after Manon’s thirty minutes had passed. Celia squealed loudly and submissively when Carmellia dug her nails hard into her nyloned flesh, and dragged them slowly across her Chinese soles. She trashed about for a while as her squeals turned into painful laughter.

Celia was actually so ticklish.

“Haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, stop that, not the bottoms of my Chinese feet agaiiiiiin, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, don’t dig, please I can’t now, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, not my Chinese feeeeeeeeeet now, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha,” laughed and complained Celia, as she bounced helplessly on the floor.

“What gorgeous foot-bottoms you have little Celia. Beige nylons fit your long-toed soles perfectly. And your soles are so hard, it is a pleasure to dig my nails into them. It’s like biting into a juicy burger. Mmmm, deeeelicious. Ooooh, the deeper I go, the more you suffer, right? Suffer then. Feel my manicured nails plunge into your Chinese nyloned flesh. Kiiiiili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kootchy, kootchy, kootchy-koo, my sweet and ticklish secretary, tickle, tickle, tickle on the bottoms of your soles. Yes, right there, on the bottoms, where it’s really ticklish. Laugh, my longish-toed secretary,” teased Carmellia, as she thoroughly scratched Celia’s hard, yet tender, soles with her long nails. Nothing was more exciting, as far as Carmellia was concerned, than to see her nails tracing deep crevices into Celia’s nude nylons, provoking total helplessness. Just the sight of her nails touching her secretary’s Chinese nylons was heavenly. Her nylons were Manon smooth, and the feet they were sexily enhancing were constantly trembling. As far as Carmellia was concerned, this was the most exciting day of her life. But as far as Celia was concerned, this was by far her worst.

Celia was brought back to those days where her horrible ticklishness made her a target of ridicule. She was known then as the “grass giggler”. In addition to her friend, girls in her neighborhood would also sometimes strip her of her shoes, and make her walk in the grass, teasing her as she giggled helplessly. Then, they would make her dance by tickling lightly the sides, the tops and then the bottoms of her tender nude nyloned feet with branches. When she would finally fall, they would sit down on her ankles and her arms, and glide the same branches on the bottoms of her feet. As Celia laughed and complained stupidly, her tormentors would laugh at her, and tickle her more. Finally, they would use their fingers to tickle her armpits and feet, her two most ticklish spots, until tears ran down her face.

“Haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, stop tickling the bottoms of my Chinese feet now, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you have to stop tickling them now, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, you really must now, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha,” laughed Celia as tears began running down her cheeks. God, Carmellia was digging her nails so hard in her soles. But suddenly, Celia had more to worry than her ticklish feet.

Manon was not a happy camper. Celia had tickled her while Carmellia was punishing her feet. So Manon had grabbed Celia’s limp arms, and raised them both over her head. She was happy to see Josianna help her. With each girl holding one of Celia’s arms up over her head, Celia was helpless. Both girls buried a couple of nails in each of Celia’s tender armpits, right through her smooth and silky blouse.

‘That tickles a bit under my arms,’ thought stupidly Celia. She looked at Manon, her eyes filled with laughing intents. She couldn’t do anything to stop her and her cousin from tickling her pits. Making things worse, Carmellia was now raking her entire soles, from her longish toes to her soft heels, using the smoothness of her nylons to her advantage.

“God, how I love to rake your smooth stockinged soles, sweet Celia. Yeees, feel my nails penetrate your sheer beige nylons. Feel them. Suffer,” stated Carmellia as she raked the smooth soles deeply. “Your soles are ticklish, Celia, and they need to be tickled. Mmmmm, you have no clue how beautiful your tender soles look from here. Upturned, they’re all wrinkled up. Oooh, I must kiss and lick them. Oh, I know what. I’ll lick and kiss the soles of your two tender friends. Just like that,” she said as she tongued the soles of Manon and Josianna.

There’s no way Josianna or Manon, sensitive as they were, could resist the tongue of Carmellia AND tickle Celia at the same time. They shook slightly as the effect of Carmellia’s tongue and lips softened them up. They also both stopped their attack on Celia’s silky armpits.

