Thou Shalt Laugh - M/F (feet)

This is oldish. I recently found some txts on my old hard drive that contained more of the second chapter than I thought had existed, so that is included. I'm not sure how far it goes, but there definitely were about 10 pages of word total. It was something I had intended to do as a series, but then decided against. I don't have any intention of finishing it. So here is part one and a large if not full whats its of part two.

Also, yeah, this is being posted Sunday as opposed to my normal Monday story posts because my PC is in the process of shitting itself and dying. It's working now, so I'm posting now.

Enjoy.

Thou Shalt Laugh - Chapter 1

The small town of Nundril was one far from the reach of any other town, set in the quiet countryside far from its reigning lord. Aside from the fact that travelers very rarely ventured through this town, there was nearly nothing odd about it. But, if any traveler were to spend a few nights there, he would notice a few oddities about it. For one, many of the younger women wore sandals of some sort, mainly those without backings, or very few straps to them. In fact, it was quite hard to secure any pair of footgear other than a sandal in the town, though not impossible. Little boys and girls did not play outside, either; and unlike other towns, the only laughter in the air was that of girls or women. After visiting this place, though there was nothing outwardly odd about it, one would have the feeling that something was going on behind the travelers back, and this would urge the person(s) to leave as swiftly as possible. Because of this feeling, many would not come back.

Indeed, though it wasn’t well known, there were a few differences in this small town. Though it was not law, it was assumed that women should show off their bodies; thus, many women would wear short sleeved shirts, or shirts without sleeves at all, short skirts, and sandals of some sort. They, of course, were not forced to dress in any way, but one would notice that the only people who didn’t seemed also to be outcasts. The other major difference, on the other hand, was law. It was stated in the city charter, that "All women must laugh," to some extent, at least once a day. Though, this could not be the laughter from a joke, or a nervous laugh in a tight situation; this laugh had to be forcibly extracted in the form of tickling. It was not wholly enforced - a person would have to be watched nearly all day and night, if it were to be - but if it was suspected that any women, be she a girl of the age of 6 or 30, had not been tickled recently, she would be taken to the local authorities to have that problem fixed. It was said that, years ago, one official had proclaimed to one of these said women, "Thou shalt laugh" before he went to tickling her. Because of this, the saying "Thou shalt laugh" became a quote repeated before any major tickling upheld by the town’s government. The small town of Nundril was a quiet place, if you didn't pay mind to the laughter.
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It was a nice spring day, though it seemed hot enough to be the middle of summer. The sky was a deep blue, with feathery clouds covering about a third of it. The sun was hidden behind such clouds, though the wind blew softly enough to uncover it from time to time. According to the sun, when it wasn’t hidden behind clouds at any rate, it was just after 3. Risa wanted it to be 5 already, so that she could go home already. It was such a hot day, after all, and she wanted nothing other than to lie around in bed all day, rather than be in school. But, then again, school had its perks; boys, and her friends too. It could be a lot worse, she decided. Of course, she only had another half year to put up with, and she would be done with it forever, so it wasn't that bad.

Another half year… and finally, these 7 long years of near endless schooling would be over, and she could move on with her life. After all, Risa was nearing her twenty first birthday, and her urges were driving her crazy. She longed to move away, to work, or to have a child… anything but this boring dole drum day in and day out. She was not suited for this sort of life.

Risa always dressed as she chose, regardless of the weather. This was, of course, the only explanation that could be given for it, most of the time. Today, she chose a long flowing dress, cut just short enough to show a hint of bosom, and not a fraction more. More than enough, she knew. Of course, the dress only fell to her ankles at its lowest, so that her feet were visible at all times; today, this gap revealed a pair of loose fitting, brown and lack luster sandals that struggled to stay on restless feet that desired the accursed things to be elsewhere. The dress was cut of some light blue cloth; a foreign material that she did not know the name of, nor cared to know of. It was enough that it complimented her slightly tanned complexion; an added bonus that her shoulder length brown hair did not detract from it. Though, it could have suited her golden brown eyes a little more favorably… it was enough as is.

