Sunday Morning Tickles (AS 14)

N.B skipped part 13 due to 12B. Yet again my pre-amble has become a separate story to the one I intended to write, which I am about half way with....


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Andrea’s giggled delighted Nicole. She stuck to gentle finger tickles as the sleeping socked beauty squirmed. Helen was also awake but under orders to stay quiet unless she wanted to be tickled instead. Nicole marvelled at Andrea’s subconscious movements; she would gently tickle one foot until her unconscious victim would move it away, then tickle the other. Sometimes Andrea would use one foot to wipe the gentle sensations away. Nicole longed to tickle her prize longer and more ferociously, what she wouldn’t give to have this woman locked in a pair of stocks and at her mercy for an hour or six!

“Having fun are we?” Ingrid teased quietly, returning with a tray bearing a pot of coffee and four cups.

Nicole was startled, and smiled shyly. She wasn’t sure if she had been caught or if she could continue her fun.

Ingrid placed the tray on her dressing table and opened one of the drawers. She produced a small box from the back of the drawer and turned to face the bed. Nicole gasped as Ingrid opened the box to reveal a red ball-gag with black straps. She was still raptured by surprise and anticipation as Ingrid walked past her to lift Helen’s blindfold.

“Now if you quietly agree to this your morning will be far less torturous!” Ingrid subtly intoned, dangling the ball-gag above Helen’s terrified eyes.

Helen nodded nervously, normally she would have objected but the previous day’s torture had subdued her.

“Open wide!” Ingrid quietly teased not wanting to wake Andrea.

Helen obediently opened her mouth and submissively allowed Ingrid to tighten the straps, giggling slightly as her captor purposefully tickled her neck, her giggles were muffled as the gentle giantess replaced the blindfold.

“Now this game is very simple, don’t wake up your new master and we will be nice! If before your ten minutes are up she awakes from her slumber you will be punished accordingly” Ingrid whispered, enjoying Helen’s helpless squirms.

“Can I keep tickling sleeping beauty?” Nicole whispered.

“Perhaps later!” Ingrid replied producing two soft feathers from the box.

Nicole shifted across to Helen’s feet and began gently teasing them with the pads of her fingertips, keeping her cruel French-tipped nails in reserve. Ingrid had started teasing Helen’s neck with the feathers but soon became bored and began to use her fingers to tease her underarms. Nicole took this as a sign to deploy her nails. Helen’s resistance vanished and she frantically began thrashing against her bonds unable to stand the tickle torture. Escape was impossible but her efforts reduced the effectiveness of Nicole’s nails.

Andrea’s dreams had shifted from her socked feet being tickled by a variety of former crushes to Helen’s muffled protests as she squirmed in Lilly’s torture box. Andrea lucidly remembered the feel of her co-workers soft arches under her fingertips from her revenge the previous day, she vividly heard and saw the buzzing feathers between Helen’s toes. Andrea was knocked off balance and the scene began to fade, as she stirred her heart sank, yet another tickle dream interrupted just as it was getting good. The muffled laughter hadn’t stopped though….

“Looks like you will suffer some more!” Ingrid teased as she held Helen’s feet still by the toes for Nicole.

Helen began to plead into her ball-gag as Nicole continued skittering her nails over the taut skin of her helpless arches. The petite blonde delighted in the master piece of tickle torture she created on the perfect pink canvas of soft sensitive skin. She had almost completely forgotten about her true prize, and focused on her cruel task. Her revelry was interrupted as Andrea sleepily stretched out forwards, unwittingly grasping her socked toes as she did every morning to prepare herself for the day. Nicole couldn’t help herself and skittered one hand over the irresistible socked feet whilst dancing the other over Helen’s captive arches.

“Hey!” Andrea protested, the unexpected sensations accompanying the smell of fresh coffee in preparing her for the day.


Without missing a beat Nicole returned to Helen’s trapped soles with both hands. Ingrid marvelled at her accomplice’s work, such quick and evil finger movement in such a precise and random pattern. Helen was already hysterical and begging incoherently into her ball-gag.

Andrea stood up and poured the first mug of coffee, smiling her thanks to Ingrid.

Before she could speak to thank her host or offer her a cup of coffee the ginger amazon spoke.

“So…. as your slave woke you despite our express orders not to do she needs to be reprimanded. How do you want her to be punished?” Ingrid asked, regaining her grasp of Helen’s toes.

Andrea sipped her coffee and considered Helen’s punishment. Nicole continued her victory dance over Helen’s conquered but still suffering soles. Andrea considered the amount Helen could move and remembered wrapping and racking her the previous day, she wanted her to be stretched again but she doubted Ingrid had such equipment at home.

As if reading her mind Ingrid spoke;

“She can wriggle quite a lot like this, I have something in my cupboard that will stop that, do you mind taking over here?” Ingrid nodded down to Helen’s soles.

Andrea put down her coffee and sat on the bed, trying to keep Helen’s frantic soles still. She was not as strong as Ingrid and Helen managed to break free a few times whilst Ingrid searched her cupboard. Andrea was curious what Ingrid had in mind and peered over to try and catch a glimpse of the exciting equipment promised, she absent-mindedly sat on one leg with her right foot under her thigh. It was not long until Nicole’s nails stealthily found the sensitive socked arch. Andrea squealed and let go of Helen’s feet surprised by the second ticklish assault.

