Secret Santa Notes: I really messed up in terms of delay and lack of editing. The 4,000 word limit was surpassed by an additional 8,000 words. And this is my first fictional story, which has led to all kinds of problems. With that lovely disclaimer, I hope you enjoy.
The L&G Files: Alisha Fernandes
Alisha Fernandes didn't consider herself "model-gorgeous," though she clearly had the looks to think so. Standing tall at 5'4" without heels, she worked hard to possess her perfectly thin and tone body that resembled that of a collegiate tennis player with pert B-cup breasts, a tight-and-shapely ass, a small-and-tight core, long legs, and moderately-tanned skin. Her figure and tan skin, however, weren't the result of hitting thousands of backhands in the sun because, in truth, she wasn't an athlete; rather, it was the product of spending five days a week in the gym and acquiring Cuban genetics from her father's side. Long straight black hair and gleaming blue eyes on Alisha's perfectly symmetrical face completed the modelesque look of the 21-year-old beauty.
And so, when opportunity presented itself, Alisha was ready. Her relatively new friend from the gym, Pauline, with whom she had been working out for the last three-and-a-half months, told her about the modelling gig she performed late last year along with the money she made, and Alisha took immediate interest since she didn’t make very much as a part-time Massage Envy receptionist. During that conversation which occurred in the locker room post-workout, Pauline further explained how she subsequently became friends with the owner of the independent shoe-store who offered the gig and knows that he is always looking for new models for various holiday-themed promotional shoots. According to Pauline, referring to her previous experience and knowledge, these are straightforward modelling shoots that are always performed in-house where photos are taken of models in sexy themed outfits and various heels for published store advertisements. As they talked and gathered their belongings from their lockers before exiting the locker room, Pauline showed Alisha photos saved to her phone from her shoot for last year's Christmas campaign, and the professional quality of the photos greatly impressed Alisha to the point that it was a no-brainer to utilize Pauline's connection for the extra, easy income. Once Alisha formally expressed interest, Pauline told her to expect a call later in the day from the owner, Jack, as they said good-bye to each other and headed towards their respective cars. Pauline got into her silver Lexus coupe, sent a long text to Jack along with a couple of photo attachments from Alisha's Instagram, and drove home following that mid-morning workout.
Alisha's friendship with Pauline developed somewhat rapidly after meeting through a casual encounter at their gym. Beauty may be subjective, but it was an unequivocal fact that Alisha and Pauline were the two most attractive members of that gym, and possibly the city as a whole; and while this could have made them rivals, the two exquisitely beautiful girls also faced similar issues that forged a quick friendship between them. Male members would often attempt to hit on them (especially when they used to work out alone), sneakily take candid photos, and do other creepy things that forced them to put on their earphones and keep to themselves. Consequently, after meeting and realizing they were easily compatible as friends, they became workout partners which provided them both with an extra sense of security and more freedom at the gym. And neither girl felt threatened by the other as they were both perfect-tens, each obtaining an equal share of glances and stares during their workouts together. Pauline was one year older and endowed with an equally stunning yet different look as all-American girl with long wavy brown hair, brown eyes, pouty lips, and a gorgeous smile that showed off her perfect white teeth. She was 5'5" with a slightly curvier figure than Alisha given her full C-cup breasts, plumper ass, and thicker thighs that was all put together in a sensationally tight body which resulted in her modelling pictures being featured on various sites across the internet. Pauline's modelling experience was well-known to Alisha, so both Pauline's recommendation and friendship offered Alisha a true sense of comfort when she took the call from Jack at 2:33 PM that afternoon.
Alisha didn't recognize the caller but answered the unknown local number expecting it to be Pauline's contact. Sure enough, the caller was Jack who explained to Alisha in a very friendly manner that Pauline had forwarded her contact information along with a couple recent pics, and he stated that he had an immediate shoot for her paying $1,000 cash if she wants it. Before taking an answer, he continued to elaborate that the photographer he uses is phenomenal even if the model has no experience and that this shoot would feature Christmas-style lingerie and high heels as Pauline had similarly described. Alisha happily accepted without any questions, and she proceeded to give answers to the size questions posed, informing Jack that she wears a size 6 shoe and confirming that she wears extra-small-sized lingerie as she is generally in between a size 0 to 1. Jack asked about her availability that night, and following her positive response, Jack told her to meet the photographer and him at the 9pm closing time at the L&G shoe-store, which was fortunately located at the outdoor mall only 10 minutes away from her apartment. Before concluding the call, he gave her freedom to style her own hair and make-up in her most preferred glamour fashion and to wear her choice of comfortable clothes and high heels for any initial test shots.
After taking a couple hours to get ready, in which she further straightened her black hair and achieved a sultry look through her makeup going with heavy lashes, reddish eye shadow, and bold red lips, Alisha arrived at L&G a little early, at 8:51 PM. There, right outside the entrance, she saw a huge poster of Pauline through the window store-front featuring one of the images that Pauline showed her earlier in the day which had her dressed as a sexy elf sitting on a bag of toys with crossed legs wearing striped thigh highs and sexy black heels. "That might be me," Alisha thought to herself before she walked inside to see a young male employee fitting heels on a similarly young female customer wearing tight blue jeans and a red sweatshirt of the local university. Standing near the entrance, Alisha watched as this customer let out a few giggles and exclaimed playfully "hey, no unfair tickling" as the employee smiled back at her and lightheartedly apologized while continuing to fit the heel on her foot at the black loveseat stationed in the middle of the room. The customer eventually stood up to model a fashionable pair of 4-inch white pumps in front of a nearby mirror, while the employee arose from his crouching position and looked towards the incredibly attractive girl who just walked inside to cheerfully ask "hi, you must be Alisha?"
"Yes I am" she responded.
After looking at his watch, he kindly replied, "well if you have a seat over there, my dad will see you in a couple minutes," while motioning to the area where two white chairs were placed along the window store-front between the entrance and register counter.
Alisha, who was dressed in a black, long-sleeve, V-neck shirt showing a little midriff and in denim, mid-rise, skinny jeans, followed the young man's cue and took a few steps in her blue, 4.5-inch, open-toed pumps over to those fancy customer chairs. She sat down in the first chair which she discovered to be extremely comfortable as she sunk deep into the polyester-wrapped cushioning before crossing her legs. There, she casually flipped between using her iPhone and surveying a store that she surprisingly never visited before, despite its proximity to her apartment. She noticed additional photo advertisements inside the store which included another Christmas-themed picture of Pauline, one of a girl from her old high school class who she barely recognized because she appeared more glamorous than she remembered, and few of other unknown attractive models. After a couple minutes, Alisha overheard the customer acknowledge to the employee that she wanted to buy those heels and noticed the two return to the loveseat where the very hands-on employee helped remove the new heels with more giggling from the customer. Suddenly and surprisingly, Alisha saw that girl in the photo ad from her high school class, Martina Bexman, exit from a closed door located behind the register with a rare smile on her face. Martina's hair was also fairly disheveled that she was smoothing it out with one hand while carrying a big store bag in the other. They glanced directly at each other as Martina walked straight out of the store, and they seemed to acknowledge each other for that brief second. Martina, a very cute and skinny Egyptian girl with long wavy black hair, brown eyes, and light brown skin, looked much the same to Alisha as she did in high school, but sexier that night which was likely the effect of donning a tight, black miniskirt dress and silver high heel sandals. From Alisha's perspective, Martina always seemed to be a little bitchy and standoffish in high school as she only had few friends and never seemed to look happy, which was why it caught Alisha off-guard to see Martina with a smile on her face as she exited that room, though not surprisingly, that smile turned quickly to a judgmental glare when she looked right at Alisha in passing.
Just as Martina exited the store and before Alisha could further process what she just witnessed, an older gentleman, dressed in black suit pants and a white-collared shirt with rolled up sleeves, also emerged from that same room. He directly approached her as he came around the register counter, prompting Alisha to silence her phone and slip it into her pink, medium-sized, Michael Kors clutch. "Alisha, I'm Jack, pleasure to meet you," he said as he bent down slightly from the waist to affectionately extend his hand out towards Alisha's hand. In that moment, he tried to maintain solid eye contact, but he couldn't help but give her a quick once-over down to her sexy blue heels and back up to her eyes. She politely greeted him in return and shook his hand, before using his same hand slightly for leverage to arise from the plush chair while grabbing hold of her clutch in her free hand. With a warm smile on his face, Jack used his other hand to make a gesturing motion to that back room as he beckoned her, "follow me and we can get started." Alisha followed Jack around the counter to the back door, and Jack allowed her to enter first as he stayed behind a few seconds to whisper something to his son who himself had just approached the register to ring out that last customer for the day.
Alisha was shocked at the spaciousness of this white-walled, back room which was set up as a proper photography studio with a white backdrop extending onto the floor, professional box lights, two chairs, and additional props to the side. The photographer was already there adjusting his expensive-looking camera equipment, and he immediately gave Alisha a warm welcome while introducing himself as soon as she entered. Shortly thereafter, Jack entered and gently closed the door behind him for studio privacy. Some introductory small talk followed, and Alisha innocently asked if the previous girl was modelling for the same shoot. Jack explained that she was there for a different promotional shoot, and he causally threw in an interesting tidbit that he was doing it as a favor to her uncle. He didn't go into further details, but Alisha knew her family was well-to-do and just assumed her uncle was using his resources to help further a potential modelling career for Martina that seemed unlikely to take off. At his request, Alisha followed Jack over to the waist-high, open-shelving unit at one side of the room next to another closed door, where he provided her with a pen and a stapled, 3-page model release form that was printed in a very small and difficult-to-read font size. He explained it was arduously lengthy because it involved giving the store permission to use her likeness for advertising, so he openly suggested that she read through it while simultaneously implying it was all very standard. Wanting to get the shoot completed since it was already starting to get late into the night, Alisha perused the contract very briefly, flipping through each page while only reading the underlined section headers and ignoring the fine print as Jack fully expected. She signed and dated the third page before handing both the contract and pen back to Jack. He graciously thanked her and handed over an open envelope filled with $100 bills inside and labelled with "$1,000" outside. After Alisha slipped that envelope into her clutch next to her silenced phone, Jack told her that he'd be working in his office but would see her before the shoot ended, and he then left her in the hands of Matt, the photographer. With the signed contract in hand, Jack grabbed a USB drive that Matt had ready to hand over, and he proceeded through yet another door, at the rear of the room, that was partially obscured by the white backdrop.
Matt then took full control of the shoot as he had Alisha store her clutch on the shelving area and directed her over to the white backdrop where he was ready to take some test shots. Alisha had never done any professional modelling before, but she immediately felt experienced upon taking Matt's easy-to-follow directions. Matt, a 6'2"-tall, moderately overweight, fun-loving photographer who had been casually dressed in khakis and a tucked white polo shirt, was able to exert professionalism while maintaining a friendly and comfortable setting. After a few minutes of efficiently taking several shots from multiple standing poses, Matt told her that he would review these test shots while she changed in the room that was located through that door next to the shelving unit. Before beginning this review, he courteously opened the door for her, through which he pointed out the new wardrobe selection that was purchased and set aside for her. Alisha grabbed her clutch off the shelf prior to entering, and Matt closed the door behind her to give her the appropriate privacy.
The door had opened to a tight wardrobe area containing a full costume rack tucked along the right side of the room, which she first observed as she stood in front of the closed door behind her. There was also a large changing area to the left side through an open doorway and a two-layered aluminum table directly in front of her. The wardrobe that Matt pointed out was placed on the top layer of that table, and there, Alisha delightfully inspected the items which included: a red, sheer, sparkling bra with a tie-back closure to go around the neck and a fluffy white, ruffled under-bust; a matching red panty; a matching red, micro-mini garter skirt with garter straps and a fluffy white, ruffled bottom; a pair of white thigh high stockings with lace tops; and an incredible, eye-catching pair of all-red, Gucci, 5-inch high heel sandals with half-inch platforms, criss-cross pleated straps over the front, and wrap-around ankle straps each adorned with a rear bow. She carefully gathered these items and took them with her into the changing area. This spacious area was furnished with two mounted, full-length mirrors, a sturdy bench along one side, a full-length counter attached to the wall on the opposite side equipped with a large sink at the end, additional 4-foot mirror blocks that spanned above the length of the counter from wall-to-wall, and two chrome stools with black cushion bucket seats by the counter. Using the bench for ease, it took Alisha a little over five minutes to fully undress and change into the sexy Santa outfit provided to her. She then moved to the counter to retouch her lipstick and mascara contained within her pink clutch, fixed her hair, and checked herself from all directions in the full-length mirror to make sure everything looked perfect. “This is too easy for a thousand dollars,” she thought to herself during a final glance in the mirror while realizing she had been lucky to have gone with Pauline to the spa yesterday for matching red manicures and pedicures. Finally, she relocated all her belongings over to the table in the wardrobe area before reentering the studio room. Matt, who was working by his camera, gave a distinct facial expression and a barely audible gasp to indicate how breathtaking she looked in that outfit.
Just over fifteen minutes of quality photography ensued, which included posing by herself, with a chair, and with various Christmas props that included a large, light-weight, wrapped gift box. Alisha and Matt were having a great time while exhibiting excellent chemistry. As promised, Jack emerged from his office behind the backdrop to carefully check on the progress without wanting to interrupt but desiring to see the Santa-dressed beauty. Fortunately, Alisha had just finished a set with the gift box prop, and she was very grateful for the small, unopened water bottle that Jack offered to her. Not realizing how much energy she would be expending, Alisha twisted the L&G-branded water bottle open and quickly gulped the entire four ounces before handing the empty bottle back to Jack, who was admiring her beauty while subtly fixated on her tight little torso and perfectly-shaped legs.