This particular lesson was incredibly boring, and drew a yawn from Risa. She terribly wanted to be tickled, but unfortunately knew that it would disrupt the lesson, and therefore would not be tolerated. Lunch was always another matter; but then again, it wasn't lunchtime now, so it mattered little. Seeing as she was situated in the middle of the second closest row to the window, she wasn't exactly in the teacher’s constant view. It was possible to setup something... but the likely hood was low. Still... but it wasn’t worth trying. So instead of scheming on the inevitable, Risa crossed her right leg over her left, and began tormenting the young boys around her with her right foot. Dangling a shoe was an art in Nundril, and taught from mother to daughter. It was a very effective way to attract a guy, at any rate; and besides that, as Risa learned, a good way to become the target of some tickling. Shaking her foot back and forth slowly, she eventually got the end of the strap to her toes. Now that she had gotten into a good position, she shook her foot right to left, carefully balancing the sandal on her toes. This in turn caught the eyes of the boys to her left and behind her as well, as they watched in hopes of catching sight of her arch, and, if they were lucky, a bit of her sole as well. It was a calculated practice, and took some concentration to do right without looking down at her foot.

Then, purposefully, during one shake to the right, she went too far and let her sandal drop a few inches from her foot. And it was a good distance, too; nearly to the other side of her desk. This was what she wanted, though maybe a little farther if possible. Still good enough, for now she would have to bend over to reach it, which she did. But she did not move her right leg, so that she could balance herself better to pick up the lost shoe. She kept her leg crossed, though it would have been easier to move her leg, but of course, that was not her goal; by bending over without the leg being there for support, she had to bend a bit farther. With effort she moved her leg just so that her sole was now facing the ceiling, for the entire world to gaze at in awe. It wasn't a very good technique to actually see boys drooling, but knew her actions caused that affect. Still, she would have liked it better to see them drool. For she knew that any boy would have trouble looking away; her foot was that perfect. The heel of her size 6 foot rounded nicely, and then dipped away into her sole. The sole was naturally wrinkled, though not very much. Every few centimeters, the soft skin of her delicate sole did wrinkle, and stood out from the surrounding skin by a little. Her wrinkles were treasures to her, for each one was slightly more ticklish than the remainder of her foot, and though merely touching her foot would tickle to no end, prodding the wrinkle would cause her to laugh a good deal more. These wrinkles ran up the whole of her sole, and curved deeply into her arch; which she was proud of. The arch of her foot was high, so high that one could glimpse a good deal of her sole from a side angle, let alone a 45 angle. The wrinkles ran to the ball area of her foot, which jutted out right after her arch. Unlike the balls of the foot on other people, Risa's was just as soft and sensitive to tickling as was the rest of her foot; she took great care of her feet so that this could be achieved. The instep, on the other side of her flawless foot, was just as perfect as the rest of her feet; it curved softly from the side up to her pinky toe, and like her ball, was extremely soft and ticklish. Risa also treasured the side of her foot, for her arch was high enough that one could see that her side didn’t actually touch the ground. In fact, her footprints left only the heel, toes, and upper area of her foot; none of the middle would touch.

In the very middle of the side, arch, ball and instep, was a spot she secretly called her sweet center. It lay in the very middle of her lower ball and instep, and without a doubt was the most ticklish place on her entire foot, save for her toes. She figured that this was because there was simply no way to protect that part of her foot, even if she crunched her toes, or moved her foot away. It was the center, and was easy to get at. Besides, no amount of toe crunching could protect her there, if she wanted to; it was, again, the center of her foot, and therefore not affected terribly by that last means of protection. But, if anything, she noticed that by curling her toes towards the sole, it did make her more ticklish there. If ever the tickler did decide to torture her there for a short period of time, she always tried to keep her toes against the upper sole, so that it amplified the amazing effect her tickler already had.

But, of all her foot, she adored her toes the most. Yes, she loved her sweet center, treasured her arch and side step, and couldn't live without her wrinkles, but the toes were... ahh, words could never truly summarize what she felt for them. Unlike some ladies feet she knew, her toes were not flat to the ground like the rest of her foot; they curved down, and this made them very pleasurable to look at when doubled with the beauty of the rest of her foot bottom. That is to say, her big toe curved slightly, but for the most part was flat to the ground. The other four, though, had a large space between the point just below her toes, and the toe pads. Skin tightly wrapped the bones on her toes, leaving little excess, unlike the big toe. This gave them the curve that they possessed, and was very lovely indeed. Because of the curve that her toes had, if she did spread them out, which require the use of her fingers to do so, they appeared incredibly long in proportion to the rest of her foot. The long curve never really ended, actually, if one did examine her toes very closely. But the toe pads came down like her ball, only they didn't jut. The curve followed the toe pad on every side, and gave it a more rounded off look to each toe.

Of course, her toes very closely fit together. From the top of the foot, it appeared not like bits were added to the foot, but that it continued on, and someone had penciled in four distinct lines. Not that she couldn't separate them; far from it. When she did, it was surprising how far she could move each toe from the other; they all seemingly point in completely different directions, from one pole at the end of the earth to the other, though that was impossible.

