Return to Laughing Lake (Lake/F all over)

So I wrote the original while I was still dating this psychotic bitch, whom I cannot even begin to explain. She really liked the first one and wanted a sequel that targeted more areas than the feet (mostly because, despite always going at her feet, she felt the most sensual times were when I tickled other areas, like her back, which I included in here). The thoughts aren’t the best written in this one, because it’s pretty old (April), so etc., but she did say that they very much reflected how she felt. She was a tease and tied me up one day so she could sit and read a book in the pose, tormenting me by keeping her bare soles just being out of my reach (I did land a toe nibble somehow, though). Regardless, it’s not much different than the original story. Oh. And in keeping with the original, I left out a lot of strong characterization. First was more of an experiment on a character who is not well defined and if that would affect story. I still feel it worked out positively and allows the reader to place into her seat any sort of individual. Rambling.
Part one – if it can be called that – can be found here : Laughing Lake (1)

Return to Laughing Lake (Lake/F all over)

Several days had passed since she discovered her laughing lake, as she called it, not aware of its true name or if it even had one. She had returned daily, seeking the forbidden pleasure that the lake offered. Today she had planned for something entirely different and was extremely nervous about what may or may not occur. As she carefully approached the hallowed waters before her, a moment of hesitation sought to stop her, though was not strong enough to stay her feet that so craved that joyous feeling.

Stopping for a moment to step out of the slippers she so rarely took off these days - so as to protect her delicate feet and keep them in good condition for the lake - she gazed at the noon sun as she welcomed the feel of grass that lightly tickled between her toes as the sun warmed the tops of her now slightly tanned feet that had always been deathly pale. Stopping to take a deep breath in an attempt to contain her urges so that she did not lunge forward towards the water proved nearly futile, but it did help stave off the overflowing desire.

With the dignity that is driven into those of royal heritage at a young age, she strode forward towards the embankment, head held high. At first she sat down as she always did, facing the water so that she could watch, but as she began to lower her feet towards it she had a change of heart, opting instead to sit upon her knees today. For the moment, she only wanted to feel those loving caresses upon her delicate toes, and found it hard to drop only them beneath the surface any way other than sitting upon her knees. As she lowered her delicate feet towards the surface, she gasped in surprise as she felt what must have been the water leap between her right foot’s big and longest toes, tickling her slightly before proceeding to caress the ball of her foot. The touch felt much like what she imagined a lad’s lips upon her soft sole would feel like.

As if reading her thoughts the water did not pull her deeper than she wished. In fact, a vine crept up from behind each foot while she giggled, and gently pulled them in such a matter that they formed a v shape, so that all of her toes were beneath the waters edge, exactly as she desired. Almost immediately, more vines slid from beneath the surface, fastening her feet by the heels tightly against the short cliff. From somewhere unseen, another vine crept by her legs and encircled her torso, holding her arms to her sides tightly, so that she was unable to escape even if she had wanted to. She laughed harder now that she was tightly held in place, attributing her suddenly elevated sensitivity to her loss of control over the situation, though losing sight of her feet contributed greatly as well; the thoughts were there, but her world had a few moments ago become entirely focused upon her toes, leaving her little room to think of anything but the sensations surrounding and invading them.

It seemed today that the water attacked her voraciously, feeling the tickling ten fold more than she ever had before as her toes spasmed against the water in defiance, gasping wonderfully between giggles. Somewhere inside her, she had hoped to afflict a greater desire upon the lake by not offering the entirety of her feet, instead choosing to only sink her toes into the water. As she giggled, she thought to herself, “Here are my feet, lake, I have taken well care of them just for you. But, ah, you may not have them. It is too bad that they are just out of reach for you, isn’t it? Ho, hum, I guess you will have to make do with just my toes today. Oh well.” Perhaps the water was not aware, or was unable to be, but it hardly mattered to her, as she relished in the idea that her beautiful, creamy and silky smooth bare soles were in full view to the world, completely defenseless and prepared to be tickled, and yet just out of reach for the lake. She giggled as if she were insane as the water simultaneously tickled every centimeter of each of her toes, which could not be saved no matter how she attempted to squirm or defend them. Today, it even reached places such as just beneath her nails, creating a fuller awareness of her slender toes that she had never before experienced, and had the vines not held her upright in place, she would have been squirming upon the ground in an attempt to pull away.

For perhaps the better part of an hour she giggled and laughed this way, struggling against her bondage to no avail, until the vines sped away beneath the surface. The sensations all over her toes stopped just as her feet, no longer supported by the vines, slipped away into the water up to the balls of her foot bottoms, which were greeted only by wetness. Disappointed that she was unable to enjoy having her feet tickled any longer than that, she sighed deeply, trying to catch her breath between aftermath giggles while she drew her feet back onto the soil above, bottoms face up so as not to become dirty. After a few moments of sitting this way, she had regained her breath, and decided to allow her feet to wade in the water a second time in one day; it was a completely unprecedented act for both her and the lake. Spinning around and sitting upon her bottom, she dipped her feet into the water, toes first, before submerging them completely up to her ankles, quickly saddened that she wasn’t greeted with tickles.