"About ten more minutes?" Jack asked, to which Matt gave him a positive response while simultaneously giving Alisha the assumption that there were only ten minutes left in the shoot. Jack returned to his office area while Matt removed the gift box from the active shooting area and handed Alisha a cute Santa hat to wear. Matt advised her that this last set of photographs was to take place with her sitting and lying down on the ground. Alisha took a seat on the white-canvassed backdrop, that dropped from the ceiling and extended onto the floor all the way to Matt's camera tripod, where she continued to take instruction. Almost five minutes later, as she was posing sideways on her stomach with her knees bent and heels up, looking exceptionally cute with the Santa hat, Alisha complained about a sudden tired feeling. Matt explained that it was natural, especially for first-time models, and he had her flip onto her back and close her eyes for a minute to relax. She then extended her legs straight out, closed her eyes without hesitation, and heard Matt continue to speak without understanding a word he was saying. She was completely out fifteen seconds later ...
Jack went out to edge of the floor area, where the blinds of the now-locked store were pulled down, and briefly admonished his son. "Junior! Stop tickling Pauline's feet and bring her in here now please," he asserted sternly before going back to the office area through the studio. Junior immediately stopped finger-stroking the sole of Pauline's high-crossed right leg, which, after just twelve minutes, felt like putting down chocolate cake after just one bite to the ravenous 19-year-old boy; as a result, Pauline stopped laughing like a silly schoolgirl while releasing the death grip she had on loveseat cushion. Jack Kittles, Jr., affectionately called Junior by most, hastily helped Pauline's naked foot back into her black 4-inch pump, and then he gave her a helping hand up from the seat after he rapidly got himself up from his familiar crouching position. Wearing her long hair down and a little more teased for the night-time, Pauline, who was dressed in tight blue jeans and a sleeveless, pink, floral-lace crop top with a high neckline, was fully trying to catch her breath while being led at the hand by the fast-moving Junior. He led her through the now-empty studio and into the office behind the backdrop. Never wanting to disappoint his father, but also excited about the upcoming events, Junior promptly brought Pauline with him into the office area where there was now a full-house.
It wasn't an office in the traditional sense, but it was Jack's favorite place of business where he got his most important work done. In what was yet another spacious room contained within a seemingly modest shoe-store, the only true office equipment inside there was in the back corner of the room: a large, oak desk, on which sat a couple of shoe boxes and a laptop, along with a black, executive chair. Potentially office-related were a few mobile stools and a small silver cart with wheels on top of which lay a zipped, navy-blue pouch. Shockingly, everything else was expensive, custom-made bondage equipment constructed mostly of cherry hickory wood, black leather padding, and steel. Mounted on one of the walls was the padded, X-shaped Saint Andrew's Cross with four leather cuffs attached to four of the many available attachment points. Scattered around the middle of the room were four devices, three of which included the (1) the padded bondage table with adjustable-length leather cuffs attached to the four corners and a detachable foot pillory, (2) the L-shaped device that was padded along the wide inside edges with a vertically-sliding stock mechanism at the top, and (3) the horse-shaped device with a vertical pole on one end that contained a dual-cuff on a sliding mechanism, a fully padded "saddle", and padded protrusions on both sides about fifteen inches under the "saddle" each with an attached cuff and strap.
In the geometric center of the room was the fourth and final device: a large padded chair shaped like an upright dental chair where the leg length could be mechanically-adjusted and the lower leg rest was elevated to a height of about one foot over the seat level. However, this "chair" was vastly different from its dental equivalent: there was an attached four-hole foot pillory at the end of the lower leg rest; and the armrests were replaced with a tall vertical extension attached to the slightly-angled back of the chair along with two adjustable-length, leather cuffs that spanned from the back of this extension and come over the top through tight, fixed loops. And currently within that chair, which had its fair share of beautiful occupants, was the gorgeous and knocked-out Alisha.
Alisha's body went limp in the studio twenty minutes ago, but it only took Jack and Matt five minutes to easily carry her and strap her into the chair, which had long become their standard of efficient and optimal teamwork. Leaving her Santa hat on the ground behind but keeping her in the same sexy outfit, they first secured her wrists into the overhead cuffs while adjusting the strap lengths to give just one inch of leeway. Next, they locked her ankles inside the inner two holes of the attached pillory that was constructed with a simple hinging top-half and a sliding bolt mechanism along the opening side to secure both halves; because of her extremely slender ankles, the upper and lower padded holes of the pillory were electronically expanded around her ankles, each by its own dedicated switch on the inner side of the pillory, to secure a nice, tight fit. Finally, strong but thin elastic bands, which anchored to designated hooks on each side of the chair, were placed across her knees and across her waist to keep Alisha securely in place.
Over the next fifteen minutes, without needing direction, Matt moved and set up his equipment around the dormant girl, even though there were already several hidden cameras built into the high-tech room for instant recording. In the process, Matt replaced his digital camera with a more professional video camera. He also went into the wardrobe area and brought back Alisha's blue open-toed pumps which he placed on Jack's desk. Finally, he went onto the main floor to get one of the large store bags from behind the counter, which he took to the inventory room on the other side of the store to prepare a gift bag that was eventually left in the wardrobe area next to Alisha's other items. Meanwhile, Jack went back to his laptop on his corner desk to continue editing earlier video footage as soon as Alisha had been secured. Around the same time, Junior had opened the door for the invited friend of Alisha before locking the store down and practicing specific techniques on the very easy-to-tickle girl, during which Matt casually strolled by once with an empty bag and once with a full bag focused on his task. And by the time those fifteen minutes passed, Jack activated the hidden camera system and ordered Junior to bring Pauline into the room, calculating that it would take twenty minutes for Alisha to awake from sedation given the half-life of the drugged water and her body weight.
Even though the modified gamma-hydroxybutyrate compound, that was dissolved in the water bottle, helped to greatly lower both fear and inhibitions, Jack generally didn't prefer to use it because it also lowered ticklishness by 10% based on his experiences with girls who later became consensual participants, like Pauline. As an extra layer of compliance, when it came specifically to Pauline's friends, Jack always brought Pauline as an aide since was always talented at putting her friends' minds at ease when they realize that they've been secured involuntarily. And Pauline was even better with her friends post-session that most of them eventually became consensual partners, so she was beyond a valuable asset to Jack. Not to mention, Pauline loved being tickled so much that she had willingly helped with Junior's development and gladly enjoyed the voyeur aspect of watching her friends get tickled. Upon entering, Pauline took her familiar position standing next to the chair by her friend's left side, with Jack moving to his starting spot directly behind the vertical extension that separated him from Alisha. Matt was stationed at his usual place behind his camera while Junior sat on a stool further away with a pen and notebook that he grabbed out of one of drawers from the corner desk. With everyone in place and twenty minutes having passed, Jack reached out and squeezed Alisha's ribs deeply from behind. She began to squirm slightly which was Jack's signal to pull his hands back to his sides. At this point, Pauline was lightly shaking Alisha and calling out her name.
"What's going on ... where am I? Alisha asked sluggishly.
"You're still at the shoot. Do you remember? You passed out but you're OK. Now, listen, you are tied up, but you kinda need to be for this last part of the shoot, it's OK" Pauline answered.
"No, please, I don't want to be tied," she said with a mild, vocal resistance, while looking around as the light continued to fill her eyes, now seeing Matt and Jack's son there in the room along with Pauline. Pulling on her restraints to little avail, she looked up and saw her wrists in cuffs after seeing her ankles locked into some weird contraption from which her legs could not pull out.
Pauline then placed a hand delicately on her elbow, and softly whispered to her, "relax, babe, I won't let anything happen to you," and Pauline seemed satisfied. She looked back to Jack and gave him a very subtle nod of approval.
And as Pauline pulled back a few steps, Jack's hands reached forward again from behind, this time making gentler contact with the sides of the now more alert but somewhat dazed, half-Cuban beauty who was unable to escape from fingers that were contacting her sides with obvious tickling intentions. And as those fingers made squeezing-type motions along her sides and waves towards her belly-button, she couldn't keep from laughing as she was being physically stimulated in a non-threatening way. Alisha had of course been playfully tickled along her sides numerous times in her life, but each previous time, there was an available defensive reply after a natural giggle response. Laughter had been her typical response to more prolonged tickling, but she only ever dealt with that at spas where she had ample time to mentally prepare herself for those incidental pedicure tickles of relatively short duration. This was clearly different, as she was now dealing with an extended period of laughter being forced upon her by someone purposely trying to tickle her.
Being explored all over her fully-exposed sides and midriff, with various pressures and angles of attack by undeniably skilled fingertips, Alisha alternated between arching her back to instinctively move her body away from the tickling fingers coming from behind, fully contracting her core as she pulled hard on the wrist restraints through another innate response to those wiggling fingers, and completely letting go as the laughter often overtook her natural defense mechanisms. "Pleeeeeheheheeeease nooooo hahahahahahahaaaahahaaaa," was all Alisha could verbalize over and over, as she'd look down at those malicious fingers and realized that they were accomplishing the task they set out to do. And while everything seemed to happen so fast once the tickling started, she became cognizant at some point that those were the tickling fingers of Jack, both by appearance and process of elimination.
While truly enjoying the feel of his fingers over such a tight body with such soft skin, Jack really reveled in the sounds of her helpless laughter. And as ticklish as she was on her sides, evidenced by her non-stop laughter, Jack had an agenda in his mind as he did with almost all first-time ticklees. This agenda involved exploring several of her ticklish areas, especially areas that Jack was more enthusiastic in tickling. And with her arms extended fully overhead, the first of those preferential areas was fully available for exploration.
In the short time that Jack removed his fingertips from her sides, which was a designed break provided by the experienced tickler, Alisha labored to catch her breath, and she had so many questions rushing to her mind. Why was Pauline just standing there smiling? Why was this being video-taped by Matt who was partially visible behind the video camera? Why was the employee's son sitting over there writing in a notebook? Why was Jack tickling her like this? She still didn't feel totally like herself since she woke up in that bondage chair, and though she was feeling less physically tired as the tickling progressed, the incessant laughter imposed upon her was starting to make her somewhat physically weary. In the short time after the tickling had stopped and she better regained her senses, the only naive question for which she had the mental and physical strength to ask was, "oh my god, is that it?" That question was clearly directed to the tickler who was still behind her. In turning back to ask that question to his face, Alisha realized she couldn't see beyond the black, two-foot-wide, vertical frame between her and Jack that extended far up, with seemingly the primary purpose of stretching her arms and securing her wrists directly overhead. The answer to that question came immediately as Jack reached up high towards her elbows, and lightly grazed downwards towards her underarms.
As in the process tickling her sides, Jack seemed to be visually obscured as he reached towards her arms with the relatively thin but sturdy frame positioned between himself and his beautiful ticklee. Built into the back of the frame at Jack's eye-level, however, was a 12-inch by 18-inch monitor which provided the exact same view that Matt was seeing through his viewfinder, which was almost a straight-on view of Alisha, through a live feed from the video camera. And it was the vantage point through this monitor that allowed Jack to both place and move his fingertips exactly where he desired and to see all of Alisha's reactions. He watched himself teasingly drag his fingertips down the back of her arms from just below her elbows to just above the hollows of her underarms and then back up between those same landmarks. Jack also saw the resulting giggles and look of desperation on Alisha's face as he repeated this pattern while applying expertly light strokes, with all fingertips randomly giving more and less pressure, and he finally answered briefly, "because it's specified in the contract you signed, love."
"Heheheheehehe noooo hehehe please don't heheheehee …," Alisha replied through the constant giggles. She looked towards Pauline for help, but Pauline was clearly smiling way too much for Alisha's liking through this torment. In a way, Alisha didn't know what to expect having never been tickled directly in her underarms, but she anticipated it was forthcoming because she naturally felt most vulnerable there due to her current restrained position and Jack's presence directly behind her. She couldn't stop giggling from just his light scratches along the backs of her arms, and she wondered whether her overall ticklishness was either because she was extremely ticklish or because Jack was a master in delivering this method of tickle torture that made her laugh and giggle. Then, by mental association, she thought about the store name L&G for a split second before she felt a rush of electricity shoot through her body as she fell into an extreme fit of laughter.
Jack had finally stopped teasing his true intentions as he moved his fingers directly into the smooth hollows of her underarms, applying a little more pressure as he traced his fingertips in unpredictable ways throughout her armpits. Her long straight black hair interfered just a little bit as her head tossed around a bit through her uncontrollable laughter, but Jack was well-experienced with tickling the underarms of laughing, long-haired beauties. He watched himself tickle her sensitive underarms, and he was completely responding by feel at this point, instead of using the monitor as a visual aid, to navigate his fingers to all the right spots while not allowing her loose strands of hair to provide any protection. Alisha couldn't move away, though she ineffectively tried to twist and pull away at times when the laughter and tickle sensations became so overbearing.
"Hahahahahaaahahaaahehehahahaahahaaaaa nooooohahahaaaa I can't hahahahahaaaaa ..."
"Yes you can," Jack responded in a playful banter.
The nonstop tickling and laughter, along with more playful banter by Jack, continued for just over five minutes, but it felt like an eternity to Alisha who had her underarms pleasured by Jack's fingertips with seemingly endless combinations of various gratifying strokes. On the other hand, those five minutes felt like a brief passage of time to Jack, who came to learn from experience that these overly delightful stretches of time are always longer than he himself realizes. Showing some real restraint, he stopped tickling her as he realized the current intensity of the laughter might be prematurely wearing her out.
This time, Alisha was given more time to catch her breath, and after some post-tickling residual laughs, the first thing she noticed was that Pauline was now sitting on a stool further away, right next to Jack's son. There she was, crossing her legs towards him and leaning in close as they appeared to be joking with each other quietly while Jack's son continued to jot some things in a notebook. Then, emerging from the other side, she finally saw her tickler face-to-face since the ordeal began. Her emotions were clearly mixed, but she was too physically worn out to be express anger. "Why are you doing this to me?" she asked with a less naive question this time, keeping intermittent eye contact.