Another thing she noted of her flawless, buttery soft feet was that her second toe was the longest. This was another distinct feature, and caused her foot to curve up and then down in a very nice way. Her third toe was just as long as her big toe and she reveled in this fact as well. And each toe, one could see that the nail on each foot very nearly would touch the ground, even on her big toe. Oh, how she loved her toes. Risa could honestly go on all day about her love for them, but knew it to be pointless.

Although Risa hadn't knocked her shoe off very far, she was able to reach for and miss it a few times, so that her foot’s muscles could be seen for all of their glory. At one point, she spread her toes out, as if the struggling caused her to do this without noticing. Though the only reason that she did it was to show that even between her toes, the skin of her foot was flawless. Eventually, though, she had to pick up her shoe; if she did this for any longer, it would become obvious that she did it on purpose. After taking it in her hand, she sat up, but pulled her right leg so that it was adjacent to her left. This enabled her to leave her sole shown to anyone who would look a split second longer, before she slowly began covering it again with her accursed sandal. In the time it took her to put the thing back on, she did get a chance to notice that the boys around her were nearly drooling, and that her trick had worked like a charm.

A glance at the clock told her that 5 minutes had been consumed through out the whole charade, but a half hour still remained in this particular class, making it at least an hour before she could laugh to her fullest again. In boredom, Risa looked around the room without moving her head, checked some articles and other papers posted on the far right wall, examined some peeling paint, and glazed over a few of her classmates. A few seats to Risa's right sat Linda, a girl she had known for years. They weren't friends for good reason, if Linda even had friends. Apparently, Linda despised being tickled. She would always go out of her way to cover up every inch of her body as much as she could, and would wear long sleeves and pants well into the summer if she could. Usually she wore a pair of knee high, black leather boots when she could, but today, as Risa noticed, she wore at least something that showed her feet, if only a little. The nails of her toes escaped from underneath the black felt, which covered the rest of her foot right up to the heel. A platform rested at the bottom of all this that was about 2 or 3 inches thick, and gave Linda some extra height, though she didn't exactly need it.

Linda was tall, blonde, and gorgeous. Honestly, Risa was very jealous of her; partially for her a-typical beauty, consisting of blonde hair and blue eyes, but mostly for the attention that it attracted for her. Admittedly, though, she truly wished she was as ticklish as the poor girl. In all honesty, though, aside from a small pang of jealousy, Risa hardly cared for the girl and paid her no more than a passing thought.

Risa moved on, wondering how long she had left. Another glance at the clock said that she now only had 25 long minutes left of the class. At least time was moving forward, she thought.

For the past 5 minutes Risa had kept her feet planted down in her flip flops, not moving them at all. But after she had glanced at the clock, she began to grow uncomfortable in the way she was seated. So, she withdrew her right foot from her sandal, and moved her leg so that she was sitting on top of it, her foot on its side, and her ankle just out from under herself. She realized the boys would stare at her bare sole again, which was why she had removed it from the sandal in the first place, though the whole act was out of being uncomfortable. Another 5 minutes of lecturing passed, and then Risa felt something touch her arch, and very slowly and very lightly move its way along her foot. It tickled greatly, even though it was an extremely light and scratchy type of tickle. RIsa spread her arms so that they were on the edge of her desk, put her head down a little so that the teacher couldn’t see her face, and giggled a little. She hoped that no one had noticed, but it was fairly loud, and the teacher had stopped his lecture to look at Risa, and then he spoke, outraged at being interrupted. "Do you find this amusing, Miss?" he asked her.

"No-hehehe-no, not at hehe, not at all." she tried to answer, though she knew it would not be taken seriously.

"I assure you, there is nothing funny about-" he began, but Risa cut him off before he could finish.

"No, just a joke I had heard earlier. I thought of it just now; it’s a very funny one, you hehe, you see."

"I'm sure that it is. But, can we please focus on the matter at hand?" he stated, more than he asked. Risa only nodded a yes towards him, barely able to all out laugh as whatever was tickling her crossed her sweet center. While looking down at her desk, she managed to peek behind herself, through her hair, and noticed that the boy behind her had his arm hanging over the end of his desk. Quickly she realized that it was his pen that was lightly scritching around her foot; no wonder it tickled so much. Although she enjoyed the tickling, it was not a good time or place for it to occur, so she looked back at him with pleading eyes. The boy only smirked, and shook his head no; in reply to her plead, he pushed his pen a bit harder against her foot flesh, and quickly moved it back and forth a few times, before returning back to the slow, agonizing pace that he had used before. It took every bit of concentration Risa had not to break out laughing right there, but she could not help closing her eyes and smiling very widely at her desktop.