“Now! Now! Girls! It is Helen who is getting tickled!” Ingrid chided returning with a pull up bar and a device Nicole did not recognise.

Andrea’s grinned broadly at the device, remembering it from a game’s night when she was shown the selection of devices the devious minds of Simon and Lilly had created.

“How does that work?” Nicole asked, curious enough to look up whilst grabbing Helen’s right big toe to keep the torture going at half speed.

“Well we will show you, it will work best in the hall”. Ingrid replied.

Nicole followed Ingrid into the hallway where the large board was placed on the floor. Ingrid fixed a curious device to it that mostly consisted of a low box that could be raised or lowered. Nicole couldn’t comprehend the purpose of the complicated device; she guessed that toe ties were a part of it, but could not understand the red buttons or the slots and clips in between and to the side of the line between each button and toe tie. Each button, and its stand, could be raised and lowered by the turning of a screw much like the entire device. Ingrid mentally calculated Helen’s height and attached the pull up bar between the two walls of the narrow hallway.

“Give me a hand with our victim will you?” Ingrid asked, lost in her work.

Both girls followed her back to the bedroom and assisted in releasing Helen’s bonds as Ingrid seized her. The exhausted Helen did not struggle as she was carried into the hall wearing only her bra and the panties given to her the previous day.

“Remove her blindfold” Ingrid ordered Nicole, making eye contact this time.

The little blonde obeyed, this was all part of it; the mind games and roleplaying that made the victim more anxious. Nicole did not understand what was about to happened to Helen but hungrily anticipated the prospect of delivering more tickle torture. Helen meanwhile was wide-eyed in terror.

“Do you see the metal bar?” Ingrid asked.

Helen simply nodded.

“Hold it with both hands” Ingrid ordered, enjoying the guard routine and the way her two accomplices played along.

Helen obeyed, hoping her captors would repay her obedience with mercy and dreading her impending punishment.

“Secure her hands with the tape” Ingrid ordered, still holding Helen in place.

Andrea removed a roll of thick black bondage tape from the bag Helen had brought with the device, Nicole followed suit and the two girls began taping her hands to the pull up bar, wrapping the strong tape around Helen’s trembling hands and wrists until she was secure and unable to let go of the bar. Ingrid began to lower her mousy blonde captive slowly, enjoying her helpless squirms. Helen panicked as he toes barely touches the floor.

“Secure her toes!” Ingrid ordered, glancing down at the device in the centre of the board.

Both girls began to guide Helen’s panicking feet into the toe-ties of the device. Andrea was the first to succeed, having the benefit of a previous demonstration of the device. Nicole struggled to follow suit, the device had to be raised slightly for both of Helen’s toes to be secured. The result was perfect. Again Helen was stretched out tightly; this time supporting her weight on the balls of her feet and toes the pull-up bar taking some of the strain. The board to which the toe-ties were attached would not budge as a result of her three torturer’s weighing it down. Helen could raise and lower herself no more than half an inch and barely move from side to side. Ingrid admired her work and returned Helen’s blindfold.

“Good! Good! A few final adjustments and her punishment can begin!” Ingrid remarked, her inspection adding to the expert build-up of psychological torture that enhanced the sensitivity of any victim.

Ingrid secured Helen’s left little toe with a smaller elasticated restraint and nodded to Nicole do the same to the right counterpart. The result stretched out Helen’s toes across several small holes. Ingrid soon began to secure an array of devices into these holes, Andrea and Nicole marvelled recognising the cruel buzzing toe tickling devices including vibrating feathers and modified electric toothbrushes and flossers. Helen giggled as the machine of her impending torture was finalised, she felt feathers and other devices being moved to the sensitive spots in between her toes.

“You two make yourself useful and turn the screws to raise the buttons, stop just before they reach her heels!” Ingrid ordered.

Nicole gasped as the full function of the cruel device dawned on her. She had enjoyed seeing Helen stretched out and helpless, but if she was correct then this device would cruelly force the victim to resist the limited movement left available. Helen squirmed as Ingrid began tickling the backs of her knees.

“Now stand up straight on your tippy toes!” Ingrid cheerfully ordered like an old fashioned ballet instructor.

Helen giggled and tried to obey but couldn’t respond due to the ticklish sensations exploring her helpless knees, her heels brushed the buttons several times but she did not recognise the sensations to distracted by the gentle ticklish sensations that had spread from her knees to include her underarms and the tops of her feet as all three girls began exploring her sensitive body.

“You will obey! Or else after this you will suffer further tickle torture and worse!” Ingrid threatened softly pausing her tickles to let her victim obey and gestured for her minions to slow down to match her.

Helen raised herself to the maximum height possible, Ingrid admired her calf muscles that clearly showed she was at full extension. The amazon grinned and made a twisting hand gesture to her companions. Nicole and Andrea quickly realised what had to be done and raised the buttons to just below Helen’s trembling heels.

“Now if you want to get off with an easy punishment simply stay like that for six minutes. Underneath each of your heels is a button that will activate the devices between your toes. If you press them we will also add a minute to your punishment”.

