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Synithia sat in her office chair - one of those new types that was suppose to support the back and butt just right so you never felt any pain. Kicking off her shoes, Syn propped her feet up on the desk. Cheryl smiled to herself as she carefully locked the door behind her. Syn's secretary just left for the day. They were alone. The Creole took a good look at Syn's feet. They were mouth-watering. Long, not too narrow, but not too wide, with long toes. There didn't seem to be any imperfections. The nylons Syn wore were a light pink with a reinforced toe and heel.
"So what did you want to talk to me about, Cher?" Syn smiled, motioning to Cheryl to have a seat, though the artist didn't sit. Licking her lips to moisten them just a bit, Cheryl spoke. "Syn, I want a show - for my private collection?"
"No. I'm not showing that disgusting crap to anyone. Period." Syn's smile was gone. She regarded Cheryl coldly.
"This," Cheryl snapped, "from the woman who starred in these?" Cheryl tipped over her large purse, dumping the contents on the desk next to Syn's feet - all except what was in the "secret pouch." It was a pile of videos. Syn's face on each one. All porn. All lesbian. "How can you bash my fetish when you did it with 3 girls and a snake? Where do you get off telling me I'm sick when you did these?"
Syn sighed, never thinking to move her feet except to kick the videos to the floor. "I was young, broke, and stupid. I needed money quick, but I didn't feel like giving blowjobs in alleys. Especially since I can't stand men. So I got together with a friend and the next thing I knew -" Shrugging, she sighed. "But it's over. Done. I got help. And you need it too, girlfriend." During this Cheryl's hand had slipped into her bag again, opening the pouch. "I think not." Suddenly there was a SNAP and CLICK as Cheryl locked the fur-lined cuffs around Syn's thin ankles. Then she bounded over the desk and straddled Syn. She bound her wrists together with some cotton rope, then gagged her, Syn protesting the entire time. A rope around the waist and Syn was trapped. Cheryl tied a rope around the center of the cuffs and tied that to the leg of the desk. Then she took another part and tied it to the rope around Syn's wrists and tied it to the heavy curtain-rod that was bolted in the wall behind Syn. The chair reclined so Syn was utterly comfy. Well, kind of. Except for the ropes and the gag.
Now Cheryl pulled out the black feather Hades had left her. Waving it threateningly at Syn's feet. "Here's the deal, Syn, I'm going to show you how fun tickling really is. Then you'll either arrange a show for my collection, or I will make sure you never go un-tickled again." Carefully, Cheryl pulled up on the toes of the left stocking, then snipped the toe off. She ripped it off the rest of the way, so now Cheryl had one bare foot and one nylon-covered one to play with.
Syn was sweating. No! NO! Not this! Not again! Cheryl hadn't found the last one - the last video she had ever made. The Ticklish Detective. She had played a detective trying to find a ring of female car-thieves. They caught her and tied her down, naked. Then they had started to tickle her. Syn was terribly ticklish. She thought she would go insane. Even when she begged for them to stop filming they didn't. They just kept filming as she was tickled into one orgasm after another. Until finally she passed out. She vowed to never be tickled again.
A soft whimper escaped the porn-star-turned-agent as the feather was brought to her bare toes. Very, very lightly, Cheryl began to sweep random spots of her foot. Sometimes the top of the toes, or between, or the arch - Syn right away began to buck and scream with laughter behind her gag.
Cheryl knew the best way to do this was to vary, be random. Switch feet, switch spots. Sometimes tickle with fingers, sometimes with the feather that glowed with a power of it's own. The more Syn laughed, the worst the tickling got. The feather began to glow with a strange blue- black light and Cheryl let it go - As she sucked, licked, nibbled, and tickled Syn's bare foot, the feather tickled it's way up to Syn's armpits. Syn's clothing was clinging to her from sweat. Her nipples were rock hard and the crotch of her panties soaking wet. The woman felt both arousal and anger. Cheryl was her friend! Syn wanted her, she would admit to that - but on her own terms! Her own seduction! Not this way....
"Wonderful, Cheryl dear," Hades said as he appeared in the room in a flash of blue light. "But I think we can do better." The god of the underworld motioned to the Will-O-Wisps who surrounded Syn. The agent got a brief reprieve as the strange little beings removed her clothing with snips of their teeny, tiny scissors.