Of course she could withdraw her foot, but she did really enjoy it, so she let it continue. But this did have the effect of causing time to move at a slower pace, as each tiny movement of the pen was felt for what seemed like a few seconds. It was at the point that when Risa had thought a full 10 minutes had passed, she noted only a minute had. She didn't have long to reason to that, though; the pen had gone the whole way up from her heel to her large toe, all the while gliding along her sole, and circled her big toe a few times. It took a lot of effort not to laugh, not to giggle, but Risa managed. Then, amongst the teacher's lectures, she heard a key phrase; "Class, I have to go out of the room for a few minutes. Please, try to behave... at least, don't break anything." was all he got out before he had left the room. The pens tormenting movements lasted a few more seconds, but then they stopped. For the first time in a few minutes, Risa took a deep breath, only to have it blown right back out in a full laugh; he had begun using his fingers, knowing that it was safe to do so. And even though it was now safe to laugh, she would not have been able to stop herself.

The technique he now used was something Risa referred to as spidering. A fairly common and easy thing to do, and indeed, it did feel as if a large spider danced about madly on her sole; thinking of this caused her to laugh slightly harder. What the boy was doing was moving his hand up and down quickly, from toes to heels, and at the same time vibrating and flailing his fingers about. It was a light form of tickling, she knew, but she also knew that her soles were soft enough to make it very unbearable. Risa's laugh wasn't very much above a giggle, but to her it seemed to echo around the otherwise silent room. She was slightly aware of some pain in her stomach from giggling and laughing for a while, but other than that her entire mind was focused on her sole, and the maddening touches aimed towards it. Before long she had taken hold of the sides of her desk, and rested her head on top, unable to hold it any longer, and continued laughing lightly.

"I must say, you have terribly soft feet. By far the most ticklish I've ever had the pleasure to deal with," he complimented, or at least, Risa took it as such. She highly doubted all girls would take it as one.

Another long minute passed, and the boy taunted her once more, "So I see you are really enjoying yourself... ahh, but you really are missing out; I have, after all, left your toes alone for far too long now. It would be a terrible sin not to tease those cute toes of yours a little." At this time, Risa noticed that he had in fact left her toes alone, save for a circle or two from his pen, which she could still feel from before. Sure enough, he held true to his words, and stopped tickling her the way he had been. After spidering down to her heel, he slowly drew his nails up to the base of her toes, which he lightly scratched for a second or two. The slight rake had reduced her back to giggles for the few seconds that it occurred, but the scratching caused her to scream out loud, and laugh madly. Then he moved on to her toes.

Even though he only used his four fingers, Risa was now in hysterics. What he did was he basically just ran his fingers back and forth along her pinky to second toe, slightly scritching the length of each toe, and scratching at the pad. Despite deeply enjoying this, she was unable to keep her foot completely still like she had before; her toes spasmed slightly beyond her control, and spread, in an attempt to avoid being tortured. It was no good, though; they couldn't escape their fate. By now she was unable to keep her eyes open, and was forced to close them shut very tightly. Her laugh was loud, and she shrieked every once and a while in ticklish agony. But of course, seeing as this was a class, even with out a teacher, the boy stopped shortly. Risa breathed deeply, a little unhappy that it had to end so quickly; she had enjoyed it, after all. Then she felt something pinch her big toe, assumedly his fore finger and thumb. Of course she knew that he now intended to tickle her big toe a little, and again realized that it had been left out. Now she was going to be forced to feel the full force of his tickling; and as he began, she realized it wasn't going to be the soft scratches as it had been before; being unable to move magnified this to seemingly no end. With the fore and middle fingers of his other hand, he now pushed his short nail deeply into her skin, and doing this, raked every centimeter of her big toe.

Now the tickling was real, and she could no longer just laugh like she had before. Nearly as soon as it began, she screamed "Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeehehehehehehe!!" at the top of her lungs, which soon turned into loud laughter. He scratched just under her toe nail, and covered every centimeter to the very base of her toe. With each tiny movement, she laughed louder than the last. But then he stopped, just as soon as he had begun, and released her toe. Of course, he couldn't do this for very long, or else he would get caught for sure. This time, though, he was done with her. It had lasted only about 7 minutes, but it seemed like an hour to Risa. Although the tickling was now done, she still vaguely felt his fingers touching her soft sole, as if her foot was being very lightly stroked still. She continued to giggle for another full minute before she had the chance to begin to catch her breath. A few tears had come down from her eyes and wet her cheek, but not many. After she had caught her breath, a boy behind her, though not the tickler, spoke in awe "...Wow... all that just from one toe..." Indeed, she was very ticklish; probably the most ticklish girl they had ever seen.