Helen protested into her ball gag at this cruel trick and began to squirm as Ingrid began teasing her outstretched underarms with two feathers from behind. The desire for her to pull her arms down quickly vanished as Nicole’s nails found her arches. Helen barely caught herself in time to resist. Andrea stooped over to reach around Helen’s knees to the spot Ingrid had found so effective a moment before. Helen screamed into her ball-gag and struggled, desperately trying to escape whilst barely maintaining the strain position that was already difficult to maintain. Helen was proud of her body and frequently worked out, including calf raises. The muscle fatigue had yet to dull the evil tickling sensations but she knew she could not last three minutes of this let alone six.

Ingrid continued the soft feather torment of Helen’s underarms admiring her minion’s efforts below. Andrea straightened up from tickling Helen’s knees and began to explore her tummy instead. Ingrid lifted her feathers to Helen’s neck offering the prize of her sensitive underarms to the still sleepy sandy blonde who attacked them with glee despite her yawns. Below Nicole was totally entranced by Helen’s helpless arches, her cruel nails found their way underneath to the gap between the floor and the soft helpless flesh that bobbed up and down. Of all the tortures Helen suffered this was the most unbearable, in her already delirious state she felt as if she had a pair of high heels designed to tickle her feet. Eventually she could resist no more and tried to flatten her arches against the imaginary shoes earning only more torture in exchange. The brushes and feathers whirred into life and Helen squealed into her ball-gag.

“Ha-ha! First failure! I shall pause the clock for a minute which is how long the devices will run!” Ingrid cried triumphantly.

The minute seemed to last an eternity to Helen, especially since she kept her heels on the buttons for thirty seconds before Ingrid told her that this would keep the device running indefinitely. Despite her valiant efforts Helen could not keep her heels off the buttons; the manual torture of Helen had continued throughout the ‘pause’. Helen had no idea how long she had endured this torture, she tried to focus on raising herself higher but could not stay still.

Nicole was completely focused on her task, she did not even notice Andrea admire her feet which were bare and exposed. Andrea knew they would be particularly vulnerable as Nicole sat on her heels with her arches stretched out, the toes flat to the floor. It was time for pay back! Andrea stealthily positioned herself although Nicole was lost in another world as her nails danced over Helen’s soles. Nicole giggled as Andrea traced one finger up and down each soles, the cruel dance of her fingers slowed on Helen’s arches as she squirmed to escape her predicament. Before she could free herself Andrea dug in! Cruelly dancing her own nails over Nicole’s exposed soles, eventually the petite blonde collapsed sideways in hysterics, Andrea rewarded her by tickled her sides and tummy trapping her against the wall.

“Girls! Girls! There will be time for that later lets focus on the task in hand!” Ingrid commanded.

The brief tickle fight had given Helen scope to raise herself for long enough to end the ‘pause’, Ingrid had continued tickling her throughout but the lack of foot tickles gave Helen enough focus to regain control.

Nicole and Andrea reached an uneasy truce and each took charge of one of Helen’s feet, using the other hand to explore the backs of Helen’s knees. The result was devastating and Helen could not help but press the buttons again whilst hysterically thrashing, eventually Ingrid commanded that the buttons be raised again and now Helen was truly trapped. She could not raise herself high enough to move off the buttons. The growing muscle fatigue eased but the tickle torture only got worse and worse, it seemed to last forever, despite the girls drinking their coffee Helen’s suffering did not ease up until Andrea decided her slave had had enough.

Helen collapsed when she was let down and could not resist being handcuffed to Ingrid. She was guided back to the bedroom and dressed in one of Lilly’s special torture gowns. Despite the itchy, tickly fabric Helen succumbed to her exhaustion and curled up in Ingrid’s bed with her right arm handcuffed to the bed-post. Ingrid’s other guests were also offered clothes from Ingrid’s share of the dressing up box. Each member of the tickle-group had been collecting for the forthcoming event and Ingrid had amassed a sizeable contribution. This was enhanced by months of collecting prior to the event’s planning, an extension of the scouring of charity shops and car boot sales for costumes and items suited for tickle torture and the construction of the cruel devices Lilly and Simon created.

Nicole looked fetching dressed as a cow-girl whilst Andrea wore a plain light green medieval style dress that fitted her perfectly; she remembered being proposed as Emily’s servant and smiled to herself in the mirror, imagining being ‘interrogated’ alongside her mistress. At breakfast Ingrid informed her guests that they would be helping organise the event from Simon and Betty’s where Lilly was too….

“There is time for a few more games first though!” Ingrid beamed at her guests.

Helen was still asleep so the girls saved her some breakfast and headed to the living room where in the centre of the room a comfortable sofa faced the TV with a long coffee table running its length about a foot away. Ingrid kept the curtains closed and encouraged her guests to sit…

“For this game you will both need to take off your shoes and put your feet up on the coffee table.” Ingrid excitedly instructed.

Her seated guests obeyed cautiously.

“So what are the rules to this game?” Nicole asked, removing the cow-girl boots from her freshly socked feet.

“Well correct me if I’m wrong but you two seem to enjoy tickling one another, so I thought it might be nice to give you both the chance to win a nice session tormenting the other without mercy…” Ingrid replied, whilst adjusting the bonds she had discretely brought from the dressing up box.

Both girls paused in removing their shoes, a mixture of excitement and concern filled their minds as they each imagined having the other locked in a pair of stocks hysterically begging for mercy, then the being at the other’s mercy.

“And how do we decide who wins?” Andrea asked whilst clumsily removing the second soft leather slipper from her double socked foot.