“See how they like having their soles licked. Oh, of course, you can’t see. It’s quite lovely. I’m going to enjoy tickling them again after I torture your underarms, little Celia. Now, kitchy, kitchy, kitchy, kitchy, kitchy, kitchy, kitchy, kitchy, kitchy, kitchy, kitchy, kitchy, kili, kili, kitchy, kitchy, kitchy, kitchy under your toes. Will you let me tickle every nook and crannies of your toes, Celia dear?” asked teasingly Carmellia, her fingernails poking hard at Celia toes.

“Haaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, haaaa, ha, ha, haaa, haaa, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, nhaaaaaaaa, nhaaaaaaraaaaa, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, haaaa, my toes are very ticklish now, ha, ha, haaa, haaa, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, nhaaaaaaaa, nhaaaaaaraaaaa, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,” replied Celia.

“I knew you would agree,” said Carmellia, as she began to scratch the base of each and every toe, using Celia sheer nylons to glide effortlessly over her feeble digits. “Mmmm, I love your toes, Celia, their texture is so nervous-looking,” noted Carmellia. “Laugh, my soft secretary. Laugh to death.”

“Haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, stop that, not the bottoms of my Chinese feet, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, don’t dig, please I can’t take the digging now, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, not my Chinese toooooooes, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha,” laughed Celia, as she twisted reflexively on the floor.

“I so love to tickle your toes Celia. In fact, I think I could spend several hours tickling your toes and those of your two friends. Yes, right along your toes, in between your nyloned toes, under your toes. Yes, that’s what I’ll do after I tickled your armpits. I’ll tickle your thirty toes. Thirty toes encased in smooth nylons need to be tickled. How you’ll enjoy that. I know you will. Come on now, Celia tell me how you’ll enjoy that,” asked Carmellia, as she tickled Celia’s stockinged toes, and nibbled Manon’s and Josianna’s.

“Haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, stop that, not thhhhhaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, tha, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, not my Chinese toooooes, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha, haaa, ha, ha,” replied Celia, who was laughing powerlessly under the spell of Carmellia’s nails. Celia didn’t want to have her toes or her underarms tickled. She wanted to torture Carmellia, though she couldn’t see how that could happen.

“Well, tickling your feet was fun,” said Carmellia, 30 minutes after she had begun tickling Celia’s feet, but I’m sure than tickling your armpits is going to be great,” stated Carmellia, who got up, got out of her office, and sat down on the carpet in front of Celia. She extended her long legs forward, squeezing her left leg between Manon and Celia, and her right, between Josianna and Celia. She then grabbed Celia’s arms, and imprisoned her right arm under her left thigh and her left arm under her right thigh, holding them there easily in place, thus exposing Celia’s silky underarms. Carmellia looked at each of Celia’s flowery armpits, and began tickling them, again digging her nails deep into her flesh to counteract Celia’s defenses.

“Kiiiiiili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, under your arms tender Celia. Kiiiiiili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, Celia, as I tickle the smooth flowers of your blouse. You are so pretty when you laugh outloud, Celia, as your body trembles helplessly, and as you try to close your exposed armpits. Pooooootchy, pootchy, pootchy, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, at the deepest part of your armpits, right where the petals of your flowers lie. Hey, heey, what are you doing? No, no, no, don’t you dare, don’t take off my shoes, you’re exposing my lawyer foot-bottoms, haaaaaaaaahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahaha, noo, noo, noo, haaaaaaaaaaaahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahaha,” exploded Carmellia, as she felt an incredible and unending urge to wiggle her toes endlessly, to laugh, and to react submissively.

Carmellia hadn’t thought things rationally. When she extended her legs forward, she had placed her sensitive feet in a very dangerous position: right within reach of Manon’s and Josianna’s nails. A very dangerous position indeed. It hadn’t taken long for both girls to grab her ankles, slip her legs under their bodies, and hold them in place with one arm while using their other hand to remove her high heels, and throw them away on the carpet, where they were unable to protect her touchy soles. Manon and Josianna then applied their secretary nails on their boss’ soft dark blue stockinged soles right over Carmellia’s long and nervous nyloned arches, drawing perfect ticklish sensations from her touchy nerve endings. After a while, though, Josianna was attracted by Carmellia’s gigantic toe reinforcement, and dug her nails precisely in her smooth toe flesh. She attacked the poor toes gleefully, making sure to tickle their very, very delicate base, and to insert her fingers all the way through the toe reinforcement. Meanwhile, Manon was content to run her quick fingernails up and down Carmellia’s long arch, making it quiver with pain.