Now Syn was completely naked. Cheryl smiled, removing her own soaking panties and fingering herself as she walked over, kissing Syn's forehead and giving her ear a quick nibble, whispering in her ear, "You are so hot, Syn. And wet." The artist began to rub Syn's clit, delighting in her friend's gagged moans. She had to stop herself before they both came - Not yet, not just yet.... Hades now summoned the feather to him. "I may just be a painting, Synithia, but I have feelings. So do the rest of us. We want to be loved. We want women to buy us and hang us in their homes. And you're the one stopping this." The Greek God turned and flung the feather away, it hung in the air before a burst of black light came from it. Cheryl smiled and Syn whimpered in fear at what they saw. A giant snake - made entirely of feathers! The agent knew now she must have lost her mind. This was all some bad dream.... Hades laughed darkly as the feather snake began its tickle torture of Syn's feet. While the Will- O-Wisps took care of everywhere else. Not one inch of skin left un-tickled. The agent was bucking, squealing with laughter. Her face was red and tears poured from her eyes. He nodded to Cheryl and the Creole managed to get under Syn's legs, then parted them just enough for her head to squeeze in. Hades laughed again as he heard the laughter mingled with moans
as Cheryl's tongue found Syn's jewel of womanhood. Playing with herself all the while.
Syn was brought into a screaming, laughing orgasm. Then another and another. Spots danced before her eyes. The last thing she saw was Hades standing over her as blackness hit....
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Hours later Syn laid on the couch of Cheryl's apartment. The artist was sucking on her toes. A dream. The snake and all that. It had to be a dream. Though how Cheryl had cut her clothing into such small pieces.... "I'll do it," Syn smiled at her lover. Relaxing in the after-glow of passionate, laughing love- making. "Next weekend, a special show, for women only." Syn giggled as Cheryl nibbled her arch. "All for sale but Hades there."
"Oh?" Cheryl said around Syn's big toe. "What will we do with Hades and his bride?"
"Why, give him to that neighbor downstairs." Syn grinned wickedly. "Maybe it'll put a smile on her face."
Laughing, Cheryl crawled on top of Syn and kissed her deeply as her fingers found Syn's ticklish ribs. And across the room, Hades and Persephone looked to each other with a wicked grin....
~~~~ The End ~~~~
"So what did you want to talk to me about, Cher?" Syn smiled, motioning to Cheryl to have a seat, though the artist didn't sit. Licking her lips to moisten them just a bit, Cheryl spoke. "Syn, I want a show - for my private collection?"
"No. I'm not showing that disgusting crap to anyone. Period." Syn's smile was gone. She regarded Cheryl coldly.
"This," Cheryl snapped, "from the woman who starred in these?" Cheryl tipped over her large purse, dumping the contents on the desk next to Syn's feet - all except what was in the "secret pouch." It was a pile of videos. Syn's face on each one. All porn. All lesbian. "How can you bash my fetish when you did it with 3 girls and a snake? Where do you get off telling me I'm sick when you did these?"
Syn sighed, never thinking to move her feet except to kick the videos to the floor. "I was young, broke, and stupid. I needed money quick, but I didn't feel like giving blowjobs in alleys. Especially since I can't stand men. So I got together with a friend and the next thing I knew -" Shrugging, she sighed. "But it's over. Done. I got help. And you need it too, girlfriend." During this Cheryl's hand had slipped into her bag again, opening the pouch. "I think not." Suddenly there was a SNAP and CLICK as Cheryl locked the fur-lined cuffs around Syn's thin ankles. Then she bounded over the desk and straddled Syn. She bound her wrists together with some cotton rope, then gagged her, Syn protesting the entire time. A rope around the waist and Syn was trapped. Cheryl tied a rope around the center of the cuffs and tied that to the leg of the desk. Then she took another part and tied it to the rope around Syn's wrists and tied it to the heavy curtain-rod that was bolted in the wall behind Syn. The chair reclined so Syn was utterly comfy. Well, kind of. Except for the ropes and the gag.