“Well I will get to that, if you would be so kind as to reach behind you to let me tie you up”. Ingrid politely ordered; ecstatic to see her fantasy of tickling beautiful women in her living room coming true.

Her guests cautiously obeyed; curious as to the precise rules of the game and concerned that this was merely a ploy to get them at the Amazon’s mercy.

“… So essentially you must resist for six minutes; if you don’t then the other gets to tickle you for the remaining minutes and however long they lasted. If you both last the whole six then you get to tickle me for twelve” Ingrid excitedly chittered as she secured each woman’s arms over the back of the sofa.

Making her way around to the front of the coffee table the delighted amazon continued…..

“Now if you would be so kind as to both put your feet up on the coffee table and cross your ankles” she said with a broad smile.

Again her socked contestants obeyed and each grimaced an apprehensive smile as their tormentor to be slowly removed their socks, taking delight in both their expressions and running her fingers and the ruffled fabric over each sensitive arch in turn. At Andrea’s soles Ingrid had the extra joy of removing each layer to expose the soft hypersensitive arches and wiggling toes brought to an unbearable ticklishness by the continual application of lotion. The sandy blonde had recently relaxed her adherence to her Mistresses’ regime to raise her already sensitive feet to new and adventurous heights; something about the change in Lilly the day before had been sufficient for her to sleep in only one pair and only put on a second when getting dressed before breakfast. She had been considering such disobedience for a while before but the thought of her mistress punishing her had somehow scared her into submission. Andrea didn’t even realise that Lilly’s new downtrodden demeanour was the cause of her small act of rebellion .As the amazon peeled the last sock from the toes of Andrea’s right foot it was apparent her victim’s sensitivity had not yet diminished from the shortage of one layer from Lilly’s prescribed quota.

“So, keep your ankles crossed and legs in front of you and you might just earn six to twelve minutes of fun tormenting the soles of a beautiful temptress!” Ingrid chirped as she wiggled her fingers towards the four sensitive feet that flexed and curled in anticipation.

Ingrid began gently using the pads of her fingertips that were roughened by gardening; not to callouses, but such that the ridges were that much more pronounced and textured to make the tickling worse. She kept one hand tickling the foot of each contestant but varied between the upper and lower randomly, enjoying the concentration and effort each of her victims spent on keeping their feet still.

“No splay your toes my darlings!” Ingrid chimed in a sing-song voice.


Again her victims obeyed; each hoping to win a chance at exacting revenge on the other for previous tickles, or in Nicole’s case for being so tall and pretty and having the blonde hair she craved desperately. Ingrid ran a feather between each of their obediently splayed toes, moving from the wide gap of the big toe of each girl’s upper foot to that of the little toe and then back again. Whenever her victim’s quivered and closed their toes to cease the soft but unbearable torture Ingrid would blow softly across the toes of each foot of the perpetrator and whisper….

“Keep your toes splayed and your feet still or else I will tickle you even worse!”

Ingrid resumed finger tickling her victim’s arches. Neither girl spoke as they suffered, remaining silent as an extension of staying still. They giggled and squirmed, sometimes closing their eyes or gently biting their lips to force themselves to keep their feet in the torture zone. Ingrid knew Andrea would break soon; her sensitive arches felt as soft as baker’s dough and the amazon longed to be allowed to use a hand on each of the sandy blonde’s soft soles. Ingrid glanced down at her stop watch and made up her mind….

How time had flown!

She quickly used both hands to frantically tickle the sandy blonde who could abide no more torture and pulled both legs back to her chest which rose with deep breaths. Ingrid used the same trick on Nicole who saw it coming and suffered stoically; her soft giggled giving way to a more desperate laughter interspersed with soft squeals.

“No fair!” Andrea protested, catching her breath.

“Hey! I tickled Nicole with two hands too!” Ingrid replied, ceasing to pause the stop watch.

“So I get to tickle her now?” Nicole hopefully asked, eager to get her chance at a longer torture session with her favourite victim from the beach.

“Well not yet, but soon! You have her for three minutes plus however long you can resist me, also I get to have my fun with her for three minutes first too” Ingrid explained.

“You didn’t say that at the start!” Nicole protested, to the backdrop of Andrea’s softly murmured protest at learning she would be tickled even more than previously indicated.

“Well who is the one tied up sweetie?” Ingrid asked resuming her caress of Nicole’s soles with one hand as she restarted the stopwatch.

The tickling was more brutal than before; Nicole desperately tried to keep her feet still and her efforts were commendable. Ingrid scribbled and scratched her soft arches and ordered her to splay her toes again. Confused Nicole obeyed, she cringed and curled her toes as the amazon blew warm moist air over the delicate soft skin between her toes and the balls of her small feet….

“Splay them!” Ingrid ordered.

As her victim obeyed she leant in closer in flicked her tongue over the delectable band of soft skin….

“Oooh! Ooooh!” Nicole suddenly exclaimed, totally surprised by both the technique and the result it had on her.