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, hahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, hahahahahahahahahaha”, laughed Carmellia uniquely as Manon and Josianna’s nails ravaged her nyloned soles. What an immense and exciting pleasure it was to finally be able to attack and discipline ticklish Carmellia on the scrumptious soles of her nylon-clad feet. Her nylons were so smooth to the touch. Josianna and Manon suddenly exchanged tickling strategies and surfaces, Manon digging her nails in between Carmellia’s long toes, and Josianna gliding the very tips of her sharp nails across Carmellia’s sensitive, firm and nervous-looking arch. Josianna loved the way Carmellia’s arch responded to being touched, but she quickly returned to her first love, and resumed fooling around with her boss’ soft toes.

Carmellia felt like thousand of little ants were crawling upon her feeble skin. She could feel that Manon’s and Josianna’s very sharp nails were being used to cause her to laugh as hard as she could. She barely wondered about how she got into this ticklish situation, and was more busy thinking about producing her submissive laughter. She couldn’t stand those wild sensations that were running all over her skin and flesh. As a young girl, she had been “trained” by this group of girls to be ticklish and submissive. Once, when she had stupidly refused to give them money for cigarettes, they had mapped out the bottoms of her nylon-clad feet and, with Carmellia’s ankles tied to a tree, they had attacked their own little sole region. One happily tortured Carmellia’s toes, another attacked the touchy balls of her feet, a third glided her nails up and down her nervous arches, while a last one cruelly scratched her soft heels.

“Haaaaaaaaaahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, hahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha”, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahaha”, bellowed Carmellia regularly, as Manon and Josianna kept tickling her.

“Kooooootchy, kootchy, kootchy, kootchy, kootchy, kootchy, kootchy, kootchy-koooooo, come on now ticklish Carmellia, koooooootchy, kootchy, kootchy, kootchy, kootchy, kootchy-kooooo, laugh Carmellia, laugh,” teased Manon endlessly. “What long and nervous soles you have Carmellia. I have dreamt about tickling the soles of your powerful feet for so long now. What beautiful feet you have. Kootchy, kootchy-koo, tender lawyer. Aren’t you a ticklish tender lawyer Carmellia? Your soles are so beautiful. I love to touch them. I love to feel them tremble. Yes, just like that. Kooooootchy, kootchy, kootchy, kootchy, kootchy, kootchy, kootchy, kootchy-koooooo,” teased Manon, as her excitement grew exponentially. At last, her nails were dancing under Carmellia’s long feet, and this time, Carmellia wasn’t a sleepy helpless lawyer. No, she was an awaken helpless lawyer. And her laughter was just as beautiful as she had imagined. So raucous and harsh, as the powerful lawyer was turned into a helpless little girl.

“Kili, kili, kootchy-kootchy, kili, kili, kootchy-kootchy, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kootchy, kootchy-koo, under your foot bottoms Carmellia”, teased Josianna as she repeatedly touched her boss’ huge toe reinforcement. Josianna was in tickle heaven. One of Carmellia’s long-toed dark blue nyloned soles was at her disposal. She could do this all night. And Carmellia’s laughter was so precious. From the sound of it, she’d say that Carmellia was probably much more ticklish than her, Manon or Celia. The toes that she was tickling were constantly wiggling and twitching, adding to her excitement.

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahah ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahaha,” responded Carmellia to this verbal and tactile assault. But unfortunately for Carmellia, things were going to get worse.

Celia suddenly assaulted Carmellia’s delicate rib cage, actually inserting her fingers under her blouse, and attacking her silky ribs all the way to her beautiful dark blue silk bra-covered breasts. Celia played Carmellia’s torso like she would be playing the piano, one that gives out beautiful notes, no matter what key you hit. After the foot torture and the very short armpit attack she had suffered, Celia had recuperated enough to go on the offensive. Still lying on her belly, she removed her arms from under Carmellia’s thighs, and began attacking Carmellia’s very nervous rib cage, testing its sensitivity with immense pleasure. “Carmellia has very ticklish ribs, hasn’t she?” said Celia, as her fingers ran all over her boss’ touchy torso.

This gave Manon a great idea. Banking on the fact that Carmellia seemed already weakened by her short torture, Manon stopped tickling her. As expected, distracted by the torture she was being subjected to, Carmellia didn’t try to pull her foot away. This allowed Manon to insert her hands all the way through the opening to loosen the bonds restraining her ankles, and those of her accomplices.