She supposed it was time to try what she had come for today, with a burning hope that it would work. While sitting with her feet still in the water, deeply hoping that the smallest ripple would stir and caress the light wrinkles upon her feet, she managed to completely remove her dress, taking it off over her head and throwing it on the ground beside her. Next came her under shirt, which met with her dress again soon after. Regretfully, she drew one foot out of the water while pulling it from the cloth that surrounded her left leg, quickly returning it to the lake’s refreshing grasp while she removed her right leg in the same almost painful manner.

Now she sat, almost entirely naked save for her bra and underwear, nervously kicking her feet back and forth beneath the water. With a self affirming nod, she pushed herself off of the embankment, falling into the water up to her neck as her feet met the mud at the bottom. Almost instantly upon touching the bottom, she felt herself pushed against the wall of earth behind her by a sudden wave as vines shot forth, wrapping her ankles together, her calves pulled tight against the lake’s earthen barrier. Before she had time to react, another one wrapped tightly around her torso, connecting her wrists to her stomach so that she could not struggle free as a third vine entwined around the space just beneath her shoulders. The attacks started suddenly on every inch of her body, causing her to scream loudly, much like she had the first time she discovered the waters true nature. Vines crept between each of her toes, pulling them tight against the soft soil beneath her which vibrated wickedly against her soles, as if vengeful for earlier denial. Slowly she felt the mud squirm between her immobile and tortured toes, as well as surrounding the sides of her wonderfully helpless feet, striking at every sensitized nerve ending, allowing her to relish in the tickling of her delicate feet like never before.

Though the attack upon her feet was extremely thorough, it was but one area of flesh that received torment. All along her body earth and water moved in a way that caused her to gasp and scream, allowing her not even a single place to focus upon if she had hoped to escape the feelings. Of course, her entire upper body felt the tickling as an unseen force gently caressed the inside of her navel, but even places she had not considered possible to be tickled were lit with that glorious feeling. All along her back and neck, pressed tightly against the earth behind her, she felt moss and earth lightly swaying against her, which if she were not already screaming at the top of her lungs, would have caused her to gasp with each ticklish stroke as her back seemed very susceptible to the light touches of the moss. Even the entirety of both legs was tickled, though she noticed it mostly around her knees of all places, and her hips. The hips were easily the worst, save her underarms, but the extreme amount attention paid to her feet was beyond ignoring, easily trumping the combined sensations elsewhere. Intense was the only word that she could come up with to describe what her feet felt.

Amidst screams, a thought appeared inside of her, as she wondered how much longer she would be able to withstand such thorough torment. As suddenly as the thought appeared, the tickling all at once stopped, allowing her a chance to breath through giggles. Her breaths were short lived, as awareness of mud slithering slowly, almost sensually, from her right heel, up her arches, then wrapping under her toes and circling back towards her heel caused her to giggle more thoroughly than she had been. The slow, deliberate tickles alternated from foot to foot, tracing small patterns upon each of her immobile soles that tried so hard to twitch away from the bondage confining them; the caresses were light enough that she was allowed rest but still blessed her with tickling during it. After some time, the feelings against her back and neck began again, lighter than before, eliciting gasps of surprise as she twitched uncontrollably to each stroke down her spine. A vine crept up her side during this less torturous break and cut through one strap of her bra, and then the other as the water somehow sucked that small piece of cloth away to places unseen, leaving her breasts bare. Almost immediately water began to slowly swirl about her nipples lightly, tickling her in a way that was almost as pleasurable as the soft caresses at her feet; the two combined stilled her laughter, as she began to draw in air quickly and sharply before exhaling it loudly while her eyes flitted from bliss.

Before long, she had almost completely regained her breath, but found herself unsatisfied. ‘more…please…” she begged, softly. A second or two passed before she screamed out with laughter again, as every centimeter of flesh from her toes to her neck became alive with sensation once more. Only a few minutes of the absolute torment later and she could feel herself drifting away from reality, realizing that she was being tickled far beyond her limits. No longer aware of anything in the world save her ticklish body, unknown time passed, until the touches had once again stopped and she no longer laughed strongly. As the tears left her eyes, freeing her vision once more, she could see that the vines no longer held her in place, and by how her wrists felt, had been gone for some time. Sadly, knowing the day was done, she pulled herself up from the water, sitting for several long minutes with her feet dangling within the water, hoping for even a tiny amount of tickling.

After a few more minutes of sitting, softly kicking her feet back and forth, she came to realize how much she craved the sensations, hypothesizing that she may even have become addicted. Knowing that at some point she must leave, she decided to withdraw her feet from the water. As she drew them away, something splashed into the lake, causing water to leap up against three of her right foots toes as well as the ball; a second splash, and droplets sprinkled the heel and arch of her left foot; several gentle good bye kisses, she thought.

Quickly she thrust her feet back into the water, almost yelling as she did so, “Tickle them! Please! They’re yours! Tickle them as much as you want!” She needed to laugh; needed to be tickled. The sensations greeted her soon after, causing her to gasp, giggle, and wiggle her toes. She would camp here tonight, she decided. Yes, she would have a cottage built here; she would live here, by this lake, no longer able to imagine a day or even an hour without being tickled by it