Andrea squirmed uncomfortably hating to watch foot licking. Meanwhile Nicole shivered and curled her toes only to flex them again as they received a more thorough licking. She had never felt anything like this before, the new sensations shot up her legs along with the ticklish sensations from her arches. The licking stopped and Ingrid chuckled flicking her nails upwards with her palms down, this made effective use of her sort nails and for Nicole it was too much. Her legs shot back and she breathed deeply surprised by the unexpected reaction to the licking, she had seen videos of women licking one another’s feet but only ever liked the tickling aspect. She had never seen what they got out of it, and was totally surprised how good Ingrid’s warm wet tongue felt exploring her toes.

“So that is eight minutes of tickling Andrea you have earnt after I get my three! And I get you for another minute without mercy” Ingrid triumphantly exclaimed.

Nicole squirmed, only a minute but the exact way the amazon said; ‘without mercy’ made her toes curl again, this time in apprehension not excitement. Andrea meanwhile cowered and kept her feet on the edge of the sofa, her knees tucked up in front of her. Ingrid tapped the coffee table…..

“Legs out in front of you, time to take your punishment!” Ingrid ordered.

“Please don’t lick me!” Andrea pleaded, horrified by the prospect of Ingrid licking her toes and feet.

“Oh I’m not allowed to use my tongue am I?! Well that will cost you double Miss!” Ingrid chirped.

“Please no tongue!” Andrea begged, accepting Ingrid’s demands.

Ingrid chuckled and tapped the coffee table, Andrea submissively obeyed, returning her soles to their former crossed position. Ingrid produced more straps from under the coffee table and wrapped a short belt around Andrea’s ankles, she pulled on Andrea’s ankles making her side forwards in her seat. As Andrea’s ankles reached the edge of the table her arms were stretched out exposing her soft underarms. Nicole was already in this vulnerable position being shorter than the sandy blonde. Ingrid swiftly secured her victim’s trapped ankles to the restraints she skilfully attached to the coffee table, for too long she had longed to have ‘game’s nights’ held at her flat. She looked up at her other victim;

“Now I’m going to tie your ankles too sweetie; if you want I can free your wrists? But I want an extra minute in exchange for each hand I free to tickle!” Ingrid chirped.

“Nooo!” Andrea begged, she was ignored as Nicole considered this offer….

“Okay one wrist! my right so I can tickle her better!” Nicole replied with a grin, replacing her ankles onto the coffee table and wiggled her toes.

Ingrid admired her victim’s spirit and secured her ankles, she could not stretch the petite blonde out to the same extent as Andrea but she was helpless enough. Her right wrist was freed and before Ingrid could return to Andrea’s helpless soles Nicole began exploring her sides with merciless pokes and squeezes….

“Easy! We haven’t officially started yet, and try these on her underarms!” Ingrid chided, throwing the feathers at Nicole.

Nicole clumsily tried to catch the fluttering feathers, she failed but recovered both plumes and held both in her one free hand. The stop-watch was started and Andrea’s torture began. Ingrid gleefully resumed her frantic torture of Andrea’s now trapped soles, loving the way her victim’s toes flexed and curls and longing to use her tongue to drive the sandy blonde to insanity. She almost regretted the deal she had made, Ingrid was a gentle giant but her inner sadist could not wait to deliver the cruel mixture of tickle torture and revulsion she had recently that learnt lickle torture had on her helpless victim. However three minutes never seemed to last long as the one in control; when on the other end of the feather it could last an eternity, but when delivering tickle torture it was never long enough! What Ingrid really wanted was to have six minutes using her tongue, maybe longer! But there were certain rules that were never broken! And Lilly’s recent transgression and forthcoming punishment was a constant reminder to the gentle but cruel giant!

Ingrid satisfied herself by blowing on Andrea’s flexing and curling toes and flickering her tongue like a snake inches above Andrea’s toes and smiling sadistically at her horrified victim whose terror was amplified by the concern that Ingrid would break her promise not use her tongue at any time without warning. Meanwhile Nicole used her one free hand to a devastating effect exploring both of Andrea’s underarms one at a time. Eventually the petite blonde dropped the feathers and resumed poking and prodding the hysterical blonde who turned red in the face, eventually descending into the awful tickle-hell of silent laughter.

Soon it was time for Nicole’s two minutes although the stop-watch was at zero when Ingrid noticed it was finished, how long Andrea had actually suffered she had no idea. Her former victim panted and sighed as Ingrid threw the dropped feathers to her new victim.

“Keep a hold of them this time! If you drop them or stop tickling I will start afresh!” Ingrid ordered.

“What?!” Nicole cried, again failing to grab the fluttered feathers.

“You heard!” Ingrid chimed, starting the tickling with one hand whilst ponderously holding the stop-watch in the other.


“Noooo!” Nicole protested through giggles as her soft, small arches were explored.

“I won’t start the clock until you pick up those feathers!” Ingrid stated, enjoying her flustered victim’s helpless attempts to arm herself.

Eventually Nicole managed to a feather despite the premature tickle torture. She desperately tried to tickle Andrea with it but her attempts were clumsy and ineffective. Andrea giggled all the same, slumped in her bondage and smugly enjoying her would-be tormentor’s hysterical thrashing. After dropping the feather a few times Nicole eventually managed to resist for a full minute, which Ingrid took as a signal to begin using her tongue on her the small perfect toes….


“Oooh!” Nicole sighed as her tormentors warm wet tongue explored her toes and that devilishly sensitive spot underneath.