Freed, Celia was able to attack more efficiently Carmellia’s very tender ribs. Manon and Josianna for their part worked together to capture Carmellia’s feet, pulling them through the hole and restraining them inside Carmellia’s office. The sight of Carmellia’s lawyer dark blue foot-bottoms adorned with these gigantic reinforcements was hard to resist, and the girls didn’t even try. At the same time Celia was tickling Carmellia’s ribs, Manon and Josianna began torturing the tender soles of their ticklish boss, inserting their nails inside her reinforcements, poking and prodding the sweet toe flesh. Their efforts were rewarded when Carmellia’s feet began quivering and her laughter hardened noticeably. Carmellia was a very ticklish lawyer. Very ticklish.

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahah ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahhahahahahaahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahhahahaahahahahahahahahah ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah ahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaahahahahahahahahahahahahahhaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahhahahaahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aahahahahahaha,” laughed Carmellia, forced to do so by the quick and agile fingers of Celia dancing on her ribs and by the toe-centered attack on her soles. Carmellia felt her resolve quickly melt away, just like it did when she was so often ganged tickled years ago. She dutifully obeyed her secretaries’ orders to laugh. There was something about being ganged up on that Carmellia just adored. Through the tears in her eyes, she could see the pleasure Celia was having at tickling her entire torso. And there’s nothing Carmellia could do about it, since Celia had trapped her arms under her body, and was holding them there with her own weight. Looking down, she saw Celia’s fingers fly about her torso, from her waist to her upper ribs, from her belly to her breasts. As she tickled her, Celia adroitly made her blouse disappear, leaving her in her dark blue bra. ‘Celia tickles so much,’ thought Carmellia, as more laughter rushed through her lips. Carmellia was unable to see her feet tickled, but she could definitely feel it. She could feel twenty nails fool around mostly with her dark blue reinforcements. ‘They must find it smooth,’ submissively thought Carmellia.

“You’ve very ticklish ribs, Carmellia. I knew just looking at your torso that it was very ticklish. I love to stimulate tender torsos,” stated Celia, as she surrounded Carmellia’s torso with tickling sensations.

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahah ahahhahahahahaahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahhahahaahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaahahahhahahaahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahah ahahaha,” replied powerlessly Carmellia.

“And Carmellia also has ticklish reinforced toes,” noted Manon. “It’s very easy to make them tremble and quiver. I love tickling ticklish feet,” she added.

“You’re not the only one who loves tickling ticklish feet,” said Josianna, her fingers constantly visiting Carmellia’s long toes.

After listening to Manon and Josianna, Celia got off Carmellia and said: “I guess I’m going to have to go there to make sure that Carmellia’s ENTIRE feet get tickled.”

“I don’t think you can resist the smoothness of her reinforcements,” said Manon, as Celia joined them. “They’re absolutely delicious.”

Celia began tickling Carmellia’s totally exposed soles about the arches, inevitably moving to her toes...and staying there. “Wow, they really are smooth these reinforcements. They’re worth tickling through.”

“OK, now we have a problem,” noted Manon. “Carmellia’s entire soles deserve to be tickled. Here’s my solution: we divide Carmellia’s foot-bottoms in three areas and we each pick an area where we stay for ten minutes before moving to another. I’ll start with her heels, you,” she said, pointing at Celia, “will torture her arches, and finally, you,” she said, this time pointing at Josianna, “will begin with her toes. Next, I’ll move to her arches, Celia will enjoy her toes, and Josianna will tease her heels. Finally, I will tickle her smooth toes, Celia will stimulate her heels and Josianna will fool around with her arches.”

While Manon was talking, all three girls had stopped tickling Carmellia. The ticklish lawyer was finally able to recuperate for a while before she was foot-tortured. Caught in the jaws of her own ticklish reactions, Carmellia behaved deliciously.