Now though, she knew she had to sit up and prepare herself so that when the teacher came in, he would suspect nothing. Before moving her foot back to the floor where her sandal resided, she curled her toes once or twice to show off her feet just once more. As she moved her foot back to her shoe, she turned slightly and smiled at the boy behind her, showing that she had enjoyed it. He smiled back, and said "I hope to have the pleasure again sometime soon." Risa was still breathing somewhat heavier than normal, so she didn't say anything, only nodded. Out of the corner of her eye, though, she realized that even if she prepared herself for the teacher, he would still be mad at them.

Apparently, Linda had begun to stretch her arms over her head, and seeing Risa's tickling in progress, someone had thought it a good idea to give her armpits a good tickle. Now, though, she had her arms pinned to her sides and was shaking about madly, trying to loose the boys hands from her sides with little success. The boy could not have been doing very much, what with his hands being near immobile, but it seemed that Linda was going insane anyway. Despite the reactions they were getting over so light of tickling, a small group of boys forming a semi circle around Linda decided it wasn't enough. So one of them walked behind Linda, gripped her wrists tightly, and pulled them well above her head. She screamed loudly, knowing what would come next. But she wasn't restrained very well, since only her arms were held, and she managed to struggle around enough so that it was near impossible to tickle her at all. With only her torso and legs to work with, she managed to hit people around her with the desk she was situated in, and kick at others, especially the one that had been tickling her underarms. It was a mess, and the guy who held her arms barely kept them restrained, almost losing his grip on her several times.

But no one was about to give up. Two of the guys had managed to stay out of her reach, and were discussing what Risa assumed were plans on how to restrain her better. They must have decided on one, because they nodded and began to venture towards the flailing girl. The first moved at a sprint, so as to avoid taking any hits, and quickly wrapped his arms around the poor girl’s knees, so she lost the ability to flail them about. The second boy walked up and carefully grabbed her ankles, and wrapped his arm around them in a similar manner to the guy before him. One of them said something to the guy who had grabbed Linda's arms, but she was screaming loudly, so the words didn't make it to Risa's ear. But she knew what he had said when they lifted the girl out of her seat, and set her on the floor. The one who had held her arms now held her wrists against the floor, and the guy at the ankles did the same. Struggle as she might, Linda could not break free, even with the ability to move her knees again. Now Linda was in trouble; what, with her original tickler looking ready to pounce, and the fellow who had held her knees ready to... well, Risa thought, it would certainly be a hilarious outcome. She almost laughed at the joke she had made.

The second guy, the one who had held Linda's knees together so she couldn’t struggle, cracked his knuckles, and then wiggled his fingers in the direction of Linda's stomach. She screamed louder than she had been when he had done this. For the first time, Linda stopped screaming at the top of her lungs, and instead yelled something that was actually understandable. "Please, don't!...Ahhh-hahahahaha!" was all she had time to get out, though, before the boys began their assault. The second had started off by squeezing Linda's middle, and moving his hands across her ribcage and stomach. What followed was a mixture of screaming and loud laughter, as Linda was driven into hysterics. For about a minute, the original tickler watched Linda through her current torment, and studied her new ticklers maneuvers. He seemed to like them a very good deal, as they were working better than what he had been doing. After a minute, he decided it was a good time to start; he rested his hands on her underarms and began to move them about. If Linda's laughing became any more desperate, Risa couldn't tell; perhaps she was too far away. A couple of times, Linda did stop screaming, and tried to say something amongst her laughter. Risa assumed it to be begging, seeing as she was on the other side of the room, and couldn't hear any of the conversations over where Linda was very well. Several times while watching the tickling ensue, Risa did wish deeply that it was her over there, and not Linda. She considered tricking people around her into tickling her again, but she noticed that they had all their attention focused on Linda, so that was out of the question. Either way, when the teacher walked in only 3 or so minutes after the tickling had begun, Risa was glad that she wasn't the one being tickled.

The teacher looked about angrily, seeing the classroom he had left now a total mess. He stared, appalled at the desks out of line; at the half of the class out of its seats, and at the girl on the floor being mercilessly tickled. He looked straight at the ticklers, how had now stopped tormenting Linda and acted completely innocent; everyone had gone deathly quiet, even Linda. After a few seconds, he spoke to the boys who held and had been tickling Linda, "What on earth are you doing?" he asked. No one spoke, afraid that they would be in more trouble for doing so. The teacher closed his eyes and shook his head, and then spoke again, "You didn't even take off her shoes...." About then, Linda must have realized that any hope of being saved was now lost.