The tickling of Nicole’s arches slowed, as did the petite blonde’s attempts to tickle Andrea. Her task quite forgotten the petite blonde sighed and moaned as her forgotten victims fidgeted and writhed, more distressed by this than the ineffective tickling the petite blonde had attempted to deliver. Andrea too had stumbled across videos mixing tickling with licking, but had not watched for long, she curled her toes and turned her nose up in disgust. This response was noticed, as was Nicole’s….

“If you don’t keep tickling her I shall tickle and lick your toes like this forever!” Ingrid teased.

“Fine by me!” Nicole moaned softly.

“Urrgh!” Andrea sneered.

“Hmmm!” Ingrid purred, pausing from sucking Nicole’s delicious big toe to look up at her ecstatic victim.

“Perhaps we could settle your place in the group my dear….” She continued.

Nicole tried to speak but could only sigh and moan, lost in a world of newly discovered ecstasy.

“Andrea here is Lilly’s tickle slave, Helen: your friend asleep in the other room… Is her slave! The slave of a slave!” The amazon continued.

“Agree to be my slave and I will lick these little piggies for as long as you can stand it!”

Nicole merely moaned and kept her eyes closed, writhing to Andrea’s revulsion.

“Okay! Two minutes of lick free tickle torture it is!” Ingrid teased, flickering her tongue above Nicole’s wriggling toes.

“No…. Don’t stop!” Nicole moaned in a hoarse whisper.

“Do you agree to be my slave?” Ingrid asked.

“Ye-aahhh-s” Nicole moaned as Ingrid resumed licking.

“And you will be tickled and tied however I want!.... For as long as you can stand it!” Ingrid continued.

Nicole moaned in a consenting manner.

“And I will lick your feet, like this for as long afterwards!” Ingrid continued.

“YESSS!” Nicole sighed ecstatically… “Yes!... Yes!... Yes!”….

Andrea squirmed and nudged Nicole with her hip disgusted by both the licking and Nicole’s response to it. As Nicole’s cries of ‘Yes!’ softened her squirms and writhing slowed, unlike the licking of her toes which kept her ecstasy flowing until it had run its course.

“Sorry sweetie! You didn’t like that did you?” Ingrid teased Andrea as Nicole purred softly, slumbering after her ecstatic ordeal.

Andrea merely shook her head.


“Well never mind! You have eight minute of merciless torture to look forwards too!” Ingrid teased.

Andrea panicked. She had forgotten about Nicole’s reward.

“Well before that! Let’s see how Helen is doing!” Ingrid declared, releasing her one conscious victim from her bonds.

Nicole moaned and curled her toes, sighing in the slumber that her newly discovered ultra-turn-on had induced. Andrea replaced her socks after Ingrid freed her wrists, she padded back to the bedroom with the gleeful Ingrid holding her hand. Upon reaching the bedroom they found Helen still asleep, Ingrid approached stealthily despite her size and gently seized Helen’s left wrist. She managed to handcuff it to the bedpost without waking Helen. Ingrid grinned at her awkward accomplice, who shortly before had been at her mercy.

“Got something else you might like to see!” Ingrid whispering, returning to the wardrobe.

Andrea was totally befuddled when Ingrid produced a brown pair of suede boots. They looked a lot like Ugg boots but featured leather straps and toe-caps alongside other evidence of modification by the devious Simon and Lilly….

“Couldn’t let them scrap these for parts!” Ingrid explained.

Andrea nodded meekly as Ingrid lifted the covers to reveal Helen’s bare feet which squirmed when exposed to the the air as Helen stirred only to snuggle up in Ingrid’s enormous, soft bed. Ingrid carefully seized Helen’s right ankles and lifted the leg, Helen giggled and squirmed; her dreams returning to nightmare of tickle torture and bondage. Ingrid slid the boot on and marvelled as the sleeping Helen sighed, liking the feel of the fur that lined the soft boot. Ingrid repeated the process; booting Helen’s left foot which also appreciated the warmth of the furry boot. Andrea was completely confused, Ingrid grinned broadly handing her accomplice four padlocks with a set of keys…

“As her mistress you will want these!” Ingrid whispered.

“…Okay…” Andrea murmured, as Ingrid took two of the padlocks from the set.

After tightening leather straps that criss-crossed the boots, Ingrid applied the padlocks to a little brass device that held them closed. Andrea marvelled at how easy the boots could be applied but were now impossible to remove. Ingrid picked up Helen’s right foot by the ankle and opened the toe cap which pivoted back on a hinge to reveal Helen’s toes.

“A perfect fit!...” Ingrid beamed triumphantly… “…Just like Cinderalla! I’m so glad I recued these! They didn’t fit any of us!”

Andrea marvelled as Ingrid positioned an array of vibrating brushes between each of Helen’s toes and locked them in place. Helen giggled in her sleep dreaming of the awful shoes that tickled imagining during her earlier tickling session in the hall: little did she know her nightmare had come true! Ingrid closed the toe cap and gestured for Andrea to hand her another padlock.

“Hope you’re keeping track of which key goes with which!” Ingrid whispered as she opened the toe cap on Helen’s left boot.

“Erm…” Andrea mumbled.

“They are colour coded!” Ingrid replied, grinning as she positioned the second set of evil bristly brushes.