“Haaaaaaahahahaha, oh no, no, no, don’t do that, don’t divide up my long and ticklish soles for the simple pleasure of tickling them. And what is this obsession with my smooth reinforced toes. No, don’t tickle my foot-bottoms. I’m too helpless to have my feet tickled. I can’t take that. It’s just too intense a torture. I’m very sensitive to foot tickling. Oh no, no, no, I just felt something, noooo, haaaaaahahaha, no, don’t touch my nylons, haaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahhahahahahaahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahhahahaahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ahahahhahahaahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahaha,” begged fruitlessly Carmellia, as a gentle fire erupted under her feet, a fire that raged harder and harder as the nails of her devious secretaries danced and danced on her soles. Panic seized her. She suddenly felt very submissive, a feeling that humiliated her gently. She was totally under the spell of her secretaries’ fingernails. Millions of little ants were crawling in every area of her lawyer foot-bottoms, causing much pain, much discomfort and much laughter. Carmellia totally abandoned herself to the torture, like the submissive she really was.

“Isn’t she ticklish Carmellia under her arches, her long lawyer arches,” teased Celia, who was now responsible for tickling Carmellia’s sensitive arches. “I so want to make your soles quiver like you made mine quiver and tremble. How sweet it is to make you laugh through the soles of your feet. I love your laughter, Carmellia.”

“Doesn’t she have the most beautiful laughter you ever heard? It’s obvious our tickling her feet is having quite an effect,” noted Manon. “Even her heels are ticklish. Her feet jerk differently when I apply my nails on this underestimated area of her soles.”

“Maybe it is,” said Josianna, but I’m happy right now to have the very important task of tickling Carmellia’s luscious and long smooth stockinged toes. Kooootchy, kootchy, kootchy-koo, Carmellia, kooooootchy, kootchy, kootchy-koo under your toes, ticklish boss. Kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, lovely-toed Carmellia.”

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahhahahahahaahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaahahahhahahaahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahaha,” replied Carmellia, her body dancing on the floor, tiredness enveloping her slowly. ‘No they’re tickling my lawyer foot-bottoms to death,’ thought Carmellia. The fire of ticklish sensations that had erupted on her soles was now raging regularly all over, no area of her foot-bottoms spared. Carmellia’s strong mind melted away to be replaced by that of the young submissive girl who was so often ganged up on. Just like Josianna accepted tickle torture, Carmellia accepted the tickle torture of her secretaries. For the next few minutes, her feet tickled, and she laughed. Suddenly the pattern of ticklish sensations changed. That meant that Celia was tickling her toes, Manon her arches, and Josianna her heels.

“Her heels are boring. I want to tickle the reinforcements covering her toes,” complained Josianna only a few seconds after beginning to tickle Carmellia’s heels. “Hey, Celia, if you let me tickle her toes, I’ll let you tickle my feet as long as you want,” she proposed.

“I can already tickle your feet as long and as often as I want, Josianna. Let me tickle Carmellia boss toes in peace. Something tells me you’ll get to tickle her toes again. I understand why you want to tickle them though. There’s something devilishly smooth about those reinforcements. It’s like these old style stockings with those reinforced heels and toes I tickled you through sometimes. They’re tickle-torture ready.”

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahah ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahhahahahahaahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahhahahaahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahhahahahahaahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahhahahaahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahahah ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah ahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahhahahaahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahaha,” was all Carmellia could say to this tickling discussion. She had to admit that her toe reinforcements were very smooth to the touch, but she had never thought that her secretaries would be fighting over them. Actually, she had never thought as well, as her laughter reverberated throughout the office, that her secretaries would ever apply their nails on the bottoms of her feet. She felt so helpless, and unfortunately for her, a small part of her loved it.

For the next ten minutes, Josianna tried to barter her way out of Carmellia’s heels without any success. Then, the girls switched position again. This time Manon was able to enjoy the smoothness of Carmellia’s dark blue pantyhosed toes, while Celia and Josianna took care of her heels and her arches respectively.

“Tickling her heels isn’t that bad. They kinda jerk on their own. I think Carmellia has ticklish heels, poor thing,” said Celia.

“Well, I much prefer tickling her arches, and I’m looking forward to tickling her toes again,” stated Josianna.

“No, next, we’re tickling her exposed torso. It’s very ticklish, maybe even more than her feet,” said Celia. Her ribs and her belly are baby soft.”

“But I wanted to tickle her reinforced toes again,” pouted Josianna.

“We can’t tickle her feet forever, Josianna,” said Manon. “And I want to tickle those baby soft ribs. She tickled mine once in the washroom, she made me twist in place.” Manon looked at her watch. “Just seven more minutes, and foot-ticklish Carmellia will be all tickled up. “Kiiiiili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, kili, ticklish boss, kili, kili, the ticklish lawyer.”

