The Tormentor waited out in the kitchen for almost an hour giving Michele plenty of time to rest. This was his last day with her – only 2 more sessions. He wanted to make sure he could make the most out of each of them. So rest in between was critical since each session got increasingly more intense. This next session was probably his favorite. He took his time gathering and cleaning his tools before heading back into the room. Michele was sleeping soundly now – this was good. He placed his tools on the TV tray and grabbed the blindfold. No peeking allowed for this session. It would spoil the surprise. Michele stirred as he placed the blindfold back on, but she didn’t say a word. She was getting used to the repeated visits of her Tormentor. How lucky he was to get such a willing victim to sign up for his thrill seeking adventure. Placing the chair at the foot of the bed, he sat down with the tray next to him. First – some prep work.
Taking his index finger, he gently traced a line from Michele’s left heel up to her toes. He watched her face as she sucked in air in surprise and let out a little shriek. He did the same thing on the right foot and watched as her foot wiggled and her toes taunted him. Not yet, this was still the prep work. He reminded himself. Just testing the waters. With that he reached over to the table and picked up his spa pedicure stone. The Tormentor loved working on clean fresh new skin. Starting with her left foot he began rubbing the stone against her heel removing the dead top skin to reveal the fresh clean skin below. He moved up the side of her sole as she giggled and when he got to the ball of her foot he heard a gentle laugh as she told him (unnecessarily) that it tickled. As he came down to the arch of her foot Michele really got animated. She let out a whoop and a loud laugh. Hmmm… this was going to be a good spot. Once he removed all the old skin from the left foot, he repeated the process on the right one. Once both feet were scrubbed clean he grabbed a long thin wedge from the tray and placed it narrow side first under both feet. This plus the cuffs forced her feet into a flexed position tightening the skin along the soles. Sitting back for a moment, the Tormentor admired his handiwork. Reaching out with one finger, again he traced a line from heel to toe and this time the shrieks were louder. He felt a surge of power and excitement knowing that her feet were ripe and ready for his touch.
The Tormentor always preferred to get a good feel for his victim’s sensitive spots using his own hands first. There was a certain thrill in driving someone crazy with his bare hands. The Tormentor took one hand and braced Michele’s ankle so her foot could not move side to side and then started with his thumb and forefinger and began pinch wiggling around her heel. She giggled, but this was clearly not a sensitive spot for her. As he worked his way up the sole of her foot she began to laugh softly moving her head side to side. The balls of her foot got surprised oohs and ahhs except when he got close to her toes and she let out a little shriek of surprise. He continued down the sole to her arches and Michele let out her first real laugh. Her poor arches were incredibly sensitive and she fought against his bracing hand trying to move away as she laughed loudly. The Tormentor held her still continuing the simple 2 finger torture of her arch a while longer. But Michele’s toes were wiggling so much it was if they were calling out to him “Take me! Take me!” He couldn’t resist. He quickly placed all four of his fingertips under her toes and didn’t move as he watched Michele’s reaction. She knew what was coming. “Oh no!” she cried. Oh yes… the Tormentor thought as he quickly began moving all 4 fingers together tormenting the skin between the balls of her feet and the pads of her toes. Michele cried out in waves of forced laughter. This was her worst spot on her poor helpless feet and the Tormentor was going to expose every little bit of it for her. He wondered how long she could take this single torture as her precious laughter was music to his ears and he could do this all day, but after a few minutes, he stopped and proceeded to rake his four fingers down the sole of her foot wiggling furiously. He spent a considerable time on Michele’s sensitive arches as he slowly moved down causing her to spasm all over again. Once he reached the heel, he moved back up the foot and back under her poor little toes. Michele begged for him to stop. But this was only the beginning. After a few rounds up and down her left foot, the Tormentor switched over to her right foot. He started back at the beginning with the two finger pinch tickling to slow things down a bit. Michele was gasping for breath as she giggled and wiggled through the beginning again letting out a whoop when he reached her arch. And then those toes – her right toes were just as foolish for taunting him. He could not resist their charm and again placed all four fingers underneath waiting. This time he didn’t even have to move his fingers. Michele began whooping and laughing just having his fingers sitting there. She knew what was coming and the anticipation was just as cruel. He didn’t leave her there long, though. I much preferred to earn his laughter and quickly started scraping with his fingers together hearing her beautiful agonizing laughter as it echoed through the room. When he finished going up and down this foot he again sat back giving Michele a chance to catch her breath. That was just the beginning. The best was yet to come for her helpless little feet.