The process was completed and the final padlock applied. Helen squirmed and sighed in her sleep. Ingrid used the leather straps still attached to the foot of the bed to secure her victim’s ankles once again, gesturing for Andrea to help her. As Andrea finished the job Ingrid emerged from her wardrobe grinning, she handed Andrea a remote control. Clearly it had been customised by Simon and Lilly from an old toy car or something.

“What does this do?” Andrea asked.

“Well in addition to the toes ticklers you just saw there are device that tickle her arches too!” Ingrid replied, pointing to button marked: (LT) (RT) (BT) (LA) (RA) (BA).

“You see… Left toes, right toes, both toes, left arch…” Ingrid explained

“And what about these?” Andrea interrupted, pointing to some toggle like switches below the buttons.

“Ahh! Those are brilliant! There are pressure sensors in the arches and the heels. If she puts too much weight on them they activate the tickling devices until five seconds after the pressure stops.” Ingrid explained gleefully.

“Wow! And how much pressure is required to set them off?” Andrea asked intrigued.

“Well if she won’t be able to walk!” Ingrid replied, grinning evilly.

“I think it is time for a trial!” Andrea beamed, pressing the buttons marked BA & BT.

Helen’s giggles intensified as the devices whirred into life. The mousy blonde stirred from her exhausted slumber and tried to bat the tickling sensations away. Suddenly she felt the tension of her loose bonds and panicked, not only could she not get away from the horrible tickles she couldn’t move! She was tied down again!

Helen’s giggles gave way to helpless but subdued laughter, meanwhile her tormentors had more options to explore…

“Now move this lever up and down!” Ingrid commanded, no longer needing to whisper.

Andrea obeyed and was delighted as her slave’s responses changed in time with the subtle changes audible in the evil buzzing coming from her diabolical footwear.

“Oh wow!” The sandy blonde exclaimed.

“They vary the intensity, now try these buttons here!” Ingrid suggesting, pointing to a row of buttons on the modified remote control marked (P1) (P2) (P3) & (PR) in the same neat tipex that always denoted Simon’s eccentric genius.

“What do they do?” Andrea asked as she pressed the one marked (P1).

The tone of the vibrating boots changed slightly….

“Pulse 1, Pulse 2, Pulse 3 & Pulse Random!” Ingrid replied, exhilarated to finally have a chance to demonstrate the gem she saved from oblivion…. Why couldn’t Simon & Lilly see what they had created!....

Helen began to beg for mercy, her tone was quiet and subdued. She was too tired, this was too much!

Initially her protests here ignored until it was realised that they would be enough to attract the neighbours…

“Okay, so blindfold and ball-gag and we stop the devices from tickling you!” Ingrid chirped.

“Yes! Mercy! Stop it!” Helen begged.

Andrea switched off the devices as Ingrid gagged and blindfolded Helen who collapsed exhausted and half awake.

“Okay time for your punishment!” Ingrid beamed, looking at Andrea.

Andrea cowered as Ingrid took the remote control, holding it up to let Andrea see her click the toggle switches…

“I think we should make your slave watch!” Ingrid gloated.

Andrea merely nodded and assisted Ingrid in untying her exhausted slave. Ingrid scooped Helen up the way she loved to pick up helpless damsels-soon-to-be-in-distress. Instead of carrying her away; one arm up the back the other behind the knees in her usual fashion, she stood her victim on her feet.

The effect was astounding; the moment Helen’s feet touched the floor she screamed into her ball-gag, jumping from one foot to the other in a hysterical dance of torment.

“Did I mention that variations in pressure cause the tickle tools to vary?” Ingrid asked Andrea, as their victim struggled to regain control.

Andrea just grinned; Ingrid locked Helen’s arm’s together using the handcuffs still dangling from her right wrist. The pair guided the helpless giggling captive on a torturous procession. Helen would not have been able to stand; let alone walk if it wasn’t for her tormentors frog-marching her to an unknown destination, tickling her sides and underarms as they guided her to tortures unknown. Andrea forgot her impending eight minutes at Nicole’s mercy as she followed Ingrid’s lead. Helen was guided to the stairs; Andrea was confused were they leaving the house?...

“Better switch off those toggle switches!” Ingrid suggested as she removed Helen’s blindfold: the stair being a hazardous decent.

In the stairwell Helen was backed against a wall, her arms were secured above her head to the coat rack, Ingrid made ingenious use of some cable ties to stop her escaping, whilst Andrea secured her ankles loosely together. Cruelly the toggle switches were slid and the remote control placed in view. Helen danced a tortured jig, she could raise one foot off the floor only to have the other tickled more ferociously by the vibrating brushes between her toes and the mixture of devices that explored her helpless arches. No matter how she moved she was in a ticklish agony of her own creation but could not keep still.

Soon Nicole was roused from her slumber. She laughed sadistically as Helen’s plight was explained to her. She remained focus on her prize and as Andrea tormented Helen’s exposed underarms with the soft pads of her fingertips the petite blonde asked…

“….So how are we going to tie her up for her punishment then?” Hungrily eyeing the sandy blonde who paused in her slow torment of the already hysterical Helen.

“Well I have a suitable spot right here!” Ingrid grinned, producing the bonds she had brought downstairs with Nicole.