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahah ahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahaahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahahah ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah ahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahhahahaahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahhahahaahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahah ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah ahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahah ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahahah ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah ahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahhahahaahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahahah ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah ahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahhahahaahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahaha,” replied Carmellia for the next few minutes. ‘No, not my ribs, they’re painfully ticklish,’ thought Carmellia laughingly. ‘My secretaries are crueler than those girls who ganged up on me in my youth. They have me, they so have me.’

Suddenly, the sensations that were telling her to laugh diminished, and slowly disappeared. ‘Oh no, that means it’s time for my tender ribs to be tickled,’ thought a helpless Carmellia. She felt so soft.

Josianna straddled Carmellia’s pelvis, placing herself in perfect position to attack Carmellia’s naked waist. Celia pulled Carmellia’s arms over her head, and sat on them. She was ready to stimulate her upper torso, especially her upper rib cage. Manon positioned herself next to Carmellia, ready to tickle all of her naked torso. With tears in her eyes, Carmellia began begging idiotically.

“No, no, noooo, don’t do that, please, don’t do that, my torso is horribly ticklish. You can’t do that. I get very submissive when my torso is ganged up on. It makes me feel like a little girl when it gets touched. No, don’t touch it, it’s very touchy. Haaaaaahahaha. I told you not to. I’ll give you a raise if you don’t stimulate it. And another one for exposing your perfect soles. Ooh, was that the wrong thing to say? Josianna, no not my ribs, haaaahaha. What? No, my rib cage is too, haaaaaaahahahaha, ticklish. Stop, haaaaaaaaaahahahahahaha, tickling it you two. I’m, I’m I’m haaaaaaaahahahaha, way too helpless right now. Nooooooooooohaaaaaaaaaahahahahahhahahaha, haaaaahahahahahaha, please don’t count my ribbbbbshaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ahahahhahahaahahahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahh ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, oh no, I’m so teeeeeeeckliiiiishhhhhh, haaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahhahahahahaahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahahah ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah ahahahahahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahhahahaahahaha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahaha,” finally laughed Carmellia, her torso twisting helplessly on the carpeted floor, totally under the control of her secretaries.

“Oh look at the little girl who has ticklish ribs. She can’t take it there. She’s a ticklish little lawyer girl. Pooootchy, pootchy, pootchy, on the ribs the little girl. She’s such a ticklish little lawyer, tender Carmellia. Poooooootchy, pootchy, pootchy, kooli, kooli, kooli, ooooh, look at little Carmellia twist and laugh like the little girl she is. I think she likes being tickled ticklish Carmellia, especially on her ribs, little Carmellia,” teased Manon, who had picked up on Carmellia’s comments about feeling like a little girl when tickled on her sides. As she teased Carmellia, Manon tickled generally her rib cage, concentrating on the lower part of it, leaving to Celia the pleasure of tickling Carmellia’s upper torso, on either sides of her breasts, as well as her exposed underarms, and to Josianna, the pleasure of pinching Carmellia’s waist, just below her rib cage, including from time to time, her belly. Then Josianna got up and returned to her nyloned toes, opening them up, tickling them, nibbling at them. Manon took her place, straddling Carmellia, and attacked her waist.

Laughter filled the room as Carmellia obeyed her secretaries’ tickling orders.


They didn’t know how submissive she now was. Otherwise, they would have taken so much advantage of her. All they got was a substantial raise. Strangely, they didn’t ask to be removed from tickle duty. They probably didn’t think about it.

Then, they left her there, her feet still tied in her office, helplessly exposed. For a long while, Carmellia didn’t move at all. She lied there, twisting softly on the floor, strangely excited about her ordeal.

After she finally freed herself, she went back home, her mind wandering from dominant to submissive thoughts.

Carmellia sat down, grabbed her left foot, and began tickling her own reinforced toes.

WOW what a long story!
......as always

Great Story

Great Story! Thanks!

Carenello said:

WOW what a long story!
......as always

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howdy said:

Great Story! Thanks!

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Hey there...

Thanks for the comments

good story indeed.

ScorpionKing said:

good story indeed.

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Thank you very much...There's a sequel in the works, but God knows when I'll have the time to write it...