Once Michele caught her breath and the room fell silent, the Tormentor picked up his next tool from the tray. He watched Michele’s face closely as he pressed the power button on the electric toothbrush. The sound filled the air and he saw her eyebrows pop up from behind the blindfold and mash together as she tried to figure out what the sound was from. Without giving her a chance to figure out it, he braced her left foot, placed the vibrating bristles near her heel and began tracing a wide arc around her arch. Michele shrieked with laughter and tried to pull her foot away, but the Tormentor was expecting it and held fast keeping the bristles against her skin tantalizing her sole. When he got up to the ball of her foot he started back down this time a little closer to her arch. He repeated getting a little closer each time until finally the bristles were directly on the arch and Michele was hollering louder and louder as she started calling out for help from God. Getting to the center of the arch the Tormentor just let the brush sit there as the bristles sent waves of ticklish torture through her foot and wracked her body with laughter. Then those taunting toes caught his eye again. The Tormentor knew just what he wanted to do to those poor little toes. With his bracing hand he quickly pulled back her toes and began moving the bristles in a line from the ball of her foot up to the pad of her big toe. The stretch created by pulling the toes back left plenty of extremely sensitive skin that was rarely if ever touched and the bristles drove Michele into hysterical gutteral laughter. He proceeded to give the same treatment to each of her little toes which were helpless to move as the bristles tantalized them. Michele was at a loss for words. She could barely breathe as the laughter was wrenched from her throat time and time again. The Tormentor continued this torture until he felt Michele was nearing her limit, then he stopped allowing her to catch her breath before starting the same grueling torture on her other foot. Again her arch was tormented with tingling sensations as she laughed and laughed. When the Tormentor pulled back her toes she begged for mercy, but the Tormentor had no mercy. Those toes had been wiggling and calling his name and they must be dealt with just as the other ones. Michele reached her limit a little sooner on this foot and the Tormentor only managed to torture each toe twice before he felt he needed to give her a break.
Again sitting back in his chair while Michele caught her breath, the Tormentor surveyed his tray. There were two more toys left. He reached for the feather. He felt this was the perfect choice because it would tantalize only slightly allowing her to cool down without being left alone. For he did have one tool left after all… Once Michele was no longer gasping for air, he began running the feather over her feet. Michele let out soft oohs and her feet wiggled as he continued to stimulate the nerves on her feet. He even let the feather run under her toes which brought out a little shriek and a chuckle from each foot. She was really enjoying this down time. The Tormentor continued with this tactic until Michele was breathing normally. Then, placing the feather on the tray, he picked up the last tool.
This last tool was his most powerful weapon for poor feet whose toes were painfully ticklish and Michele’s toes fit that bill perfectly. The Tormentor chuckled just thinking about what this was going to do to her. He pressed the power button on the electric flosser which basically had a protruding piece of plastic small enough to get between teeth that would vibrate like crazy. The sound of the flosser was a higher pitch than the toothbrush, but blindfolded and excited, Michele could not tell the difference. He heard her whisper – “not that again!” No, he thought. Not that again. A NEW sensation for you! And with that, he pulled back her toes and placed the flosser’s wiggling “floss” at the base of her tiny left toe. A shock wave visibly ran through her body as she had obviously braced herself for the toothbrush. With an evil grin the Tormentor continued to move the flosser in and out between her toes and across the bottoms as Michele cried out for help in between bursts of hysterical laughter. This was pure torture for her and her face showed signs of strain as she continued screaming and laughing at the top of her lungs. After a few minutes, he switched to her right foot probing and prodding in and around her toes as he held them back with one hand. Gone were the cries for help as Michele again was completely lost in the torturous agony of her poor little toes. Tears were slipping out from behind the blindfold and again her screams and cries went higher and higher in pitch until she finally passed out.