Andrea was guided to a spot on the staircase opposite Helen. Her feet were guided between two gaps and her ankles tied either side of the bannister between them. Ingrid tied one of Andrea’s arms behind her back in a half-Nelson and the other to a higher bannister. Nicole meanwhile slowly removed Andrea’s socks, delighting in exposing her soft sensitive feet. The way her victim curled her toes and giggled as she teased the arches with the ruffled fabric enhanced the anticipation for both Andrea and her tormentor. Nicole was resolved to enjoy her reward; long had she dreamed of having this shy, soft soled beauty at her mercy. Nicole slowly ran the string Ingrid gave her between her victim’s toes, loving the way her victim cringed and curled her toes as the pre-tickle torment enhanced her sensitivity with each slowly passing minute. Ingrid glance at her stop-watch and caught Nicole’s eye…

“… You ready?” The Amazon asked, holding the squirming Andrea.

“Not yet!” Nicole replied.

Andrea’s big toes were tied together and then back to the balustrade, Nicole experimented and found a way to secure the index and little toes also. Soon Andrea was totally helpless, Nicole knew this had to be perfect! When would she get a chance like this again?....

Well hopefully this afternoon and again tomorrow but she savoured every second enjoying her victim’s wide eyed terror and helpless squirms. Andrea had been gagged by Ingrid who guessed that her neighbours would be disturbed on their way home from church. Andrea looked up at the gagged Helen dancing her ticklish jig; soon she would be reduced to the same ticklish agony as her slave, not that she felt any remorse for the cruel trick of the tickle boots… Not after what the mousy blonde had done to her!

At that moment Nicole struck: running the nails of each index finger down Andrea’s soft, creamy arches…

“Ready!” Nicole said, having started early.

The second Ingrid hit the start button on her stopwatch the true torture began. Nicole used all of her cruel French tipped nails to deadly effect. The centre of Andrea’s arches were the main focus but all of Andrea’s soles were explored from her heels to the balls of her feet. Nicole had already mapped the most sensitive spots in her many £5 session at the beach but found these feet to be more responsive than before; little did she know of the regime imposed by Lilly. What Nicole did know was the effect blowing on Andrea’s toes had and the sandy blonde wailed into her ball-gag as her toes and arches were tormented to deadly effect. Any struggle was impossible as Ingrid hugged and tickled her from behind. The amazon also nuzzled her neck and shoulder’s at times wrapping her legs around her waist, the sensation actually comforted Andrea but not enough to block out the unbearably torturous sensations at her feet. Nicole was trying to fit as much torture in eight minutes as she possibly could.

After a couple of minutes Nicole went for broke and began licking Andrea’s toes, running her tongue down into the exposed spot in between each toe and lapping on the hypersensitive area that was never touched. Andrea screamed, her ball-gag did not hinder Ingrid’s understanding of her grievance….

“Oh, I’m sorry sweetheart! I promised you that I wouldn’t lick your feet! I didn’t say anything about Nicole here!” The amazon was secretly delighted, to think there were more than five minutes to go and this shy maiden couldn’t bear the sensations for a second!

Nicole was astoundingly cruel. Her dextrous hands kept up their cruel unpredictable fluttering whilst her tongue darted and explored each sensitive spot, extracting both revulsion and tortured laughter from Andrea. Occasionally Nicole would break contact with her lips to pull a face, upon the third such occurrence Ingrid asked;

“What’s the matter honey? Don’t like the taste?”

“No!” Nicole replied: “But I like how much she hates it!”

Andrea continued to beg incoherently into her ball-gag, Helen tired of her fitful jig had accepted the monotonous torment of her soles. Her exhaustion earnt her no respite as Ingrid pressed the button marked (RP). Now no matter how still she stood her torment was unpredictable. The torture of Andrea continued; Ingrid held her tight as she tried to escape, unable to bear Nicole’s sadistic foot torture. She would have to get the little blonde back for this! Eventually her time was served and she was released, but not until her soles were cleaned of saliva using cold water and an old towel. Her socks were returned before she was released, before freeing her ankles Ingrid whispered;

“Just be glad I only have the one pair of tickle-boots!”

Andrea knew she would be wearing a pair if Ingrid did indeed have more.

It was time to head to Simon and Betty’s. Helen had her breakfast, a simple matter of reheated porridge and coffee. It had been a full morning of tickle torture and with the exception of Helen each of the girls hoped that a few restraints and tickle toys would be tested throughout the day. In addition to the boots Helen was forced to wear a belt that kept a vibrating device in her belly button like the boots it could be activated remotely by a single button remote hung around Andrea’s neck. Cruelly it also activated if it came within three feet of the transmitter or moved more than thirty feet away.
Underneath her new shy and submissive exterior Helen longed for revenge; she was also curious what the centre of this operation looked like, she hoped she would one day be forgiven for what she did to Andrea and be treated like Nicole: who had been welcomed with open arms. If this did not happen soon she knew other means would be necessary for her to become a tickler again and not the first candidate for every cruel device and impossible tickle challenge. The device in her belly button was switched off for the car drive but all too soon the four women arrived and Helen had to be careful to keep the right distance away from her mistress. This was not easy whilst walking in the tickle boots without attracting attention, the lever was adjusted to the minimum setting but still Helen struggled to disguise her torment when walking from the car, her torture gown disguised by an enormous borrowed duffle coat. She knew things would only get worse when the door was answered but hoped she would get to watch more tickle torture; she had loved every second of Andrea’s ordeal and had quietly noted how much her mistress hated to have her feet licked, perhaps that could come in useful….