Jack was standing next to Alisha's knees, alone on the right side of her body. Pauline and Junior were sitting far away on her left side near the bondage table. Matt was still standing quietly behind his camera that was stationed about three meters away from the chair, directly facing her but angled slightly to her left. As was the same predicament faced by other girls, Jack always maintained such a friendly, non-threatening demeanor that it seemed impossible to get mad at him. He pleasantly looked towards his sexy Santa model, trying to tactfully hide any visible excitement that he was feeling inside his pants, and he responded curiously and rather inexplicably at the time, "maybe you'll be asking yourself a somewhat different question when you come back here voluntarily."
"What? Oh no please no," was Alisha's incredulous reply and immediate plea as she subsequently closed her eyes and braced herself backwards onto the padded leather behind her. Jack had leaned over with extended arms and claw grips with his hands, a sight of which she now became fearful. This time, however, she was wrong in her anticipation as he didn't come straight to her sides again. She suddenly felt squeezes just under the tiny red garter skirt across her hips. "Eeeeeeeeek nooooo hehehe hahahahahaheehee …," she shrieked as Jack's hands began to squeeze various points over her upper legs.
Jack wasn't sure he could discreetly hide his aroused state any further as the warm feel of her firm, gyrating legs was too gratifying when combined with the sounds of her helpless laughs. He innocently kept his hands away from but near her red panty as he found specific areas along the bared sections of her legs, between the front bottom panty line and tops of the white thigh high stockings, where he was able to elicit super-loud shrieks and laughs; and he made sure to revisit those areas often. He spent some time tickling just her right thigh alone as he would work her right hip and right inner thigh with various combinations of squeeze-tickles and stroke-tickles. This went on for a while, so long that even Jack thought he spent too much time tickling her hips. This time, he got to enjoy watching Alisha's gorgeous laughing face directly in front of him which led to some interesting eye contact of shared understanding. Most of the time though, her eyes were either closed from intense laughter or open-and-focused on Jack's tickling hands as if seeing the tickles would help her to endure them better; that proved to be completely false. When he noticed her eyes beginning to tear, it was an immediate cue for him to stop because he needed to ensure she had enough laughs left for the main course.
Jack stopped, and gently rested his right hand on Alisha's quivering upper right leg, contacting her skin right just above the lace top of her thigh high stocking. He found it difficult to remove his hands entirely from the soft skin of the hard-bodied beauty. Alisha was clearly exhausted, and Jack knew he needed to give her even more time to recover. He complimented her profusely which included encouraging words of "doing great" and "really amazing" and so on. Alisha's body, and especially her core, was a little sore from the intensity of all that laughter. It was the time off, more so than Jack's comforting words, that Alisha seemed to appreciate after having surrendered all resistance early into the hip-tickling. A sizable part of her wanted to give Jack a dirty look to express her displeasure, and she wanted to ask why this was being video-recorded, but she realized that would be pointless and likely counter-productive; a small part of her thought that maybe he would take some pity on her now and finally end the shoot; and then there was one other small part that she wasn't ready to acknowledge at the moment.
Jack made an eye signal to Junior, who was still acting very buddy-buddy with Pauline, and Junior took that as the familiar sign to bring the cart over to his dad, which was currently located at the side of the bondage table near his stool. Junior got up, closed his notebook with the pen tucked inside, and brought the notebook with him as he wheeled the silver cart over from the bondage table and around Matt's camera setup. He parked the cart at a spot right in front of the foot pillory, above which Alisha's trapped feet were still adorned in those sexy red high heels that she had been modelling earlier. Junior then stationed himself to directly face Alisha, with a straight-on view, standing near the wall in a place that was close enough for a great view but far enough not to interfere with Matt or his father. Pauline remained seated on the stool where she continued to watch with great interest. While Junior was following his cue, Matt finally stepped back from the video camera; he knelt to open up a medium-sized case that was on the ground next to his tripod, from which he set up a miniature video camera on top of a second smaller tripod. He set up this smaller camera adjacent to his main camera, but it was positioned much closer at a four-foot distance to the left of Alisha's heeled feet and at more of a diagonal to capture a great lateral view. Ensuring a sharply focused view of her heels through the small camera, Matt started its recording and retook his position behind the main camera.
Though she was concentrating on her recovery, as she noticed Jack looking upon her affectionately from the same spot by her upper legs, Alisha couldn't help but recognize that these moves by Matt and Junior were in preparation of fulfilling her worst fear within her current situation. She looked at Jack imploringly, and then quickly glared at Pauline with non-verbal outrage. And she looked back at Jack, pleading this time, "please, I can't take any more tickling. I'll do anything else, any other modelling, whatever you want."
Jack grinned and reassured her, "I appreciate that offer, but you're about to fulfill the obligations of the contract you signed earlier, and it's only a few more laughs." He finally removed his hand from her thigh and lightly double-patted her right knee with the same hand as he turned around and walked towards her right foot.
After a few more loud pleas, Alisha tried her hardest to break out of her wrist cuffs with one big pull using what little momentum she could gather. Of course, this was useless even if she was at full-strength. She could see a most gleeful appearance on Jack's son, looking straight at her with his notebook open once again, and she didn't know how to process that. Jack slowly removed the shoe from her right foot, causing her to jump slightly as a couple fingertips innocently made light contact with her stocking-clad heel. Alisha then begged one last time, pleading to Jack, Pauline, and even Matt. As her pleas were being ignored, Jack placed the shoe carefully on the silver tray underneath, and he re-positioned himself directly in front of her. Alisha couldn't see anything of significance with the rectangular pillory obscuring the view of both her feet and of Jack's hands when they were near her feet; the effect of this blind-spot caused her body to jump again and to release giggles of anxiety even though Jack had only reached out to remove her left shoe and not tickle her exposed foot. Alisha clearly knew how ticklish she was on her feet, and her body language strongly confirmed to Jack exactly what Pauline had earlier texted him about their spa pedicure. Jack took his time in removing her left shoe, being very gentle in the process while purposely building up Alisha's anticipation. He placed the left shoe on the cart next to the right one, and he kept his eyes affixed on her stocking-clad feet while moving over a step to the right as if to give both cameras and Junior a perfect view of the show.
Alisha was breathing hard, but she was short of hyper-ventilating, as she believed that she could see the current lust in Jack's eyes which did not bode well for her. He placed his left hand firmly over the tops of both of her feet, which were secured in the middle pillory holes just a few inches apart, and he traced mostly vertical lines with the index finger of his right hand down both soles, being sure to engage his slightly overgrown fingernail. Alisha was now hysterical as her feet were not physiologically designed to withstand even the simplest strokes of an expert tickler. Jack took various paths down each foot, varying pressures and speeds as he tried to determine the specific stroke types that elicited the biggest laughs and the most pull-back pressure on his left hand. However, each and every stroke seemed to elicit maximum laugh output and maximum pull-back force, and he only ever encountered these types of maximal, indistinguishable reactions with one other girl. After 56 of these strokes with the accompanying screams and laughs, there was no way he could mask the excitement of playing with a girl who was this ticklish. He wasn't embarrassed by his state, as Matt and Junior were also visibly very excited and there was no shame among each other. Jack looked at both of them and also towards Pauline with an expression on his face that read, "I can't believe this is real."
"PLEEEEEEAAASSSEEE STOOOOOPPP!" she exclaimed after the intense laughter subsided, but she was once again ignored as Jack mentally went back in time to his prior experience. He always tried to thoroughly enjoy the moment when he was working with the feet of ticklish, beautiful girls, but he couldn't help from constantly analyzing; it was this trait that allowed him to become such a devastatingly effective tickler. He noticed Pauline smiling widely at her stool as he gazed ahead in deep thought, reminiscing to the time he tickled Victoria who was the one other girl that was this comparably ticklish. While the memory of tickling her was still extremely vivid, there were specific details he sought to remember. As he quickly came back to the present, Jack unzipped the navy pouch sitting on top of the silver cart along, and he pulled out the item that completely drove Victoria insane when dragged across her stocking-clad feet. And it didn't surprise anyone in the room, except maybe Alisha who didn't know what to expect, when Jack brought out the 8-inch, wooden back-scratcher. The instrument was made visible to Alisha when Jack brought it up to his eyes to carefully inspect the edges, which he deemed fully-effective for use.
Pauline had experienced the blissful torture of having her feet tickled by that back-scratcher while barefoot and wearing stockings on more than one occasion, but she didn't know anything about its effect on Victoria having known nothing about her or that secret tickle session. Matt and Junior, on the other hand, had seen the room recorded video but they weren't there live. Now, with incredibly high expectations of witnessing something amazing for the first time in person, Junior took a step closer after jotting something else down in the notebook, and Matt made sure the main camera was perfectly focused. Standing in his standard camera-friendly position just to the right of her feet, after a quick glance back at the helpless girl, Jack firmly grabbed Alisha's two big toes with his left hand and began to stroke the back-scratcher, which he held in his right hand with the handle side up, with a constant and medium-paced motion that went up-and-down the soles of her feet. Gliding this back-scratcher over the sheer white stockings that were stretched thin across the bottoms of her feet, Jack was able to apply a very specific pressure that was greater than that which he could safely apply if he was tickling her bare feet. That particular pressure was one, if correctly applied, that would eventually cause micro-tears in the stockings after hundreds of strokes, but there was minimal room for error because too much pressure would cause immediate tears and ruin the effect he wanted to achieve. And those were the specific details he had sought in his mind when he thought back to his tickling session with Victoria. Holding those big toes securely, he worked skillfully with the fighting motion of her feet to deliver those strokes with a masterful consistency.
Alisha's laughter filled the room like only that of Victoria had before.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAAAAAAAHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOO HAAHAAHAAAAAHAHAHAHA HEHEHEHAHAHAHAAHAAAA ...," as Alisha's laughter carried on and on and on.
Jack was in a seemingly obsessive-compulsive groove that showed no sign of ending while Alisha kept laughing, and she did keep laughing longer and harder than she ever had in her 21-year-old life. Pauline, who had been watching the tickle show in a relaxed manner on the stool, stood up and came closer to view this tickle torture, which was clearly to a degree that she never witnessed or experienced; she started to feel empathy for her friend's predicament as only a girl who has been tied-and-tickled to her limit might be able to understand. Pauline stood there with one foot over the other, as her legs squeezed tight together through her jeans, with her arms extended and fingers interlocked tensely, displaying a body language that indicated a feeling of sympathy as well.
After this consummate tickling started, Junior had nothing else to add to his notebook as he was now mesmerized by the constant motion of the back-scratcher along Alisha's soles and the absolute uncontrollable laughter emanating from her tiny body. Jack always taught his son to look at everything, including the art of tickling, from a scientific point of view. He also taught Junior from the very beginning, however, to suspend one scientific principle only when it came to tickling which was evident now more than ever: a tickle action usually has a greater, and not equal, reaction. It made total sense because how could a simple light stroke from his dad's back-scratcher, which requires very little energy, create such an intense reaction via uproarious laughter, that generates very large energy? And what made this tickling session beyond perfect to Junior, who expressed similar feelings as his father through their mutual bond, was that Alisha was so deathly-ticklish and stunningly beautiful, even though her face started to become a little bit of a mess with some running eyeliner and disheveled hair that was surprisingly not in total disarray as she had been thrashing around in a state of complete overwhelming laughter for quite a while.
"NOOOOOOOOHOHOHAHAHAAAHAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAA HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHA STTAAAHHHPP IT HAHAHAHAAHAAAAAHAHAAA ...," as tears from intense pleasure began to accompany Alisha's nonstop laughter.
Though not a tickling-fetishist by nature, Matt fully enjoyed his role from the perspective of both a foot-fetishist and high-heel-fetishist. He loved both the sexy feet of young attractive women and the absolutely hot look of these women in high heels. Being around these girls and photographing them had always been a dream come true by itself. And the concept of forcing these beautiful and helpless girls into uncontrollable laughter through something as innocuous as tickling their soft feet was very exciting for even someone like him to witness. Certainly, he would have preferred watching Jack use the back-scratcher to tickle Alisha's bare feet, but the night was still young; granted, it seemed obvious that Alisha didn't have much left. Perhaps Jack was right as he often is, and Alisha would voluntarily return for a session that involved bare foot tickling. It seemed unlikely though because he could sense the torture she was experiencing behind the endless laughter, and it made no sense why she would willfully undergo this tickle-torture again, unless maybe Pauline was super-persuasive. In his time at L&G, Matt was fortunate to play with the feet of many of the returning girls, including Pauline, and he knew that she had a unique ability to persuade him to do anything with her incredibly soft soles and ten toes. Of course, he knew that level of persuasion would only extend to men like him, but nevertheless, Matt was always an optimistic young fellow. At 33 years of age, with 2 years of experience at L&G, Matt unsurprisingly began to enjoy all forms of tickling that extended beyond the bare feet, which is why he was truly aroused at this point in the shoot without having yet glimpsed the sexy soles that she surely possessed.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAA I HAHAHAHAHAAAA NOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA EEEEEEEK HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA PUHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAAA HAAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAHAHAHAAAA ...," sounding as if she was on an extended repeat with the volume on max while the back-scratcher titillated the nerve endings across the bottoms of her feet, tickling every square inch from just under her toes down to her heels. Tears flew more frequently now, and her resistance was so shot that it seemed Jack could take his grip off her toes; but he wouldn't and couldn't change a thing when he had a girl in such a state that sounded like she was in total euphoria when in fact he was the one that was truly in complete exhilaration. He kept on stroking her feet, which had undoubtedly gone on for over 10 minutes, as he started to notice some very small tears starting to emerge in her stockings.
Her laughter was more symphonic than repetitive to Jack's ears, and he was truly living in the moment as he put aside real-time analysis because he knew this was an experience that wouldn't come around very often. Not to mention, there wasn't much to analyze here except to document the maximum length of time during which this perfect tickling-and-laughing scenario would last, and later to figure out what variables could be adjusted to extend this time duration. In his thirty years of tickling, he had only experienced this level of tickling perfection with Victoria just over three years ago and with his current ticklee now. He had skillfully made the tickling beyond unbearable for both of them after quickly realizing that their bodies' only capable response was intense laughter. He could have continued tickling Alisha like this for several hours, but he could hear her laughter starting to fade rather quickly. "The laws of physics back to work," he thought to himself as continued to stroke away with the back-scratcher not at all concerned that he might be tickling her to death. It was of course concerning with Victoria when he first took a girl to such a limit, but with so many similarities, he learned to expect the same ultimate result which occurred after 22 more seconds of stroking. Alisha passed out.