Now Cheryl pulled out the black feather Hades had left her. Waving it threateningly at Syn's feet. "Here's the deal, Syn, I'm going to show you how fun tickling really is. Then you'll either arrange a show for my collection, or I will make sure you never go un-tickled again." Carefully, Cheryl pulled up on the toes of the left stocking, then snipped the toe off. She ripped it off the rest of the way, so now Cheryl had one bare foot and one nylon-covered one to play with.
Syn was sweating. No! NO! Not this! Not again! Cheryl hadn't found the last one - the last video she had ever made. The Ticklish Detective. She had played a detective trying to find a ring of female car-thieves. They caught her and tied her down, naked. Then they had started to tickle her. Syn was terribly ticklish. She thought she would go insane. Even when she begged for them to stop filming they didn't. They just kept filming as she was tickled into one orgasm after another. Until finally she passed out. She vowed to never be tickled again.
A soft whimper escaped the porn-star-turned-agent as the feather was brought to her bare toes. Very, very lightly, Cheryl began to sweep random spots of her foot. Sometimes the top of the toes, or between, or the arch - Syn right away began to buck and scream with laughter behind her gag.
Cheryl knew the best way to do this was to vary, be random. Switch feet, switch spots. Sometimes tickle with fingers, sometimes with the feather that glowed with a power of it's own. The more Syn laughed, the worst the tickling got. The feather began to glow with a strange blue- black light and Cheryl let it go - As she sucked, licked, nibbled, and tickled Syn's bare foot, the feather tickled it's way up to Syn's armpits. Syn's clothing was clinging to her from sweat. Her nipples were rock hard and the crotch of her panties soaking wet. The woman felt both arousal and anger. Cheryl was her friend! Syn wanted her, she would admit to that - but on her own terms! Her own seduction! Not this way....
"Wonderful, Cheryl dear," Hades said as he appeared in the room in a flash of blue light. "But I think we can do better." The god of the underworld motioned to the Will-O-Wisps who surrounded Syn. The agent got a brief reprieve as the strange little beings removed her clothing with snips of their teeny, tiny scissors.
Now Syn was completely naked. Cheryl smiled, removing her own soaking panties and fingering herself as she walked over, kissing Syn's forehead and giving her ear a quick nibble, whispering in her ear, "You are so hot, Syn. And wet." The artist began to rub Syn's clit, delighting in her friend's gagged moans. She had to stop herself before they both came - Not yet, not just yet.... Hades now summoned the feather to him. "I may just be a painting, Synithia, but I have feelings. So do the rest of us. We want to be loved. We want women to buy us and hang us in their homes. And you're the one stopping this." The Greek God turned and flung the feather away, it hung in the air before a burst of black light came from it. Cheryl smiled and Syn whimpered in fear at what they saw. A giant snake - made entirely of feathers! The agent knew now she must have lost her mind. This was all some bad dream.... Hades laughed darkly as the feather snake began its tickle torture of Syn's feet. While the Will- O-Wisps took care of everywhere else. Not one inch of skin left un-tickled. The agent was bucking, squealing with laughter. Her face was red and tears poured from her eyes. He nodded to Cheryl and the Creole managed to get under Syn's legs, then parted them just enough for her head to squeeze in. Hades laughed again as he heard the laughter mingled with moans
as Cheryl's tongue found Syn's jewel of womanhood. Playing with herself all the while.
Syn was brought into a screaming, laughing orgasm. Then another and another. Spots danced before her eyes. The last thing she saw was Hades standing over her as blackness hit....
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Hours later Syn laid on the couch of Cheryl's apartment. The artist was sucking on her toes. A dream. The snake and all that. It had to be a dream. Though how Cheryl had cut her clothing into such small pieces.... "I'll do it," Syn smiled at her lover. Relaxing in the after-glow of passionate, laughing love- making. "Next weekend, a special show, for women only." Syn giggled as Cheryl nibbled her arch. "All for sale but Hades there."
"Oh?" Cheryl said around Syn's big toe. "What will we do with Hades and his bride?"
"Why, give him to that neighbor downstairs." Syn grinned wickedly. "Maybe it'll put a smile on her face."
Laughing, Cheryl crawled on top of Syn and kissed her deeply as her fingers found Syn's ticklish ribs. And across the room, Hades and Persephone looked to each other with a wicked grin....
~~~~ The End ~~~~