Almost as soon as the words left the teachers mouth, the only protection Linda's feet had had left them. She begged them not to remove her shoes, then begged them not to tickler her feet, to tickle her anywhere else, just NOT her feet. Of course they didn’t listen. The two ticklers each took a foot, and were ready to begin when the bell rang for the schools dismissal. The ticklers seemed torn between continuing to torture Linda, or to go home. Their decision was made for them when the two others who had held her down let go, grabbed their belongings, and left. Linda all but leapt for her shoes and slipped her feet back into them as quickly as she could, then took her things and left. It took Risa a minute or two to pack her own belongings, and by the time she had finished the room was empty. Or, she thought it was empty; the boy behind her, the one that had tickled her, rested his hand on her shoulder and spoke, "And where do you think you are going?" Risa wasn’t sure if she should feel excited or afraid. "It is sometime soon, after all," he said.

The remains of chapter 2

Of course, he was going to tickle Risa more, and she knew this. It had only been 10 or 15 minutes since he had last done so. But then again, it had only been one foot, and a very light tickling at that. This time, though, Risa didn't expect him to go soft on her.

Even though she wanted to be tickled, there was a chance that she might not, and that she might try to escape. So, just as soon as he had said that he would tickle her, she found that a rope was being wrapped around her upper body, tying her back against the chair. It quickly found its way to the end of her arms, and soon enough she was tied tightly against the chair, unable to escape. Of course he hadn't completely covered her with the rope; he had left most of her stomach untouched, which was visible due to the fact that she wore a shirt that made it so. After tying the rope so that it wouldn’t be loose, he moved the desk in front of her off to the side. Then he pulled the chair of the desk in front of her a little closer, and situated it so that it was parallel to the chair she was restrained in. After doing so, he picked up her ankles and looked at her feet. After taking a quick glance, he wrapped his right arm around her ankles and spoke, "Well, you won't be needing these things, that’s for sure." Immediately after, he took his free hand, plucked off her sandals, and flung them aside. He glared at them as they hit the wall, then placed her ankles into a hole just under the back of the seat. This put her feet onto the seat itself. As the man put a round or two of rope around her ankles, Risa looked to her sandals on the other side of the room. They were the only things that had ever protected her from being tickled, and because of this she hated them. But they were a requirement of society, so she put up with them. Realizing that he was done tying her up, Risa looked back to her ankles and wondered why he had tied them. Then she realized that now that they were tied together, she would not be able to put them on the sides and pull them out that way; they were stuck there until he wished otherwise.

After he had tied her down, the boy had gone back to his desk, and Risa could hear him rummaging through his belongings. It took him a little while, and having nothing else to do, Risa flexed her feet a little. Apparently he had found what he was looking for, because the sound behind her had stopped. Indeed, a second later he walked past her, but if he had anything she could not see it. He walked up and pulled the chair away from the desk to the right of where her feet sat helplessly, and then sat down by her feet. In his right hand he held a long, stiff, white feather. So, that’s what he had been looking for. He smiled before moving it towards her feet.

Feathers had always been a favorite tool of Risa's, and because she had such soft feet, they drove her mad. Her brother had had a large feather collection, and would always play a game where she had to guess which one he used on her foot; if she guessed right, she won and was tickled with that feather. If she guessed wrong, then he would begin using a different feather to tickle her other sole. Then she had to guess both of them and which foot was being tickled by which. If she got that wrong, then she would be tied up and put to his various instruments. She liked winning and losing equally; if she won, she could feel the maddening touch of various feathers. If she did guess wrong, she was tied up and tickled mercilessly, which she also loved. All this passed through her mind in a few seconds, before the feather touched her heel.

That first stroke of the feather on her foot drew a very cute squeal from her before it slowly continued its dance. The method this boy used was a very slow, torturous one, and Risa giggled madly in response. It slowly itched its way up her arch, causing her to laugh a little harder, then fluttered over the ball and met the space under her toes, causing them to crunch together in a defensive response. The toes on her other foot had splayed apart, as she unconsciously attempted to pull away from the very soft, maddening strokes. The feather finished stroking that space under her toes, and then fluttered between the vulnerable toes on her other foot. As the feather rounded the outside of her big toe, Risa screamed with laughter, and quickly wrinkled her other sole together, nearly trapping the feather between her big and middle toes. With a great deal of expertise, the feather stroked her toes horizontally once or twice, and then ran down along each individual toe. It was by this point impossible to contain her laughter in slight giggles; Risa, since the attack on her other foot, had begun laughing rather than giggling, and had forced her eyes shut in an attempt to withstand the torture her feet were receiving.