It was an absolutely amazing experience, one that he wished for Junior and himself again in the near future, but he couldn't help but feel a little saddened at the moment that it was suddenly all over. "It's OK, she just passed out," he said to reassure everyone in the room, and added, "it happens with girls that are this ticklish," as he placed the back-scratcher back on the cart.
"Is it over now?" Pauline asked earnestly on her friend's behalf.
Jack thought for a second, knowing that he couldn't put Alisha through this level of tickling again tonight, and for Pauline's benefit, he carefully responded, "I need to put her through one more short cycle of light tickling." Then he added, "but don't worry," as he read the look on Pauline's face. "You know I take the best care of all my ticklish girls," he said while flashing that genuine smile that seemed to put anyone at ease. He then told Junior to take Pauline out to the main floor and work on his underarm tickling techniques, and they both happily obliged.
Matt halted the recording on both cameras while Jack thought for another second. After Junior closed the door behind him when he exited the room with Pauline, Jack said, "the horse," towards his trusted employee. If there was one cycle left, Matt knew this was going to end with either the horse or the L-shaped pillar, but he didn't fully know the inner workings of Jack's mind well enough yet to venture a guess that wasn't anything but 50/50. Jack and Matt worked together to carefully unstrap her wrists and placed her arms delicately by her sides. Matt went over to release the pressure cuffs around her ankles and then unlocked her ankles from the pillory, while Jack observed that Alisha's wrists were only slightly pink which was a credit to the safety and comfort of his bondage equipment.
"Stockings on or off?" Matt asked, to which Jack gave an immediate "off" response with a smile. Matt responded with a bigger smile as he then slowly removed the stockings from her incredibly sexy, smooth, tanned legs that were firm and shapely without being visibly muscular. During the stocking removal, Matt felt another rush of blood below the belt as the immense joy of feeling and caressing her legs culminated with the reveal of perfectly flawless feet; Alisha's feet were just as sexy and soft as Pauline's feet but a size smaller and a little slenderer. He felt somewhat guilty as he rubbed on each foot for a little bit while taking advantage as she was passed out, but at the same time, he felt that her feet were too irresistible for an objective judge to deem him anything but innocent. They were so soft, and the thought of such soft feet enduring that type of endless back-scratcher-tickling seemed like cruel-and-unusual punishment. "If she was awake, as ticklish as she is, she'd probably be laughing her head off from those light rubs," he delightfully thought to himself.
Jack let Matt enjoy himself for those few minutes as he thought back to how well the night went. Matt had placed the stockings in a loose ball on top of the cart, and he stepped aside briefly as Jack quickly inspected Alisha's feet to see if he could see any scratch marks. As her ankles laid suspended in the bottom part of the pillory, Jack gave a close inspection to see just one light mark on her right foot and two light marks on her left foot, all barely observable in the middle of both soles. He also noticed that Alisha's feet were gorgeous, and while he loved Pauline's sensational feet like everyone else in the world with good taste, the perfection of these feet could once again only be compared to those of Victoria. Certainly, the thought of bias came abruptly to his mind because he was always partial to more ticklish girls; but he carefully observed her feet again, examining the soft feel and her perfect toes and every other important feature that made him realize that he wasn't being biased. And this was why Jack knew that he needed to complete that one final cycle of tickling with this super-sexy and super-ticklish girl, in case she never returned.
Overall, it had taken Alisha almost thirty minutes to come around again after passing out this second time from the back-scratcher tickling, during which time Jack and Matt continued to carefully move the barefoot beauty from the chair to the horse per Jack’s earlier determination. Once again, the two men worked highly efficiently to get her strapped onto the new device in minutes; her wrists were locked overhead to the cuffs attached on the vertical pole in front of her; her ankles were cuffed to the padded protrusions that extended out from the sides of the bondage horse that put her in a full kneeling position while elevated 36 inches off the ground. Her knees were also strapped to each protrusion, which left her bare feet totally vulnerable in a forced, upward-facing position. After securing her on this new device, Matt rearranged his cameras accordingly. Jack, meanwhile, wheeled the silver cart over to the bondage horse, and he grabbed the pair of red heels that were sitting on top of the cart before heading to his desk where he packaged them neatly into one of the empty shoe-boxes. He obtained a business card and another cash envelope from the center drawer, and he handed those items, along with the shoe-box, over to Matt who was instructed to repackage Alisha’s gift bag. Once he returned to the room, Matt began to quietly review the photos and videos on his cameras and transfer them to a new USB drive, while Jack sat at his desk and continued to edit earlier video footage on his laptop. As they impatiently waited for Alisha to regain consciousness so that Jack could engage in more highly-coveted foot play, only the sounds of Martina’s earlier laughter emanating from Jack’s computer broke the silence.
Eventually, Alisha started to come around and before she regained full consciousness, Matt alerted Jack to this fact. He immediately closed his laptop and took a seated position on a stool right behind the horse. Soon, Jack began to use his fingertips to lightly tickle the sensitive bare feet that directly faced him as Alisha found herself immobile again enduring strokes of pleasure that involuntarily induced enjoyable bursts of laughter. For the next eight-and-a-half minutes, with multiple cameras recording, Jack was also verbally role-playing a scene, where he was a naughty tickler who had to convince Santa Alisha that he needed to be put on the nice list. Not needing to be coached on role-play tactics, Alisha had been forced into immediate laughter causing her to instantly and naturally acquiesce, but Jack wanted to maintain this scene for a while. He kept tickling her perfectly flawless feet with his fingers, making her laugh uncontrollably with each delicate stroke, as he playfully called her a liar and expressed the need for more foot-tickling to truly convince her. And just after eight minutes, the direct physical contact with Alisha's sensational feet while tickling them to the pleasurable sound of her laughter rapidly built up Jack's excitement to incredibly high levels that he exploded in his pants. He could hardly be blamed for a premature release since these constant feelings had been stirring since the early evening with Martina and they continued to get magnified.
As he quickly tried to regain composure, Jack switched to the black stiff feather that he pulled out of the pouch from the nearby cart. He lightly flexed the tip of the stiff black feather across her bare soles and toes, switching randomly between her right and left feet. That particular feather worked extremely well with some pairs of mildly-ticklish feet and with every pair of wildly-ticklish feet. Faced with the latter, there was no surprise that the tip of this feather was inflicting heavy damage on Alisha's super-soft, ticklish feet. And as with the finger-tickling that preceded, Alisha was back in full laughter, though not with the same crazy intensity that had been generated earlier by the back-scratcher; at times she pulled on her restraints and tried to wiggle her feet away, but that was all to no avail as she looked back multiple times to see Jack smiling and tickling the bottoms of her feet. After twelve minutes of just the feather, while engaged in the same Christmas-themed roleplay, Jack found himself in a similar state of excitement again due to the combination of her extreme sensitivity to light feather tickles and her sweet-sounding laughter. While tickling her right foot with the feather, he lightly grazed his left fingertips across her left sole, and a sudden burst of laughter from Alisha caused a second sudden burst in Jack’s pants. Jack finally reached the perfect stopping point as Alisha had already endured a year’s worth of laughter. He placed the feather down on the cart and he got up from the stool, motioning to Matt that the session was now over. Matt terminated his live recordings while Jack simultaneously ended the room recordings through his phone app.
Jack cautiously went over to Alisha, who was catching her breath while still locked in bondage to the horse, and he gave her a polite kiss on the cheek and thanked her for the entire night’s work. Alisha didn’t respond very actively as she was still recovering but continued to listen. He explained that there was a large store bag for her in the wardrobe area that included a $1,000 bonus and a pair of flip-flops for current use, understanding that she would have a difficult time walking out of the store in stilettos. Also, inside the bag, Jack told her that she would find two pairs of designer high heels worth over $1,000 total, which included the red Gucci pair and a second pair of new Jimmy Choo shoes which were in the same exact style to replace the old, off-brand ones in which she came. Jack then left the room and went out to the main floor, where Junior had been straddling Pauline and tickling her underarms for way too long. A few minutes later, a messy Pauline entered the room just as Matt finished unlocking a messier Alisha from the horse and helped her down. Pauline said good-bye to Matt as she led Alisha into the wardrobe and changing room, helping to guide her weary friend by the arm.
As Alisha changed inside the closed room after gathering more strength, she kept a full conversation going with Pauline that started off heated but cooled down noticeably as Pauline had all the right answers. During their back-and-forth conversation, Pauline easily convinced Alisha that this kind of “pleasurable” torture was well worth the money and gifts she earned, and it was literally the best kept secret worth keeping. It now made full sense to Alisha how Pauline was driving a brand-new Lexus with only a modest job. Alisha then expressed her feelings of violation by the non-consensual nature of the tickling and bondage, but Pauline explained the necessity of it for the first time, without which she may not have been set up to make this kind of money through future, consensual visits. And it was annoying Alisha that Pauline’s answers made sense and carried reason. She further convinced Alisha that Jack, Junior, and Matt were all really nice guys with whom she’s worked with for almost two years, and that the non-sexual videos filmed for Jack’s private collection were in fact non-sexual videos. Once Alisha changed back into her original clothes, she opted to slip on the pink flip-flops right at the top of her gift bag. She quickly browsed through the remaining contents of the bag, and everything that Jack said would be included was confirmed. She slipped her pink clutch inside the bag, and eventually walked out the store with Pauline. Mindful of Pauline’s answers and internally ecstatic about the cash she earned that night, Alisha quite incredibly gave Jack and Junior both a genuine smile and a polite hand wave as she flashed her gorgeous blue eyes towards them on her way out. In stride with Alisha, Pauline said good-night to both men as Jack held the door open for the girls once they exited the studio room on their way out of the store. With Junior standing next to Jack just inside the doorway, the father and son smiled back at the girls as Jack cheerfully wished them both a good night. Sharing that familial bond, the eyes of both men naturally gravitated straight to Alisha’s feet as she walked away with Pauline.
After a brief conversation with his son as both a father and mentor, Jack returned to his office area where Matt was still lingering and waited to hand Jack another USB drive that was labelled with "Alisha" in a black sharpie. Jack thanked Matt for his help that night and offered a high-five, before asking him to take Junior home which Matt willingly agreed to do. Jack sat down at his desk, set Alisha's USB aside, reflected on the recent events of that night, and eventually realized that the compound didn't affect Alisha's ticklishness in a negative manner, but rather, it just delayed her breaking point by about ten percent. "What if I tripled the concentration of the compound?" he briefly thought to himself before getting back to work. He continued editing Martina's video footage for another 20 minutes before uploading it to a secure site that sent an e-mail notification to her uncle. Jack then removed Martina's USB from his powerful laptop, and he brought it with him as he opened the locked door that was next to his desk.
Behind that door was a long and wide hallway that ran the length of the room. It served as a clean, private storage area for Jack that contained five large black bookcases that were each eight-feet-tall and four-feet-wide, while stacked adjacent to each other along one side of the wall. These bookcases didn’t contain books but instead almost 80 pairs of female shoes, most of which were high heels, with a labelled USB drive next to each pair. He approached the bottom of the middle bookcase where he returned Martina’s updated USB drive back to its original spot next to her old pair of black, suede, lace-up heels with the 4.25-inch stilettos. He then moved over to the first bookcase and rearranged the items there, while maintaining everything neatly in the same alphabetic order, to make some additional room. He went back to his desk and returned with Alisha’s blue, open-toed pumps which he placed in the newly-created space on the shelf to update his trophy case. While inside, he finally went over to the large, four-foot-tall, concrete combination safe that was placed snugly between the fifth bookcase and the far corner of the hallway. Upon opening the mostly-empty safe, there was a pair of gold, ankle strap, open-toe sandals with 4.5-inch heels prominently positioned on the top shelf, and next to it was a USB drive labelled “Victoria Justice” that Jack took back to his desk as he planned to spend the rest of the night looking at comparative video coverage between her and Alisha.
Alisha eventually returned back to her apartment, and fell asleep immediately with a smile on her face, but not before putting the additional $1000 cash and Jack's business card safely away in her clutch and realizing the answer to Jack’s incredulous question.
Martina had returned to her home hours earlier, where she still lived with both of her parents. She went to her room and privately called her Uncle Bichara. He was both a small business owner, who operated a specialized bottle-water distribution center, and a priest. He led his own church which was independent from Martina's church but within the same Coptic denomination, at a two-hour-driving distance away from her near where he lived. She called him at the perfect time as he had just taken a break from disciplining three of his parishioners, two 18-year-old twin girls and one of their female friends, for bullying. With great interest upon seeing her name on the Caller ID, he answered the phone. After quick pleasantries, she told him that she called him specifically because she needed to confess to someone who she trusts. Martina then confessed to taking a modelling gig in which she knew that she would be "groped by the gentleman offering the gig" but was desperate to build her portfolio. Amused by her choice of words, Uncle Bichara was already fully aware about the kind of "groping" she was talking about. In fact, he had been expecting to receive the video later that night. His niece also wanted to express a legitimate fear that a girl from her former high school class might know her shameful secret because of their accidental encounter. Uncle Bichara noted the name, Alisha Fernandes, and he subsequently convinced his niece not to worry about someone else revealing her secret because God would protect her if she truly repented. He apologized for having to cut the call short, having already given the teen bullies too long of a break, and he promised to call Martina the following morning. He went back into his personal prayer room at the church, where the three girls were lying face down on a table next to each other, with their wrists tied behind their backs and their ankles tied together as their bare feet hung over the table's edge. Utilizing one of the old techniques that were advanced in his home country, techniques that he would soon personally apply to Martina's former classmate, he picked up the old basting brush, he re-dipped the stiff bristles into the container of a rare, imported oil, and he resumed brushing all six feet as there were two more hours of punishment remaining and the church was once again was filled with intense, uncontrollable laughter.