Perfect – the Tormentor thought. He played her just right all the way up to the end. He still had one more session after lunch though, and he intended to push her to her limits once again. That meant she needed a good break so her stamina would be up for his final torture. He removed the cuffs and blindfold letting her sleep as he prepared her lunch.
Taking his index finger, he gently traced a line from Michele’s left heel up to her toes. He watched her face as she sucked in air in surprise and let out a little shriek. He did the same thing on the right foot and watched as her foot wiggled and her toes taunted him. Not yet, this was still the prep work. He reminded himself. Just testing the waters. With that he reached over to the table and picked up his spa pedicure stone. The Tormentor loved working on clean fresh new skin. Starting with her left foot he began rubbing the stone against her heel removing the dead top skin to reveal the fresh clean skin below. He moved up the side of her sole as she giggled and when he got to the ball of her foot he heard a gentle laugh as she told him (unnecessarily) that it tickled. As he came down to the arch of her foot Michele really got animated. She let out a whoop and a loud laugh. Hmmm… this was going to be a good spot. Once he removed all the old skin from the left foot, he repeated the process on the right one. Once both feet were scrubbed clean he grabbed a long thin wedge from the tray and placed it narrow side first under both feet. This plus the cuffs forced her feet into a flexed position tightening the skin along the soles. Sitting back for a moment, the Tormentor admired his handiwork. Reaching out with one finger, again he traced a line from heel to toe and this time the shrieks were louder. He felt a surge of power and excitement knowing that her feet were ripe and ready for his touch.
The Tormentor always preferred to get a good feel for his victim’s sensitive spots using his own hands first. There was a certain thrill in driving someone crazy with his bare hands. The Tormentor took one hand and braced Michele’s ankle so her foot could not move side to side and then started with his thumb and forefinger and began pinch wiggling around her heel. She giggled, but this was clearly not a sensitive spot for her. As he worked his way up the sole of her foot she began to laugh softly moving her head side to side. The balls of her foot got surprised oohs and ahhs except when he got close to her toes and she let out a little shriek of surprise. He continued down the sole to her arches and Michele let out her first real laugh. Her poor arches were incredibly sensitive and she fought against his bracing hand trying to move away as she laughed loudly. The Tormentor held her still continuing the simple 2 finger torture of her arch a while longer. But Michele’s toes were wiggling so much it was if they were calling out to him “Take me! Take me!” He couldn’t resist. He quickly placed all four of his fingertips under her toes and didn’t move as he watched Michele’s reaction. She knew what was coming. “Oh no!” she cried. Oh yes… the Tormentor thought as he quickly began moving all 4 fingers together tormenting the skin between the balls of her feet and the pads of her toes. Michele cried out in waves of forced laughter. This was her worst spot on her poor helpless feet and the Tormentor was going to expose every little bit of it for her. He wondered how long she could take this single torture as her precious laughter was music to his ears and he could do this all day, but after a few minutes, he stopped and proceeded to rake his four fingers down the sole of her foot wiggling furiously. He spent a considerable time on Michele’s sensitive arches as he slowly moved down causing her to spasm all over again. Once he reached the heel, he moved back up the foot and back under her poor little toes. Michele begged for him to stop. But this was only the beginning. After a few rounds up and down her left foot, the Tormentor switched over to her right foot. He started back at the beginning with the two finger pinch tickling to slow things down a bit. Michele was gasping for breath as she giggled and wiggled through the beginning again letting out a whoop when he reached her arch. And then those toes – her right toes were just as foolish for taunting him. He could not resist their charm and again placed all four fingers underneath waiting. This time he didn’t even have to move his fingers. Michele began whooping and laughing just having his fingers sitting there. She knew what was coming and the anticipation was just as cruel. He didn’t leave her there long, though. I much preferred to earn his laughter and quickly started scraping with his fingers together hearing her beautiful agonizing laughter as it echoed through the room. When he finished going up and down this foot he again sat back giving Michele a chance to catch her breath. That was just the beginning. The best was yet to come for her helpless little feet.