When the feather reached her pinky toe for the third time, it brushed back and forth several times, rather than ending in a simple stroke as before. The tip then traced the outline of her toe very slowly before moving on to the next. The same procedure was repeated for each individual toe, and elicited such a lovely series of giggles that the boy thought of continuing playing with her toes for a far longer time. But, it would become boring, he very well knew. Still, when he reached her big toe for the last time, he brushed it for around 10 seconds, causing Risa's foot to thrash in ticklish agony. The seconds past, the feather traced her toe, then moved on. Risa knew that she still had a great deal of her feet that had yet to be touched, but already she had begun to sweat. Truly, this man was an expert at tickling his victims. She had had only a few seconds of these thoughts before it began yet again, on the same foot, but this time just under the toes. Again she wrinkled her sole in an attempt to protect them, and giggled madly.

The method chosen this time was to rapidly brush up and down across a small portion of her sole, and edge across slightly. Probably an attempt to find her most ticklish spots, Risa had managed to think, despite the feeling on her feet taking up a grand portion of her senses. Just above the ball of her foot, it was bearable, but as it edged more and more to the left, her giggles came closer and closer to hearty laughter. By the time it had found its way to the center, she had again lost control, and had begun to laugh much harder. But as it edged along further, it became more bearable again. The feathers movements changed slightly when it reached the end of her foot, enough to encompass some small circles that would reach the side of her foot. These only caused her to giggle slightly, but slowly the feather edged down again, and then the circular movements stopped. The rapid brushing resumed, this time in line with the ball of her foot. The feather began edging towards the right, and again she felt herself move from slight giggling to hearty laughter.

Ever so slowly the feather edged to the right more and more, and unconsciously Risa could sense that it was approaching her sweet center. The tip was now just brushing along the left edges of her sweet center, and in response she had begun fidgeting madly. Her toes splayed then curled, her foot became taut then wrinkled. Again she clenched her eyes shut, and began struggling against her bonds. Then the tip stroked downward on that most ticklish spot of her sole, and she squealed very loudly followed by a series of hysterical laughs. Suddenly the feeling stopped; at least, the movements did. The feather was still touching her sole, ironically, at the very middle of her sweet center. Risa opened her eyes and, despite the beginnings of tears, saw the boy looking up at her in amazement. A smirk soon followed, and then the feather began its movements again, this time with more enthusiasm. Risa squealed at the first touch, then buckled against her bonds, laughing uncontrollably as the feather stroked that favorite spot of her foot for 10 seconds, then 20, and then 30. She soon lost count and had completely lost conscious thought, feeling only that too enjoyable feathers touch on the most sensitive spot of her sole, which now consumed her entire being. The tears from earlier were now beginning to bead at the ends of both her clenched eyes.

Time, by now, had become irrelevant. Helpless little Risa was lost to her sense of touch, each second dragging on longer than the last. But despite this, the minutes flew by quickly; too quickly for Risa to fully enjoy her predicament. In, what seemed to Risa like a flash, 15 minutes had passed, and then the feather had stopped tracing its torturous trail across her foot. Though, that was all she knew, as the rest of her senses were still as of yet unfocused. A full minute had passed before she became aware of her surroundings once more. The first thing she noticed, or rather, had noticed the entire time, was that her foot itched madly - as if it were still being tickled very lightly this instant. It was hard to tell, but Risa thought that through her tear ridden eyes she could see the boy from her class sitting back, twirling something in his hand; no doubt the feather. He sat there with a smirk on his face but remained silent, as if waiting for her to say something. Not that she could, as cruel but welcomed invisible fingers still seemed to stroke her foot. At least 2 minutes since he had stopped, and she was still giggling from the after-tickle. Her face felt extremely flushed, tears had streamed down her cheeks; her once well combed hair now frayed in every direction, shrouding her face and covering her eyes. Not to mention that it felt like she had just run a mile; a light coat of sweat covered her body, and she breathed heavily. But she had enjoyed every second of it, and craved more, much more. She realized with the boy’s chuckle that something about her must have suggested this thought, as he approached again.