The L&G Files: Alisha Fernandes
Alisha Fernandes didn't consider herself "model-gorgeous," though she clearly had the looks to think so. Standing tall at 5'4" without heels, she worked hard to possess her perfectly thin and tone body that resembled that of a collegiate tennis player with pert B-cup breasts, a tight-and-shapely ass, a small-and-tight core, long legs, and moderately-tanned skin. Her figure and tan skin, however, weren't the result of hitting thousands of backhands in the sun because, in truth, she wasn't an athlete; rather, it was the product of spending five days a week in the gym and acquiring Cuban genetics from her father's side. Long straight black hair and gleaming blue eyes on Alisha's perfectly symmetrical face completed the modelesque look of the 21-year-old beauty.
And so, when opportunity presented itself, Alisha was ready. Her relatively new friend from the gym, Pauline, with whom she had been working out for the last three-and-a-half months, told her about the modelling gig she performed late last year along with the money she made, and Alisha took immediate interest since she didn’t make very much as a part-time Massage Envy receptionist. During that conversation which occurred in the locker room post-workout, Pauline further explained how she subsequently became friends with the owner of the independent shoe-store who offered the gig and knows that he is always looking for new models for various holiday-themed promotional shoots. According to Pauline, referring to her previous experience and knowledge, these are straightforward modelling shoots that are always performed in-house where photos are taken of models in sexy themed outfits and various heels for published store advertisements. As they talked and gathered their belongings from their lockers before exiting the locker room, Pauline showed Alisha photos saved to her phone from her shoot for last year's Christmas campaign, and the professional quality of the photos greatly impressed Alisha to the point that it was a no-brainer to utilize Pauline's connection for the extra, easy income. Once Alisha formally expressed interest, Pauline told her to expect a call later in the day from the owner, Jack, as they said good-bye to each other and headed towards their respective cars. Pauline got into her silver Lexus coupe, sent a long text to Jack along with a couple of photo attachments from Alisha's Instagram, and drove home following that mid-morning workout.
Alisha's friendship with Pauline developed somewhat rapidly after meeting through a casual encounter at their gym. Beauty may be subjective, but it was an unequivocal fact that Alisha and Pauline were the two most attractive members of that gym, and possibly the city as a whole; and while this could have made them rivals, the two exquisitely beautiful girls also faced similar issues that forged a quick friendship between them. Male members would often attempt to hit on them (especially when they used to work out alone), sneakily take candid photos, and do other creepy things that forced them to put on their earphones and keep to themselves. Consequently, after meeting and realizing they were easily compatible as friends, they became workout partners which provided them both with an extra sense of security and more freedom at the gym. And neither girl felt threatened by the other as they were both perfect-tens, each obtaining an equal share of glances and stares during their workouts together. Pauline was one year older and endowed with an equally stunning yet different look as all-American girl with long wavy brown hair, brown eyes, pouty lips, and a gorgeous smile that showed off her perfect white teeth. She was 5'5" with a slightly curvier figure than Alisha given her full C-cup breasts, plumper ass, and thicker thighs that was all put together in a sensationally tight body which resulted in her modelling pictures being featured on various sites across the internet. Pauline's modelling experience was well-known to Alisha, so both Pauline's recommendation and friendship offered Alisha a true sense of comfort when she took the call from Jack at 2:33 PM that afternoon.
Alisha didn't recognize the caller but answered the unknown local number expecting it to be Pauline's contact. Sure enough, the caller was Jack who explained to Alisha in a very friendly manner that Pauline had forwarded her contact information along with a couple recent pics, and he stated that he had an immediate shoot for her paying $1,000 cash if she wants it. Before taking an answer, he continued to elaborate that the photographer he uses is phenomenal even if the model has no experience and that this shoot would feature Christmas-style lingerie and high heels as Pauline had similarly described. Alisha happily accepted without any questions, and she proceeded to give answers to the size questions posed, informing Jack that she wears a size 6 shoe and confirming that she wears extra-small-sized lingerie as she is generally in between a size 0 to 1. Jack asked about her availability that night, and following her positive response, Jack told her to meet the photographer and him at the 9pm closing time at the L&G shoe-store, which was fortunately located at the outdoor mall only 10 minutes away from her apartment. Before concluding the call, he gave her freedom to style her own hair and make-up in her most preferred glamour fashion and to wear her choice of comfortable clothes and high heels for any initial test shots.
After taking a couple hours to get ready, in which she further straightened her black hair and achieved a sultry look through her makeup going with heavy lashes, reddish eye shadow, and bold red lips, Alisha arrived at L&G a little early, at 8:51 PM. There, right outside the entrance, she saw a huge poster of Pauline through the window store-front featuring one of the images that Pauline showed her earlier in the day which had her dressed as a sexy elf sitting on a bag of toys with crossed legs wearing striped thigh highs and sexy black heels. "That might be me," Alisha thought to herself before she walked inside to see a young male employee fitting heels on a similarly young female customer wearing tight blue jeans and a red sweatshirt of the local university. Standing near the entrance, Alisha watched as this customer let out a few giggles and exclaimed playfully "hey, no unfair tickling" as the employee smiled back at her and lightheartedly apologized while continuing to fit the heel on her foot at the black loveseat stationed in the middle of the room. The customer eventually stood up to model a fashionable pair of 4-inch white pumps in front of a nearby mirror, while the employee arose from his crouching position and looked towards the incredibly attractive girl who just walked inside to cheerfully ask "hi, you must be Alisha?"
"Yes I am" she responded.
After looking at his watch, he kindly replied, "well if you have a seat over there, my dad will see you in a couple minutes," while motioning to the area where two white chairs were placed along the window store-front between the entrance and register counter.
Alisha, who was dressed in a black, long-sleeve, V-neck shirt showing a little midriff and in denim, mid-rise, skinny jeans, followed the young man's cue and took a few steps in her blue, 4.5-inch, open-toed pumps over to those fancy customer chairs. She sat down in the first chair which she discovered to be extremely comfortable as she sunk deep into the polyester-wrapped cushioning before crossing her legs. There, she casually flipped between using her iPhone and surveying a store that she surprisingly never visited before, despite its proximity to her apartment. She noticed additional photo advertisements inside the store which included another Christmas-themed picture of Pauline, one of a girl from her old high school class who she barely recognized because she appeared more glamorous than she remembered, and few of other unknown attractive models. After a couple minutes, Alisha overheard the customer acknowledge to the employee that she wanted to buy those heels and noticed the two return to the loveseat where the very hands-on employee helped remove the new heels with more giggling from the customer. Suddenly and surprisingly, Alisha saw that girl in the photo ad from her high school class, Martina Bexman, exit from a closed door located behind the register with a rare smile on her face. Martina's hair was also fairly disheveled that she was smoothing it out with one hand while carrying a big store bag in the other. They glanced directly at each other as Martina walked straight out of the store, and they seemed to acknowledge each other for that brief second. Martina, a very cute and skinny Egyptian girl with long wavy black hair, brown eyes, and light brown skin, looked much the same to Alisha as she did in high school, but sexier that night which was likely the effect of donning a tight, black miniskirt dress and silver high heel sandals. From Alisha's perspective, Martina always seemed to be a little bitchy and standoffish in high school as she only had few friends and never seemed to look happy, which was why it caught Alisha off-guard to see Martina with a smile on her face as she exited that room, though not surprisingly, that smile turned quickly to a judgmental glare when she looked right at Alisha in passing.
Just as Martina exited the store and before Alisha could further process what she just witnessed, an older gentleman, dressed in black suit pants and a white-collared shirt with rolled up sleeves, also emerged from that same room. He directly approached her as he came around the register counter, prompting Alisha to silence her phone and slip it into her pink, medium-sized, Michael Kors clutch. "Alisha, I'm Jack, pleasure to meet you," he said as he bent down slightly from the waist to affectionately extend his hand out towards Alisha's hand. In that moment, he tried to maintain solid eye contact, but he couldn't help but give her a quick once-over down to her sexy blue heels and back up to her eyes. She politely greeted him in return and shook his hand, before using his same hand slightly for leverage to arise from the plush chair while grabbing hold of her clutch in her free hand. With a warm smile on his face, Jack used his other hand to make a gesturing motion to that back room as he beckoned her, "follow me and we can get started." Alisha followed Jack around the counter to the back door, and Jack allowed her to enter first as he stayed behind a few seconds to whisper something to his son who himself had just approached the register to ring out that last customer for the day.
Alisha was shocked at the spaciousness of this white-walled, back room which was set up as a proper photography studio with a white backdrop extending onto the floor, professional box lights, two chairs, and additional props to the side. The photographer was already there adjusting his expensive-looking camera equipment, and he immediately gave Alisha a warm welcome while introducing himself as soon as she entered. Shortly thereafter, Jack entered and gently closed the door behind him for studio privacy. Some introductory small talk followed, and Alisha innocently asked if the previous girl was modelling for the same shoot. Jack explained that she was there for a different promotional shoot, and he causally threw in an interesting tidbit that he was doing it as a favor to her uncle. He didn't go into further details, but Alisha knew her family was well-to-do and just assumed her uncle was using his resources to help further a potential modelling career for Martina that seemed unlikely to take off. At his request, Alisha followed Jack over to the waist-high, open-shelving unit at one side of the room next to another closed door, where he provided her with a pen and a stapled, 3-page model release form that was printed in a very small and difficult-to-read font size. He explained it was arduously lengthy because it involved giving the store permission to use her likeness for advertising, so he openly suggested that she read through it while simultaneously implying it was all very standard. Wanting to get the shoot completed since it was already starting to get late into the night, Alisha perused the contract very briefly, flipping through each page while only reading the underlined section headers and ignoring the fine print as Jack fully expected. She signed and dated the third page before handing both the contract and pen back to Jack. He graciously thanked her and handed over an open envelope filled with $100 bills inside and labelled with "$1,000" outside. After Alisha slipped that envelope into her clutch next to her silenced phone, Jack told her that he'd be working in his office but would see her before the shoot ended, and he then left her in the hands of Matt, the photographer. With the signed contract in hand, Jack grabbed a USB drive that Matt had ready to hand over, and he proceeded through yet another door, at the rear of the room, that was partially obscured by the white backdrop.
Matt then took full control of the shoot as he had Alisha store her clutch on the shelving area and directed her over to the white backdrop where he was ready to take some test shots. Alisha had never done any professional modelling before, but she immediately felt experienced upon taking Matt's easy-to-follow directions. Matt, a 6'2"-tall, moderately overweight, fun-loving photographer who had been casually dressed in khakis and a tucked white polo shirt, was able to exert professionalism while maintaining a friendly and comfortable setting. After a few minutes of efficiently taking several shots from multiple standing poses, Matt told her that he would review these test shots while she changed in the room that was located through that door next to the shelving unit. Before beginning this review, he courteously opened the door for her, through which he pointed out the new wardrobe selection that was purchased and set aside for her. Alisha grabbed her clutch off the shelf prior to entering, and Matt closed the door behind her to give her the appropriate privacy.
The door had opened to a tight wardrobe area containing a full costume rack tucked along the right side of the room, which she first observed as she stood in front of the closed door behind her. There was also a large changing area to the left side through an open doorway and a two-layered aluminum table directly in front of her. The wardrobe that Matt pointed out was placed on the top layer of that table, and there, Alisha delightfully inspected the items which included: a red, sheer, sparkling bra with a tie-back closure to go around the neck and a fluffy white, ruffled under-bust; a matching red panty; a matching red, micro-mini garter skirt with garter straps and a fluffy white, ruffled bottom; a pair of white thigh high stockings with lace tops; and an incredible, eye-catching pair of all-red, Gucci, 5-inch high heel sandals with half-inch platforms, criss-cross pleated straps over the front, and wrap-around ankle straps each adorned with a rear bow. She carefully gathered these items and took them with her into the changing area. This spacious area was furnished with two mounted, full-length mirrors, a sturdy bench along one side, a full-length counter attached to the wall on the opposite side equipped with a large sink at the end, additional 4-foot mirror blocks that spanned above the length of the counter from wall-to-wall, and two chrome stools with black cushion bucket seats by the counter. Using the bench for ease, it took Alisha a little over five minutes to fully undress and change into the sexy Santa outfit provided to her. She then moved to the counter to retouch her lipstick and mascara contained within her pink clutch, fixed her hair, and checked herself from all directions in the full-length mirror to make sure everything looked perfect. “This is too easy for a thousand dollars,” she thought to herself during a final glance in the mirror while realizing she had been lucky to have gone with Pauline to the spa yesterday for matching red manicures and pedicures. Finally, she relocated all her belongings over to the table in the wardrobe area before reentering the studio room. Matt, who was working by his camera, gave a distinct facial expression and a barely audible gasp to indicate how breathtaking she looked in that outfit.
Just over fifteen minutes of quality photography ensued, which included posing by herself, with a chair, and with various Christmas props that included a large, light-weight, wrapped gift box. Alisha and Matt were having a great time while exhibiting excellent chemistry. As promised, Jack emerged from his office behind the backdrop to carefully check on the progress without wanting to interrupt but desiring to see the Santa-dressed beauty. Fortunately, Alisha had just finished a set with the gift box prop, and she was very grateful for the small, unopened water bottle that Jack offered to her. Not realizing how much energy she would be expending, Alisha twisted the L&G-branded water bottle open and quickly gulped the entire four ounces before handing the empty bottle back to Jack, who was admiring her beauty while subtly fixated on her tight little torso and perfectly-shaped legs.