Once Michele caught her breath and the room fell silent, the Tormentor picked up his next tool from the tray. He watched Michele’s face closely as he pressed the power button on the electric toothbrush. The sound filled the air and he saw her eyebrows pop up from behind the blindfold and mash together as she tried to figure out what the sound was from. Without giving her a chance to figure out it, he braced her left foot, placed the vibrating bristles near her heel and began tracing a wide arc around her arch. Michele shrieked with laughter and tried to pull her foot away, but the Tormentor was expecting it and held fast keeping the bristles against her skin tantalizing her sole. When he got up to the ball of her foot he started back down this time a little closer to her arch. He repeated getting a little closer each time until finally the bristles were directly on the arch and Michele was hollering louder and louder as she started calling out for help from God. Getting to the center of the arch the Tormentor just let the brush sit there as the bristles sent waves of ticklish torture through her foot and wracked her body with laughter. Then those taunting toes caught his eye again. The Tormentor knew just what he wanted to do to those poor little toes. With his bracing hand he quickly pulled back her toes and began moving the bristles in a line from the ball of her foot up to the pad of her big toe. The stretch created by pulling the toes back left plenty of extremely sensitive skin that was rarely if ever touched and the bristles drove Michele into hysterical gutteral laughter. He proceeded to give the same treatment to each of her little toes which were helpless to move as the bristles tantalized them. Michele was at a loss for words. She could barely breathe as the laughter was wrenched from her throat time and time again. The Tormentor continued this torture until he felt Michele was nearing her limit, then he stopped allowing her to catch her breath before starting the same grueling torture on her other foot. Again her arch was tormented with tingling sensations as she laughed and laughed. When the Tormentor pulled back her toes she begged for mercy, but the Tormentor had no mercy. Those toes had been wiggling and calling his name and they must be dealt with just as the other ones. Michele reached her limit a little sooner on this foot and the Tormentor only managed to torture each toe twice before he felt he needed to give her a break.
Again sitting back in his chair while Michele caught her breath, the Tormentor surveyed his tray. There were two more toys left. He reached for the feather. He felt this was the perfect choice because it would tantalize only slightly allowing her to cool down without being left alone. For he did have one tool left after all… Once Michele was no longer gasping for air, he began running the feather over her feet. Michele let out soft oohs and her feet wiggled as he continued to stimulate the nerves on her feet. He even let the feather run under her toes which brought out a little shriek and a chuckle from each foot. She was really enjoying this down time. The Tormentor continued with this tactic until Michele was breathing normally. Then, placing the feather on the tray, he picked up the last tool.
This last tool was his most powerful weapon for poor feet whose toes were painfully ticklish and Michele’s toes fit that bill perfectly. The Tormentor chuckled just thinking about what this was going to do to her. He pressed the power button on the electric flosser which basically had a protruding piece of plastic small enough to get between teeth that would vibrate like crazy. The sound of the flosser was a higher pitch than the toothbrush, but blindfolded and excited, Michele could not tell the difference. He heard her whisper – “not that again!” No, he thought. Not that again. A NEW sensation for you! And with that, he pulled back her toes and placed the flosser’s wiggling “floss” at the base of her tiny left toe. A shock wave visibly ran through her body as she had obviously braced herself for the toothbrush. With an evil grin the Tormentor continued to move the flosser in and out between her toes and across the bottoms as Michele cried out for help in between bursts of hysterical laughter. This was pure torture for her and her face showed signs of strain as she continued screaming and laughing at the top of her lungs. After a few minutes, he switched to her right foot probing and prodding in and around her toes as he held them back with one hand. Gone were the cries for help as Michele again was completely lost in the torturous agony of her poor little toes. Tears were slipping out from behind the blindfold and again her screams and cries went higher and higher in pitch until she finally passed out.
Perfect – the Tormentor thought. He played her just right all the way up to the end. He still had one more session after lunch though, and he intended to push her to her limits once again. That meant she needed a good break so her stamina would be up for his final torture. He removed the cuffs and blindfold letting her sleep as he prepared her lunch.