Risa found it ironic that she was still giggling from the last bit of tickling, and that despite this, she would still be tickled. But instead of beginning from where he had left off, he instead drew his finger up her right sole. This action caught Risa off guard; she squeaked, laughed lightly, wrinkled her sole, and tried to pull her foot away, to no avail. The boy remained unphased and continued to stroke her soft and as of yet untortured sole slowly. Despite her attempts to pull away, his finger managed to find its way down the center of her sole, circle her heel, then up her arch. A heavenly, light laugh escaped her lips, as she wrinkled and unwrinkled her sole, occasionally curling her toes as he ran his nail just a bit below them. Though she enjoyed having her foot played with in this manner, she wished he would hurry up and begin really tickling her again, as that was more fun. Back down the center of her sensitive sole, around her heel, and this time up the side of her foot. Instead of dipping back down to her heel, he instead moved along the bottom of her toes, stopping at her big toe. A sadistic smile emerged on his lips as he began to stroke her big toe from the base, right up to her toe nail. Even though she unconsciously clenched her toes to her sole, he continued this pattern for a few seconds, and then began to speak. "It's getting late, you know. Have to this up soon. It's a shame I didn't get to have more fun with your feet. Oh well." He then took the feather in his other hand and knelt down by her feet, pointing the tip at her left foots big toe.

"Now, where was I..." was all Risa heard before she felt the tip begin to very slowly stroke her big toe. Again she began to giggle softly and rhythmically as the sensations drove her wild. "Hmm," he said, as the feather outlined her big toe once. Clench them as she would, the feather still reached her middle toe, and still stroked it from the base to the pad several slow times. Again an outline around her entire toe, but then the sensations moved to the ball of her foot. The movement caught her off guard, causing her to kick forward slightly and splay her toes. The feathers movements ceased for a second, as Risa felt a slight pressure pushing downward from her toes to the floor. His hand, she realized, he was using his hand to hold her toes back now. "Gotcha" he spoke, before the feather began its movements down her now very vulnerable arch. Caught off guard by this sudden change, she yelped out in surprise to the feathers touch, and then began to laugh deeply. What he did had its effect; the feathers touch was now amplified enough that she could hardly take it. Risa laughed deeply as the feather stroked her arch in a fast manner, and then began to slowly inch its way to the left as had been done earlier. From her ball to her heel the feather would trace a line, repeat it the opposite way, and then move a fraction of a centimeter to the left. Try as she might, Risa could no longer protect her foot in the least; she was completely vulnerable to whatever the boy had in mind. Slowly, very slowly, to Risa's pleasure, the sensations found their way to the center of her foot again, but below her sweet center. It would have been unbearable to endure if it had, but she longed for it anyway. The tears were beginning to stream down her cheeks again, her sides ached from laughing for so long, and still Risa longed for more.

Another long minute passed, and the strokes were just beginning to touch the edge of her foot. The motions were slowing down, if only slightly, but were noticeable enough to Risa. Her sobs of laughter had settled down to mere giggling again, but quickly returned to short lived desperate cries as the feather made a few, quick, horizontal strikes across her entire sole. The edge of the feather extended and touched every spot, and then went down, then up, causing Risa to scream out. And then, the source of the sensations stopped, though she still giggled from the sensations themselves. The pressure on her toes was released, as Risa quickly took advantage of this to flex her foot in an attempt to alleviate the after tickle. She felt her ankles being untied, but continued to sit motionless, still giggling from the torture she had just received. A few minutes passed before Risa could even find the energy to wipe the tears from her cheeks, which had been long enough for the boy to have his belongings packed again. It had been another full minute, and still Risa could not control her giggles or heavy breathing; she decided she must have been tickled at least an hour, for such an effect to occur.

Apparently the boy grew tired of waiting, and began to leave the room. Halfway to the door he stopped, turned around, and walked toward the spot where Risa's sandals lay. With a fluid motion he scooped them up, and then put them into his bag. Again he began his way across the room, and had reached the door before he stopped and decided to say anything. "Oh, your sandals. I'll give them back to you, provided you let me finish later. It's late now, after all." With that, he left, leaving Risa alone in the empty class room. By now, though, she had regained enough strength to pull her feet out of the chair in front of her, and look outside. The sun was beginning to set, she noticed, and then realized the ordeal had lasted much longer than she had thought. The class she was supposed to tutor would have been let out by now, and she would be lucky to get home before dinner was over. Not to mention she was now left barefoot, which she didn't mind in the least, but her parents might. Especially when she came home with dirty feet; that would not be tolerated. Nothing she could do about it, though. Best to leave now, she realized, before she was in more trouble for being even later than she already was.

Because all the paths between the school and the residential areas were dirt, Risa didn't bother worrying as she walked home. No matter what she did, her beautiful feet would get dirty. That wasn't an issue, though, as she was already several hours late with no explanation to it. The walk home was uneventful and lasted only about 15 minutes. A few of the children playing noticed Risa walking barefoot, but did little other than look for a few seconds before resuming their games.

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