"About ten more minutes?" Jack asked, to which Matt gave him a positive response while simultaneously giving Alisha the assumption that there were only ten minutes left in the shoot. Jack returned to his office area while Matt removed the gift box from the active shooting area and handed Alisha a cute Santa hat to wear. Matt advised her that this last set of photographs was to take place with her sitting and lying down on the ground. Alisha took a seat on the white-canvassed backdrop, that dropped from the ceiling and extended onto the floor all the way to Matt's camera tripod, where she continued to take instruction. Almost five minutes later, as she was posing sideways on her stomach with her knees bent and heels up, looking exceptionally cute with the Santa hat, Alisha complained about a sudden tired feeling. Matt explained that it was natural, especially for first-time models, and he had her flip onto her back and close her eyes for a minute to relax. She then extended her legs straight out, closed her eyes without hesitation, and heard Matt continue to speak without understanding a word he was saying. She was completely out fifteen seconds later ...
Jack went out to edge of the floor area, where the blinds of the now-locked store were pulled down, and briefly admonished his son. "Junior! Stop tickling Pauline's feet and bring her in here now please," he asserted sternly before going back to the office area through the studio. Junior immediately stopped finger-stroking the sole of Pauline's high-crossed right leg, which, after just twelve minutes, felt like putting down chocolate cake after just one bite to the ravenous 19-year-old boy; as a result, Pauline stopped laughing like a silly schoolgirl while releasing the death grip she had on loveseat cushion. Jack Kittles, Jr., affectionately called Junior by most, hastily helped Pauline's naked foot back into her black 4-inch pump, and then he gave her a helping hand up from the seat after he rapidly got himself up from his familiar crouching position. Wearing her long hair down and a little more teased for the night-time, Pauline, who was dressed in tight blue jeans and a sleeveless, pink, floral-lace crop top with a high neckline, was fully trying to catch her breath while being led at the hand by the fast-moving Junior. He led her through the now-empty studio and into the office behind the backdrop. Never wanting to disappoint his father, but also excited about the upcoming events, Junior promptly brought Pauline with him into the office area where there was now a full-house.
It wasn't an office in the traditional sense, but it was Jack's favorite place of business where he got his most important work done. In what was yet another spacious room contained within a seemingly modest shoe-store, the only true office equipment inside there was in the back corner of the room: a large, oak desk, on which sat a couple of shoe boxes and a laptop, along with a black, executive chair. Potentially office-related were a few mobile stools and a small silver cart with wheels on top of which lay a zipped, navy-blue pouch. Shockingly, everything else was expensive, custom-made bondage equipment constructed mostly of cherry hickory wood, black leather padding, and steel. Mounted on one of the walls was the padded, X-shaped Saint Andrew's Cross with four leather cuffs attached to four of the many available attachment points. Scattered around the middle of the room were four devices, three of which included the (1) the padded bondage table with adjustable-length leather cuffs attached to the four corners and a detachable foot pillory, (2) the L-shaped device that was padded along the wide inside edges with a vertically-sliding stock mechanism at the top, and (3) the horse-shaped device with a vertical pole on one end that contained a dual-cuff on a sliding mechanism, a fully padded "saddle", and padded protrusions on both sides about fifteen inches under the "saddle" each with an attached cuff and strap.
In the geometric center of the room was the fourth and final device: a large padded chair shaped like an upright dental chair where the leg length could be mechanically-adjusted and the lower leg rest was elevated to a height of about one foot over the seat level. However, this "chair" was vastly different from its dental equivalent: there was an attached four-hole foot pillory at the end of the lower leg rest; and the armrests were replaced with a tall vertical extension attached to the slightly-angled back of the chair along with two adjustable-length, leather cuffs that spanned from the back of this extension and come over the top through tight, fixed loops. And currently within that chair, which had its fair share of beautiful occupants, was the gorgeous and knocked-out Alisha.
Alisha's body went limp in the studio twenty minutes ago, but it only took Jack and Matt five minutes to easily carry her and strap her into the chair, which had long become their standard of efficient and optimal teamwork. Leaving her Santa hat on the ground behind but keeping her in the same sexy outfit, they first secured her wrists into the overhead cuffs while adjusting the strap lengths to give just one inch of leeway. Next, they locked her ankles inside the inner two holes of the attached pillory that was constructed with a simple hinging top-half and a sliding bolt mechanism along the opening side to secure both halves; because of her extremely slender ankles, the upper and lower padded holes of the pillory were electronically expanded around her ankles, each by its own dedicated switch on the inner side of the pillory, to secure a nice, tight fit. Finally, strong but thin elastic bands, which anchored to designated hooks on each side of the chair, were placed across her knees and across her waist to keep Alisha securely in place.
Over the next fifteen minutes, without needing direction, Matt moved and set up his equipment around the dormant girl, even though there were already several hidden cameras built into the high-tech room for instant recording. In the process, Matt replaced his digital camera with a more professional video camera. He also went into the wardrobe area and brought back Alisha's blue open-toed pumps which he placed on Jack's desk. Finally, he went onto the main floor to get one of the large store bags from behind the counter, which he took to the inventory room on the other side of the store to prepare a gift bag that was eventually left in the wardrobe area next to Alisha's other items. Meanwhile, Jack went back to his laptop on his corner desk to continue editing earlier video footage as soon as Alisha had been secured. Around the same time, Junior had opened the door for the invited friend of Alisha before locking the store down and practicing specific techniques on the very easy-to-tickle girl, during which Matt casually strolled by once with an empty bag and once with a full bag focused on his task. And by the time those fifteen minutes passed, Jack activated the hidden camera system and ordered Junior to bring Pauline into the room, calculating that it would take twenty minutes for Alisha to awake from sedation given the half-life of the drugged water and her body weight.
Even though the modified gamma-hydroxybutyrate compound, that was dissolved in the water bottle, helped to greatly lower both fear and inhibitions, Jack generally didn't prefer to use it because it also lowered ticklishness by 10% based on his experiences with girls who later became consensual participants, like Pauline. As an extra layer of compliance, when it came specifically to Pauline's friends, Jack always brought Pauline as an aide since was always talented at putting her friends' minds at ease when they realize that they've been secured involuntarily. And Pauline was even better with her friends post-session that most of them eventually became consensual partners, so she was beyond a valuable asset to Jack. Not to mention, Pauline loved being tickled so much that she had willingly helped with Junior's development and gladly enjoyed the voyeur aspect of watching her friends get tickled. Upon entering, Pauline took her familiar position standing next to the chair by her friend's left side, with Jack moving to his starting spot directly behind the vertical extension that separated him from Alisha. Matt was stationed at his usual place behind his camera while Junior sat on a stool further away with a pen and notebook that he grabbed out of one of drawers from the corner desk. With everyone in place and twenty minutes having passed, Jack reached out and squeezed Alisha's ribs deeply from behind. She began to squirm slightly which was Jack's signal to pull his hands back to his sides. At this point, Pauline was lightly shaking Alisha and calling out her name.
"What's going on ... where am I? Alisha asked sluggishly.
"You're still at the shoot. Do you remember? You passed out but you're OK. Now, listen, you are tied up, but you kinda need to be for this last part of the shoot, it's OK" Pauline answered.
"No, please, I don't want to be tied," she said with a mild, vocal resistance, while looking around as the light continued to fill her eyes, now seeing Matt and Jack's son there in the room along with Pauline. Pulling on her restraints to little avail, she looked up and saw her wrists in cuffs after seeing her ankles locked into some weird contraption from which her legs could not pull out.
Pauline then placed a hand delicately on her elbow, and softly whispered to her, "relax, babe, I won't let anything happen to you," and Pauline seemed satisfied. She looked back to Jack and gave him a very subtle nod of approval.
And as Pauline pulled back a few steps, Jack's hands reached forward again from behind, this time making gentler contact with the sides of the now more alert but somewhat dazed, half-Cuban beauty who was unable to escape from fingers that were contacting her sides with obvious tickling intentions. And as those fingers made squeezing-type motions along her sides and waves towards her belly-button, she couldn't keep from laughing as she was being physically stimulated in a non-threatening way. Alisha had of course been playfully tickled along her sides numerous times in her life, but each previous time, there was an available defensive reply after a natural giggle response. Laughter had been her typical response to more prolonged tickling, but she only ever dealt with that at spas where she had ample time to mentally prepare herself for those incidental pedicure tickles of relatively short duration. This was clearly different, as she was now dealing with an extended period of laughter being forced upon her by someone purposely trying to tickle her.
Being explored all over her fully-exposed sides and midriff, with various pressures and angles of attack by undeniably skilled fingertips, Alisha alternated between arching her back to instinctively move her body away from the tickling fingers coming from behind, fully contracting her core as she pulled hard on the wrist restraints through another innate response to those wiggling fingers, and completely letting go as the laughter often overtook her natural defense mechanisms. "Pleeeeeheheheeeease nooooo hahahahahahahaaaahahaaaa," was all Alisha could verbalize over and over, as she'd look down at those malicious fingers and realized that they were accomplishing the task they set out to do. And while everything seemed to happen so fast once the tickling started, she became cognizant at some point that those were the tickling fingers of Jack, both by appearance and process of elimination.
While truly enjoying the feel of his fingers over such a tight body with such soft skin, Jack really reveled in the sounds of her helpless laughter. And as ticklish as she was on her sides, evidenced by her non-stop laughter, Jack had an agenda in his mind as he did with almost all first-time ticklees. This agenda involved exploring several of her ticklish areas, especially areas that Jack was more enthusiastic in tickling. And with her arms extended fully overhead, the first of those preferential areas was fully available for exploration.
In the short time that Jack removed his fingertips from her sides, which was a designed break provided by the experienced tickler, Alisha labored to catch her breath, and she had so many questions rushing to her mind. Why was Pauline just standing there smiling? Why was this being video-taped by Matt who was partially visible behind the video camera? Why was the employee's son sitting over there writing in a notebook? Why was Jack tickling her like this? She still didn't feel totally like herself since she woke up in that bondage chair, and though she was feeling less physically tired as the tickling progressed, the incessant laughter imposed upon her was starting to make her somewhat physically weary. In the short time after the tickling had stopped and she better regained her senses, the only naive question for which she had the mental and physical strength to ask was, "oh my god, is that it?" That question was clearly directed to the tickler who was still behind her. In turning back to ask that question to his face, Alisha realized she couldn't see beyond the black, two-foot-wide, vertical frame between her and Jack that extended far up, with seemingly the primary purpose of stretching her arms and securing her wrists directly overhead. The answer to that question came immediately as Jack reached up high towards her elbows, and lightly grazed downwards towards her underarms.
As in the process tickling her sides, Jack seemed to be visually obscured as he reached towards her arms with the relatively thin but sturdy frame positioned between himself and his beautiful ticklee. Built into the back of the frame at Jack's eye-level, however, was a 12-inch by 18-inch monitor which provided the exact same view that Matt was seeing through his viewfinder, which was almost a straight-on view of Alisha, through a live feed from the video camera. And it was the vantage point through this monitor that allowed Jack to both place and move his fingertips exactly where he desired and to see all of Alisha's reactions. He watched himself teasingly drag his fingertips down the back of her arms from just below her elbows to just above the hollows of her underarms and then back up between those same landmarks. Jack also saw the resulting giggles and look of desperation on Alisha's face as he repeated this pattern while applying expertly light strokes, with all fingertips randomly giving more and less pressure, and he finally answered briefly, "because it's specified in the contract you signed, love."
"Heheheheehehe noooo hehehe please don't heheheehee …," Alisha replied through the constant giggles. She looked towards Pauline for help, but Pauline was clearly smiling way too much for Alisha's liking through this torment. In a way, Alisha didn't know what to expect having never been tickled directly in her underarms, but she anticipated it was forthcoming because she naturally felt most vulnerable there due to her current restrained position and Jack's presence directly behind her. She couldn't stop giggling from just his light scratches along the backs of her arms, and she wondered whether her overall ticklishness was either because she was extremely ticklish or because Jack was a master in delivering this method of tickle torture that made her laugh and giggle. Then, by mental association, she thought about the store name L&G for a split second before she felt a rush of electricity shoot through her body as she fell into an extreme fit of laughter.
Jack had finally stopped teasing his true intentions as he moved his fingers directly into the smooth hollows of her underarms, applying a little more pressure as he traced his fingertips in unpredictable ways throughout her armpits. Her long straight black hair interfered just a little bit as her head tossed around a bit through her uncontrollable laughter, but Jack was well-experienced with tickling the underarms of laughing, long-haired beauties. He watched himself tickle her sensitive underarms, and he was completely responding by feel at this point, instead of using the monitor as a visual aid, to navigate his fingers to all the right spots while not allowing her loose strands of hair to provide any protection. Alisha couldn't move away, though she ineffectively tried to twist and pull away at times when the laughter and tickle sensations became so overbearing.
"Hahahahahaaahahaaahehehahahaahahaaaaa nooooohahahaaaa I can't hahahahahaaaaa ..."
"Yes you can," Jack responded in a playful banter.
The nonstop tickling and laughter, along with more playful banter by Jack, continued for just over five minutes, but it felt like an eternity to Alisha who had her underarms pleasured by Jack's fingertips with seemingly endless combinations of various gratifying strokes. On the other hand, those five minutes felt like a brief passage of time to Jack, who came to learn from experience that these overly delightful stretches of time are always longer than he himself realizes. Showing some real restraint, he stopped tickling her as he realized the current intensity of the laughter might be prematurely wearing her out.
This time, Alisha was given more time to catch her breath, and after some post-tickling residual laughs, the first thing she noticed was that Pauline was now sitting on a stool further away, right next to Jack's son. There she was, crossing her legs towards him and leaning in close as they appeared to be joking with each other quietly while Jack's son continued to jot some things in a notebook. Then, emerging from the other side, she finally saw her tickler face-to-face since the ordeal began. Her emotions were clearly mixed, but she was too physically worn out to be express anger. "Why are you doing this to me?" she asked with a less naive question this time, keeping intermittent eye contact.
Jack was standing next to Alisha's knees, alone on the right side of her body. Pauline and Junior were sitting far away on her left side near the bondage table. Matt was still standing quietly behind his camera that was stationed about three meters away from the chair, directly facing her but angled slightly to her left. As was the same predicament faced by other girls, Jack always maintained such a friendly, non-threatening demeanor that it seemed impossible to get mad at him. He pleasantly looked towards his sexy Santa model, trying to tactfully hide any visible excitement that he was feeling inside his pants, and he responded curiously and rather inexplicably at the time, "maybe you'll be asking yourself a somewhat different question when you come back here voluntarily."
