"Right this way, Sylvia dear ... you poor thing, you can only imagine how horrified we all were when we learned that Jonathan was trifling with that little piece of trash. A secretary of all things! Why the very idea!"
"When I heard about it, I immediately contacted the other ladies from the bridge club. In a sense, it's an affront to all of us. These trashy little gold-diggers with their silicone implants cannot be allowed to throw themselves at our husbands with impunity!"
(Sylvia is ushered into a private room by the members of her ladies club. She is absolutely shocked (and later delighted) to find Cory ... her philandering husband's bimbo secretary ... in strict bondage! The young blonde has been stripped to her undergarments ... she is gagged; however, the look of apprehension and dread on her face speak as eloquently as any words ever could!).
"Sylvia ... I beleive you now this young lady already? Miss Cory Demont? She's the little whore who's been fucking your husband! We thought you might want to bid Miss Demont farewell; you see, Miss Demont has (heh heh) recently 'accepted a position' with Madame Woo's Garden of Earthly Delights ... a rather notorious brothel in Shanghai. I suspect she will be hugely popular there ... so much so that she will spend the rest of her miserable existence catering to the sexual whims of the upper crust in the Far East."
As her friend continued, a wolfish grin creased Sylvia's face, "Now Sylvia, understand the terms of Miss Demont's employment require that she arrive for work with her appearance unimpaired ... so shaving her head or knocking out her teeth are unfortunately out of the question; however, as we were (heh heh) preparing Miss Demont to meet with you, we learned that Cory has a rather amusing secret. You see ... she's ticklish! Very ticklish! In fact, the soles of her big bare feet are just devilishly ticklish!".
"Now then, Sylvia, we are going to leave you and Miss Demont alone for an hour or so. You may feel free to treat this little piece of trash any way you wish!".
Sylvia glared at the helpless blonde, the corner of her mouth upturned in a sadistic smirk! Cory Demont mumbled helplessly into her gag. Inexplicably, she began to flex her large bare feet and wriggle her toes ... inviting attention to the area of her helpless body where she least desired it. As the ladies of the club made to leave, Sylvia whispered the words "thank you" ... her mouth was dry with anticipation - this blonde slut before her was going to experience the depths of tickle hell.
As the last of her friends made to leave, the woman turned back toward Sylvia and said matter of factly, "You'll probably find some use for this ..." - she handed Sylvia a long red feather.
Sylvia sat comfortably in front of her helpless former rival. She regarded the gorgeous blonde with equal parts amusement and hate. Clearing her throat, Sylvia (always the lady) inquired, "Shall we get started then?" and cupping Cory's heel in the plam of one hand, she took hold of Cory's plump plush big toe with the other and tugged it gently.
"Thiiiiiiiis little piggy went to market ..."
"When I heard about it, I immediately contacted the other ladies from the bridge club. In a sense, it's an affront to all of us. These trashy little gold-diggers with their silicone implants cannot be allowed to throw themselves at our husbands with impunity!"
(Sylvia is ushered into a private room by the members of her ladies club. She is absolutely shocked (and later delighted) to find Cory ... her philandering husband's bimbo secretary ... in strict bondage! The young blonde has been stripped to her undergarments ... she is gagged; however, the look of apprehension and dread on her face speak as eloquently as any words ever could!).
"Sylvia ... I beleive you now this young lady already? Miss Cory Demont? She's the little whore who's been fucking your husband! We thought you might want to bid Miss Demont farewell; you see, Miss Demont has (heh heh) recently 'accepted a position' with Madame Woo's Garden of Earthly Delights ... a rather notorious brothel in Shanghai. I suspect she will be hugely popular there ... so much so that she will spend the rest of her miserable existence catering to the sexual whims of the upper crust in the Far East."
As her friend continued, a wolfish grin creased Sylvia's face, "Now Sylvia, understand the terms of Miss Demont's employment require that she arrive for work with her appearance unimpaired ... so shaving her head or knocking out her teeth are unfortunately out of the question; however, as we were (heh heh) preparing Miss Demont to meet with you, we learned that Cory has a rather amusing secret. You see ... she's ticklish! Very ticklish! In fact, the soles of her big bare feet are just devilishly ticklish!".
"Now then, Sylvia, we are going to leave you and Miss Demont alone for an hour or so. You may feel free to treat this little piece of trash any way you wish!".
Sylvia glared at the helpless blonde, the corner of her mouth upturned in a sadistic smirk! Cory Demont mumbled helplessly into her gag. Inexplicably, she began to flex her large bare feet and wriggle her toes ... inviting attention to the area of her helpless body where she least desired it. As the ladies of the club made to leave, Sylvia whispered the words "thank you" ... her mouth was dry with anticipation - this blonde slut before her was going to experience the depths of tickle hell.
As the last of her friends made to leave, the woman turned back toward Sylvia and said matter of factly, "You'll probably find some use for this ..." - she handed Sylvia a long red feather.
Sylvia sat comfortably in front of her helpless former rival. She regarded the gorgeous blonde with equal parts amusement and hate. Clearing her throat, Sylvia (always the lady) inquired, "Shall we get started then?" and cupping Cory's heel in the plam of one hand, she took hold of Cory's plump plush big toe with the other and tugged it gently.
"Thiiiiiiiis little piggy went to market ..."