"What? Oh no please no," was Alisha's incredulous reply and immediate plea as she subsequently closed her eyes and braced herself backwards onto the padded leather behind her. Jack had leaned over with extended arms and claw grips with his hands, a sight of which she now became fearful. This time, however, she was wrong in her anticipation as he didn't come straight to her sides again. She suddenly felt squeezes just under the tiny red garter skirt across her hips. "Eeeeeeeeek nooooo hehehe hahahahahaheehee …," she shrieked as Jack's hands began to squeeze various points over her upper legs.
Jack wasn't sure he could discreetly hide his aroused state any further as the warm feel of her firm, gyrating legs was too gratifying when combined with the sounds of her helpless laughs. He innocently kept his hands away from but near her red panty as he found specific areas along the bared sections of her legs, between the front bottom panty line and tops of the white thigh high stockings, where he was able to elicit super-loud shrieks and laughs; and he made sure to revisit those areas often. He spent some time tickling just her right thigh alone as he would work her right hip and right inner thigh with various combinations of squeeze-tickles and stroke-tickles. This went on for a while, so long that even Jack thought he spent too much time tickling her hips. This time, he got to enjoy watching Alisha's gorgeous laughing face directly in front of him which led to some interesting eye contact of shared understanding. Most of the time though, her eyes were either closed from intense laughter or open-and-focused on Jack's tickling hands as if seeing the tickles would help her to endure them better; that proved to be completely false. When he noticed her eyes beginning to tear, it was an immediate cue for him to stop because he needed to ensure she had enough laughs left for the main course.
Jack stopped, and gently rested his right hand on Alisha's quivering upper right leg, contacting her skin right just above the lace top of her thigh high stocking. He found it difficult to remove his hands entirely from the soft skin of the hard-bodied beauty. Alisha was clearly exhausted, and Jack knew he needed to give her even more time to recover. He complimented her profusely which included encouraging words of "doing great" and "really amazing" and so on. Alisha's body, and especially her core, was a little sore from the intensity of all that laughter. It was the time off, more so than Jack's comforting words, that Alisha seemed to appreciate after having surrendered all resistance early into the hip-tickling. A sizable part of her wanted to give Jack a dirty look to express her displeasure, and she wanted to ask why this was being video-recorded, but she realized that would be pointless and likely counter-productive; a small part of her thought that maybe he would take some pity on her now and finally end the shoot; and then there was one other small part that she wasn't ready to acknowledge at the moment.
Jack made an eye signal to Junior, who was still acting very buddy-buddy with Pauline, and Junior took that as the familiar sign to bring the cart over to his dad, which was currently located at the side of the bondage table near his stool. Junior got up, closed his notebook with the pen tucked inside, and brought the notebook with him as he wheeled the silver cart over from the bondage table and around Matt's camera setup. He parked the cart at a spot right in front of the foot pillory, above which Alisha's trapped feet were still adorned in those sexy red high heels that she had been modelling earlier. Junior then stationed himself to directly face Alisha, with a straight-on view, standing near the wall in a place that was close enough for a great view but far enough not to interfere with Matt or his father. Pauline remained seated on the stool where she continued to watch with great interest. While Junior was following his cue, Matt finally stepped back from the video camera; he knelt to open up a medium-sized case that was on the ground next to his tripod, from which he set up a miniature video camera on top of a second smaller tripod. He set up this smaller camera adjacent to his main camera, but it was positioned much closer at a four-foot distance to the left of Alisha's heeled feet and at more of a diagonal to capture a great lateral view. Ensuring a sharply focused view of her heels through the small camera, Matt started its recording and retook his position behind the main camera.
Though she was concentrating on her recovery, as she noticed Jack looking upon her affectionately from the same spot by her upper legs, Alisha couldn't help but recognize that these moves by Matt and Junior were in preparation of fulfilling her worst fear within her current situation. She looked at Jack imploringly, and then quickly glared at Pauline with non-verbal outrage. And she looked back at Jack, pleading this time, "please, I can't take any more tickling. I'll do anything else, any other modelling, whatever you want."
Jack grinned and reassured her, "I appreciate that offer, but you're about to fulfill the obligations of the contract you signed earlier, and it's only a few more laughs." He finally removed his hand from her thigh and lightly double-patted her right knee with the same hand as he turned around and walked towards her right foot.
After a few more loud pleas, Alisha tried her hardest to break out of her wrist cuffs with one big pull using what little momentum she could gather. Of course, this was useless even if she was at full-strength. She could see a most gleeful appearance on Jack's son, looking straight at her with his notebook open once again, and she didn't know how to process that. Jack slowly removed the shoe from her right foot, causing her to jump slightly as a couple fingertips innocently made light contact with her stocking-clad heel. Alisha then begged one last time, pleading to Jack, Pauline, and even Matt. As her pleas were being ignored, Jack placed the shoe carefully on the silver tray underneath, and he re-positioned himself directly in front of her. Alisha couldn't see anything of significance with the rectangular pillory obscuring the view of both her feet and of Jack's hands when they were near her feet; the effect of this blind-spot caused her body to jump again and to release giggles of anxiety even though Jack had only reached out to remove her left shoe and not tickle her exposed foot. Alisha clearly knew how ticklish she was on her feet, and her body language strongly confirmed to Jack exactly what Pauline had earlier texted him about their spa pedicure. Jack took his time in removing her left shoe, being very gentle in the process while purposely building up Alisha's anticipation. He placed the left shoe on the cart next to the right one, and he kept his eyes affixed on her stocking-clad feet while moving over a step to the right as if to give both cameras and Junior a perfect view of the show.
Alisha was breathing hard, but she was short of hyper-ventilating, as she believed that she could see the current lust in Jack's eyes which did not bode well for her. He placed his left hand firmly over the tops of both of her feet, which were secured in the middle pillory holes just a few inches apart, and he traced mostly vertical lines with the index finger of his right hand down both soles, being sure to engage his slightly overgrown fingernail. Alisha was now hysterical as her feet were not physiologically designed to withstand even the simplest strokes of an expert tickler. Jack took various paths down each foot, varying pressures and speeds as he tried to determine the specific stroke types that elicited the biggest laughs and the most pull-back pressure on his left hand. However, each and every stroke seemed to elicit maximum laugh output and maximum pull-back force, and he only ever encountered these types of maximal, indistinguishable reactions with one other girl. After 56 of these strokes with the accompanying screams and laughs, there was no way he could mask the excitement of playing with a girl who was this ticklish. He wasn't embarrassed by his state, as Matt and Junior were also visibly very excited and there was no shame among each other. Jack looked at both of them and also towards Pauline with an expression on his face that read, "I can't believe this is real."
"PLEEEEEEAAASSSEEE STOOOOOPPP!" she exclaimed after the intense laughter subsided, but she was once again ignored as Jack mentally went back in time to his prior experience. He always tried to thoroughly enjoy the moment when he was working with the feet of ticklish, beautiful girls, but he couldn't help from constantly analyzing; it was this trait that allowed him to become such a devastatingly effective tickler. He noticed Pauline smiling widely at her stool as he gazed ahead in deep thought, reminiscing to the time he tickled Victoria who was the one other girl that was this comparably ticklish. While the memory of tickling her was still extremely vivid, there were specific details he sought to remember. As he quickly came back to the present, Jack unzipped the navy pouch sitting on top of the silver cart along, and he pulled out the item that completely drove Victoria insane when dragged across her stocking-clad feet. And it didn't surprise anyone in the room, except maybe Alisha who didn't know what to expect, when Jack brought out the 8-inch, wooden back-scratcher. The instrument was made visible to Alisha when Jack brought it up to his eyes to carefully inspect the edges, which he deemed fully-effective for use.
Pauline had experienced the blissful torture of having her feet tickled by that back-scratcher while barefoot and wearing stockings on more than one occasion, but she didn't know anything about its effect on Victoria having known nothing about her or that secret tickle session. Matt and Junior, on the other hand, had seen the room recorded video but they weren't there live. Now, with incredibly high expectations of witnessing something amazing for the first time in person, Junior took a step closer after jotting something else down in the notebook, and Matt made sure the main camera was perfectly focused. Standing in his standard camera-friendly position just to the right of her feet, after a quick glance back at the helpless girl, Jack firmly grabbed Alisha's two big toes with his left hand and began to stroke the back-scratcher, which he held in his right hand with the handle side up, with a constant and medium-paced motion that went up-and-down the soles of her feet. Gliding this back-scratcher over the sheer white stockings that were stretched thin across the bottoms of her feet, Jack was able to apply a very specific pressure that was greater than that which he could safely apply if he was tickling her bare feet. That particular pressure was one, if correctly applied, that would eventually cause micro-tears in the stockings after hundreds of strokes, but there was minimal room for error because too much pressure would cause immediate tears and ruin the effect he wanted to achieve. And those were the specific details he had sought in his mind when he thought back to his tickling session with Victoria. Holding those big toes securely, he worked skillfully with the fighting motion of her feet to deliver those strokes with a masterful consistency.
Alisha's laughter filled the room like only that of Victoria had before.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAAAAAAAHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOO HAAHAAHAAAAAHAHAHAHA HEHEHEHAHAHAHAAHAAAA ...," as Alisha's laughter carried on and on and on.
Jack was in a seemingly obsessive-compulsive groove that showed no sign of ending while Alisha kept laughing, and she did keep laughing longer and harder than she ever had in her 21-year-old life. Pauline, who had been watching the tickle show in a relaxed manner on the stool, stood up and came closer to view this tickle torture, which was clearly to a degree that she never witnessed or experienced; she started to feel empathy for her friend's predicament as only a girl who has been tied-and-tickled to her limit might be able to understand. Pauline stood there with one foot over the other, as her legs squeezed tight together through her jeans, with her arms extended and fingers interlocked tensely, displaying a body language that indicated a feeling of sympathy as well.
After this consummate tickling started, Junior had nothing else to add to his notebook as he was now mesmerized by the constant motion of the back-scratcher along Alisha's soles and the absolute uncontrollable laughter emanating from her tiny body. Jack always taught his son to look at everything, including the art of tickling, from a scientific point of view. He also taught Junior from the very beginning, however, to suspend one scientific principle only when it came to tickling which was evident now more than ever: a tickle action usually has a greater, and not equal, reaction. It made total sense because how could a simple light stroke from his dad's back-scratcher, which requires very little energy, create such an intense reaction via uproarious laughter, that generates very large energy? And what made this tickling session beyond perfect to Junior, who expressed similar feelings as his father through their mutual bond, was that Alisha was so deathly-ticklish and stunningly beautiful, even though her face started to become a little bit of a mess with some running eyeliner and disheveled hair that was surprisingly not in total disarray as she had been thrashing around in a state of complete overwhelming laughter for quite a while.
"NOOOOOOOOHOHOHAHAHAAAHAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAA HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHA STTAAAHHHPP IT HAHAHAHAAHAAAAAHAHAAA ...," as tears from intense pleasure began to accompany Alisha's nonstop laughter.
Though not a tickling-fetishist by nature, Matt fully enjoyed his role from the perspective of both a foot-fetishist and high-heel-fetishist. He loved both the sexy feet of young attractive women and the absolutely hot look of these women in high heels. Being around these girls and photographing them had always been a dream come true by itself. And the concept of forcing these beautiful and helpless girls into uncontrollable laughter through something as innocuous as tickling their soft feet was very exciting for even someone like him to witness. Certainly, he would have preferred watching Jack use the back-scratcher to tickle Alisha's bare feet, but the night was still young; granted, it seemed obvious that Alisha didn't have much left. Perhaps Jack was right as he often is, and Alisha would voluntarily return for a session that involved bare foot tickling. It seemed unlikely though because he could sense the torture she was experiencing behind the endless laughter, and it made no sense why she would willfully undergo this tickle-torture again, unless maybe Pauline was super-persuasive. In his time at L&G, Matt was fortunate to play with the feet of many of the returning girls, including Pauline, and he knew that she had a unique ability to persuade him to do anything with her incredibly soft soles and ten toes. Of course, he knew that level of persuasion would only extend to men like him, but nevertheless, Matt was always an optimistic young fellow. At 33 years of age, with 2 years of experience at L&G, Matt unsurprisingly began to enjoy all forms of tickling that extended beyond the bare feet, which is why he was truly aroused at this point in the shoot without having yet glimpsed the sexy soles that she surely possessed.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAA I HAHAHAHAHAAAA NOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA EEEEEEEK HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA PUHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAAA HAAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAHAHAHAAAA ...," sounding as if she was on an extended repeat with the volume on max while the back-scratcher titillated the nerve endings across the bottoms of her feet, tickling every square inch from just under her toes down to her heels. Tears flew more frequently now, and her resistance was so shot that it seemed Jack could take his grip off her toes; but he wouldn't and couldn't change a thing when he had a girl in such a state that sounded like she was in total euphoria when in fact he was the one that was truly in complete exhilaration. He kept on stroking her feet, which had undoubtedly gone on for over 10 minutes, as he started to notice some very small tears starting to emerge in her stockings.
Her laughter was more symphonic than repetitive to Jack's ears, and he was truly living in the moment as he put aside real-time analysis because he knew this was an experience that wouldn't come around very often. Not to mention, there wasn't much to analyze here except to document the maximum length of time during which this perfect tickling-and-laughing scenario would last, and later to figure out what variables could be adjusted to extend this time duration. In his thirty years of tickling, he had only experienced this level of tickling perfection with Victoria just over three years ago and with his current ticklee now. He had skillfully made the tickling beyond unbearable for both of them after quickly realizing that their bodies' only capable response was intense laughter. He could have continued tickling Alisha like this for several hours, but he could hear her laughter starting to fade rather quickly. "The laws of physics back to work," he thought to himself as continued to stroke away with the back-scratcher not at all concerned that he might be tickling her to death. It was of course concerning with Victoria when he first took a girl to such a limit, but with so many similarities, he learned to expect the same ultimate result which occurred after 22 more seconds of stroking. Alisha passed out.
It was an absolutely amazing experience, one that he wished for Junior and himself again in the near future, but he couldn't help but feel a little saddened at the moment that it was suddenly all over. "It's OK, she just passed out," he said to reassure everyone in the room, and added, "it happens with girls that are this ticklish," as he placed the back-scratcher back on the cart.
"Is it over now?" Pauline asked earnestly on her friend's behalf.
Jack thought for a second, knowing that he couldn't put Alisha through this level of tickling again tonight, and for Pauline's benefit, he carefully responded, "I need to put her through one more short cycle of light tickling." Then he added, "but don't worry," as he read the look on Pauline's face. "You know I take the best care of all my ticklish girls," he said while flashing that genuine smile that seemed to put anyone at ease. He then told Junior to take Pauline out to the main floor and work on his underarm tickling techniques, and they both happily obliged.
Matt halted the recording on both cameras while Jack thought for another second. After Junior closed the door behind him when he exited the room with Pauline, Jack said, "the horse," towards his trusted employee. If there was one cycle left, Matt knew this was going to end with either the horse or the L-shaped pillar, but he didn't fully know the inner workings of Jack's mind well enough yet to venture a guess that wasn't anything but 50/50. Jack and Matt worked together to carefully unstrap her wrists and placed her arms delicately by her sides. Matt went over to release the pressure cuffs around her ankles and then unlocked her ankles from the pillory, while Jack observed that Alisha's wrists were only slightly pink which was a credit to the safety and comfort of his bondage equipment.
"Stockings on or off?" Matt asked, to which Jack gave an immediate "off" response with a smile. Matt responded with a bigger smile as he then slowly removed the stockings from her incredibly sexy, smooth, tanned legs that were firm and shapely without being visibly muscular. During the stocking removal, Matt felt another rush of blood below the belt as the immense joy of feeling and caressing her legs culminated with the reveal of perfectly flawless feet; Alisha's feet were just as sexy and soft as Pauline's feet but a size smaller and a little slenderer. He felt somewhat guilty as he rubbed on each foot for a little bit while taking advantage as she was passed out, but at the same time, he felt that her feet were too irresistible for an objective judge to deem him anything but innocent. They were so soft, and the thought of such soft feet enduring that type of endless back-scratcher-tickling seemed like cruel-and-unusual punishment. "If she was awake, as ticklish as she is, she'd probably be laughing her head off from those light rubs," he delightfully thought to himself.
Jack let Matt enjoy himself for those few minutes as he thought back to how well the night went. Matt had placed the stockings in a loose ball on top of the cart, and he stepped aside briefly as Jack quickly inspected Alisha's feet to see if he could see any scratch marks. As her ankles laid suspended in the bottom part of the pillory, Jack gave a close inspection to see just one light mark on her right foot and two light marks on her left foot, all barely observable in the middle of both soles. He also noticed that Alisha's feet were gorgeous, and while he loved Pauline's sensational feet like everyone else in the world with good taste, the perfection of these feet could once again only be compared to those of Victoria. Certainly, the thought of bias came abruptly to his mind because he was always partial to more ticklish girls; but he carefully observed her feet again, examining the soft feel and her perfect toes and every other important feature that made him realize that he wasn't being biased. And this was why Jack knew that he needed to complete that one final cycle of tickling with this super-sexy and super-ticklish girl, in case she never returned.
Overall, it had taken Alisha almost thirty minutes to come around again after passing out this second time from the back-scratcher tickling, during which time Jack and Matt continued to carefully move the barefoot beauty from the chair to the horse per Jack’s earlier determination. Once again, the two men worked highly efficiently to get her strapped onto the new device in minutes; her wrists were locked overhead to the cuffs attached on the vertical pole in front of her; her ankles were cuffed to the padded protrusions that extended out from the sides of the bondage horse that put her in a full kneeling position while elevated 36 inches off the ground. Her knees were also strapped to each protrusion, which left her bare feet totally vulnerable in a forced, upward-facing position. After securing her on this new device, Matt rearranged his cameras accordingly. Jack, meanwhile, wheeled the silver cart over to the bondage horse, and he grabbed the pair of red heels that were sitting on top of the cart before heading to his desk where he packaged them neatly into one of the empty shoe-boxes. He obtained a business card and another cash envelope from the center drawer, and he handed those items, along with the shoe-box, over to Matt who was instructed to repackage Alisha’s gift bag. Once he returned to the room, Matt began to quietly review the photos and videos on his cameras and transfer them to a new USB drive, while Jack sat at his desk and continued to edit earlier video footage on his laptop. As they impatiently waited for Alisha to regain consciousness so that Jack could engage in more highly-coveted foot play, only the sounds of Martina’s earlier laughter emanating from Jack’s computer broke the silence.
Eventually, Alisha started to come around and before she regained full consciousness, Matt alerted Jack to this fact. He immediately closed his laptop and took a seated position on a stool right behind the horse. Soon, Jack began to use his fingertips to lightly tickle the sensitive bare feet that directly faced him as Alisha found herself immobile again enduring strokes of pleasure that involuntarily induced enjoyable bursts of laughter. For the next eight-and-a-half minutes, with multiple cameras recording, Jack was also verbally role-playing a scene, where he was a naughty tickler who had to convince Santa Alisha that he needed to be put on the nice list. Not needing to be coached on role-play tactics, Alisha had been forced into immediate laughter causing her to instantly and naturally acquiesce, but Jack wanted to maintain this scene for a while. He kept tickling her perfectly flawless feet with his fingers, making her laugh uncontrollably with each delicate stroke, as he playfully called her a liar and expressed the need for more foot-tickling to truly convince her. And just after eight minutes, the direct physical contact with Alisha's sensational feet while tickling them to the pleasurable sound of her laughter rapidly built up Jack's excitement to incredibly high levels that he exploded in his pants. He could hardly be blamed for a premature release since these constant feelings had been stirring since the early evening with Martina and they continued to get magnified.
As he quickly tried to regain composure, Jack switched to the black stiff feather that he pulled out of the pouch from the nearby cart. He lightly flexed the tip of the stiff black feather across her bare soles and toes, switching randomly between her right and left feet. That particular feather worked extremely well with some pairs of mildly-ticklish feet and with every pair of wildly-ticklish feet. Faced with the latter, there was no surprise that the tip of this feather was inflicting heavy damage on Alisha's super-soft, ticklish feet. And as with the finger-tickling that preceded, Alisha was back in full laughter, though not with the same crazy intensity that had been generated earlier by the back-scratcher; at times she pulled on her restraints and tried to wiggle her feet away, but that was all to no avail as she looked back multiple times to see Jack smiling and tickling the bottoms of her feet. After twelve minutes of just the feather, while engaged in the same Christmas-themed roleplay, Jack found himself in a similar state of excitement again due to the combination of her extreme sensitivity to light feather tickles and her sweet-sounding laughter. While tickling her right foot with the feather, he lightly grazed his left fingertips across her left sole, and a sudden burst of laughter from Alisha caused a second sudden burst in Jack’s pants. Jack finally reached the perfect stopping point as Alisha had already endured a year’s worth of laughter. He placed the feather down on the cart and he got up from the stool, motioning to Matt that the session was now over. Matt terminated his live recordings while Jack simultaneously ended the room recordings through his phone app.
Jack cautiously went over to Alisha, who was catching her breath while still locked in bondage to the horse, and he gave her a polite kiss on the cheek and thanked her for the entire night’s work. Alisha didn’t respond very actively as she was still recovering but continued to listen. He explained that there was a large store bag for her in the wardrobe area that included a $1,000 bonus and a pair of flip-flops for current use, understanding that she would have a difficult time walking out of the store in stilettos. Also, inside the bag, Jack told her that she would find two pairs of designer high heels worth over $1,000 total, which included the red Gucci pair and a second pair of new Jimmy Choo shoes which were in the same exact style to replace the old, off-brand ones in which she came. Jack then left the room and went out to the main floor, where Junior had been straddling Pauline and tickling her underarms for way too long. A few minutes later, a messy Pauline entered the room just as Matt finished unlocking a messier Alisha from the horse and helped her down. Pauline said good-bye to Matt as she led Alisha into the wardrobe and changing room, helping to guide her weary friend by the arm.
As Alisha changed inside the closed room after gathering more strength, she kept a full conversation going with Pauline that started off heated but cooled down noticeably as Pauline had all the right answers. During their back-and-forth conversation, Pauline easily convinced Alisha that this kind of “pleasurable” torture was well worth the money and gifts she earned, and it was literally the best kept secret worth keeping. It now made full sense to Alisha how Pauline was driving a brand-new Lexus with only a modest job. Alisha then expressed her feelings of violation by the non-consensual nature of the tickling and bondage, but Pauline explained the necessity of it for the first time, without which she may not have been set up to make this kind of money through future, consensual visits. And it was annoying Alisha that Pauline’s answers made sense and carried reason. She further convinced Alisha that Jack, Junior, and Matt were all really nice guys with whom she’s worked with for almost two years, and that the non-sexual videos filmed for Jack’s private collection were in fact non-sexual videos. Once Alisha changed back into her original clothes, she opted to slip on the pink flip-flops right at the top of her gift bag. She quickly browsed through the remaining contents of the bag, and everything that Jack said would be included was confirmed. She slipped her pink clutch inside the bag, and eventually walked out the store with Pauline. Mindful of Pauline’s answers and internally ecstatic about the cash she earned that night, Alisha quite incredibly gave Jack and Junior both a genuine smile and a polite hand wave as she flashed her gorgeous blue eyes towards them on her way out. In stride with Alisha, Pauline said good-night to both men as Jack held the door open for the girls once they exited the studio room on their way out of the store. With Junior standing next to Jack just inside the doorway, the father and son smiled back at the girls as Jack cheerfully wished them both a good night. Sharing that familial bond, the eyes of both men naturally gravitated straight to Alisha’s feet as she walked away with Pauline.
After a brief conversation with his son as both a father and mentor, Jack returned to his office area where Matt was still lingering and waited to hand Jack another USB drive that was labelled with "Alisha" in a black sharpie. Jack thanked Matt for his help that night and offered a high-five, before asking him to take Junior home which Matt willingly agreed to do. Jack sat down at his desk, set Alisha's USB aside, reflected on the recent events of that night, and eventually realized that the compound didn't affect Alisha's ticklishness in a negative manner, but rather, it just delayed her breaking point by about ten percent. "What if I tripled the concentration of the compound?" he briefly thought to himself before getting back to work. He continued editing Martina's video footage for another 20 minutes before uploading it to a secure site that sent an e-mail notification to her uncle. Jack then removed Martina's USB from his powerful laptop, and he brought it with him as he opened the locked door that was next to his desk.
Behind that door was a long and wide hallway that ran the length of the room. It served as a clean, private storage area for Jack that contained five large black bookcases that were each eight-feet-tall and four-feet-wide, while stacked adjacent to each other along one side of the wall. These bookcases didn’t contain books but instead almost 80 pairs of female shoes, most of which were high heels, with a labelled USB drive next to each pair. He approached the bottom of the middle bookcase where he returned Martina’s updated USB drive back to its original spot next to her old pair of black, suede, lace-up heels with the 4.25-inch stilettos. He then moved over to the first bookcase and rearranged the items there, while maintaining everything neatly in the same alphabetic order, to make some additional room. He went back to his desk and returned with Alisha’s blue, open-toed pumps which he placed in the newly-created space on the shelf to update his trophy case. While inside, he finally went over to the large, four-foot-tall, concrete combination safe that was placed snugly between the fifth bookcase and the far corner of the hallway. Upon opening the mostly-empty safe, there was a pair of gold, ankle strap, open-toe sandals with 4.5-inch heels prominently positioned on the top shelf, and next to it was a USB drive labelled “Victoria Justice” that Jack took back to his desk as he planned to spend the rest of the night looking at comparative video coverage between her and Alisha.
Alisha eventually returned back to her apartment, and fell asleep immediately with a smile on her face, but not before putting the additional $1000 cash and Jack's business card safely away in her clutch and realizing the answer to Jack’s incredulous question.
Martina had returned to her home hours earlier, where she still lived with both of her parents. She went to her room and privately called her Uncle Bichara. He was both a small business owner, who operated a specialized bottle-water distribution center, and a priest. He led his own church which was independent from Martina's church but within the same Coptic denomination, at a two-hour-driving distance away from her near where he lived. She called him at the perfect time as he had just taken a break from disciplining three of his parishioners, two 18-year-old twin girls and one of their female friends, for bullying. With great interest upon seeing her name on the Caller ID, he answered the phone. After quick pleasantries, she told him that she called him specifically because she needed to confess to someone who she trusts. Martina then confessed to taking a modelling gig in which she knew that she would be "groped by the gentleman offering the gig" but was desperate to build her portfolio. Amused by her choice of words, Uncle Bichara was already fully aware about the kind of "groping" she was talking about. In fact, he had been expecting to receive the video later that night. His niece also wanted to express a legitimate fear that a girl from her former high school class might know her shameful secret because of their accidental encounter. Uncle Bichara noted the name, Alisha Fernandes, and he subsequently convinced his niece not to worry about someone else revealing her secret because God would protect her if she truly repented. He apologized for having to cut the call short, having already given the teen bullies too long of a break, and he promised to call Martina the following morning. He went back into his personal prayer room at the church, where the three girls were lying face down on a table next to each other, with their wrists tied behind their backs and their ankles tied together as their bare feet hung over the table's edge. Utilizing one of the old techniques that were advanced in his home country, techniques that he would soon personally apply to Martina's former classmate, he picked up the old basting brush, he re-dipped the stiff bristles into the container of a rare, imported oil, and he resumed brushing all six feet as there were two more hours of punishment remaining and the church was once again was filled with intense, uncontrollable laughter.
