The Centerpiece F/M

I've written a few other stories here: "Hopelessly Helplessly Ticklish Feet" that was m/f, but this is my fantasy...oh to live it!

Robert opened his eyes, soft music pleasing his ears...but his eyes were met with darkness. He was not blindfolded but soon realized he was in a long narrow box of sorts...and had it not been for the initial panic, he would have realized his confinement was quite comfortable. Evidently the inside of the box was padded and a soft pillow lay under his head. His hands were free and as he felt in the darkness, he could feel the soft smooth padded textures of the walls and inside of the lid just inches above his face. His limited senses took in what they could but the overwhelming panic ruled his very being. "HEY!!!! SOMEONE?!?!? HEEEEELP!!!!, he yelled frantically but was met with silence. He tried to move to his side, to roll but realized his legs, at least from the ankles down were trapped, and for the first time realized his feet...his bare feet were outside the box, protruding through two very soft padded holes. Confused and panicky he jerked his legs testing his bonds trying desperately to pull his feet free. And at that same instance he realized that even his feet could not move...at all. He tried to curl his toes...to scrunch his arch but nothing moved. Robert struggled frantically within the box, this new realization confusing him, panic building deep within his chest ready to explode. He began pounding on the insides of the box but little sound could be heard as his fists pummeled the soft thick padding. Thirty seconds had passed since Robert opened his eyes and all these realizations overwhelmed his brain, his senses, his emotions...

What Robert could not see might be more terrifying had he realized where he was. No dark cavern...no dank basement...but rather a beautifully furnished suite. What he could not hear were the clinking of cocktail glasses, the soft famine voices and chatter, the occasional giggling. He did not realize, had no inkling that he was the entertainment of the festivities to come...the very very centerpiece of the party.

Robert quickly exhausted himself and the panic ebbed as he began to calm down and tried think rationally...taking stock of his situation...trying to figure what was going on...where he was...how he got there. why there was music evidently purposely piped into the box. He closed his eyes in the darkness and took control of his breathing...slowing his breaths to gain composure...to think. His hands explored his surroundings again...this time in a more exploratory manner. The material covering the inside of the box was smooth, velvet like but tougher like suede. It was well padded beneath him, along the sides and even the inside of the lid. He noticed his breathing was not labored nor was he hot, now noticing a cool wave of air moving through the box, evidently a ventilation system of sorts. He felt along the sides of the box, and his fingers felt the mesh air vents and then the mesh speakers to the sides of his head where the music softly played. Still completely confused, he realized that someone had gone to a lot of trouble to make him comfortable...though he had no clue as to why. He tried to move his ankles again, to turn or twist his feet...trying to analyze how he was restrained. The padding around his ankles was plush but very snug. He tried to curl his toes. He could feel them straining futility, the muscles in the arches of his feet tensing, rippling, trying to curl as well...but his soles were held immobile, smooth and taut, What Robert could not see were the soft bands of leather that held the stems of his toes stretching them back to the box. But even his toes were comfortably held in place. He could not see the suede padding that covered the outside bottom end of the box where his bare feet stuck out, but the bands nestled the tops of his toes into the soft material. But it was this vulnerabilty that began to obsess and possess his mind. He struggled now frantically, his calf and feet muscles straining, working, striving to move the feet and yet...they simply would not move...except for the very slight twitching of the musles and tendons along his long slender arches. A movement so very very slight but not unnoticed by some other the gleaming eyes and smiling lips that stood back from the centerpiece the women chatted excitedly and some in hushed tones...some biting their bottom lip..but continued to drink and munch the small delicious horsedouvers.

Robert yelled again, "SOMEONE...ANYONE?!?!?!? PLEASE HELP ME!!!! LET ME OUT!!! His hands beat furiously into the padding muting his efforts to be heard. And while he could be heard as a muffled muttering, he was to all intents and purposes ignored, except for the occasional giggle and furtive looks that he could not hear or see. As far as Robert knew...he was completely alone..comfortable physically..but alone...in total darkness...in a warehouse, a storage unit...being held for ransom? Kidnapped? He had no clue that a room of beatiful, rich, socialites were devouring his bare soles with their eyes, some eagerly, some shyly, as they continued to talk and laugh, looking forward to the entertainment provided just for them! They filled the sides of the room, glancing at the Centerpiece as they talked. In the darkness...in the solitude of the music he again tried to gather his composure to figure out what in the world was going on.

The last thing Robert remembered was going to bed...safe and sound in his own home. The day had been uneventful. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing new had happened at work. He, nor his family were rich so he couldn't imagine a ransom was a reason for his situation. He had no enemies and was actually well liked both at work and among his friends...sort of the cut-up of the group. His fingers unconsiously drummed on the soft padding as he thought. He thought about the day before...and again...nothing unusual. He did enjoy the massage he got from the new holistic health and healing business that had just opened down the road from where he worked. Well, most of it. He blushed in the darkness in embarrassment at the thought of the incident that almost ruined the experience for him. He had done fine for most of the massage until the therapist touched his feet. His reaction was immediate and he not only yelped like a little girl, but cackled loudly as he jerked his feet away. The therapist herself jumped back in surprise and then flashed a toothy smile his way. "Sorry...I didn't realize you were so...ticklish." Robert blushed profusely apologizing himself, "I-I'm sorry...I guess I should have warned you...I was just so relaxed, I just d-didn't expect that." The memory made him flush when his eyes suddenly opened wide in the darkness. Could...? Wait!!!!... His mind whirred with questions and confusion. Surely there was no connection between his visit to the massage place and this! Robert struggled with renewed vigor causing the box to tremble just very slightly. But it trembled enough to draw the attention of several woman standing nearer the box and they all began giggling at once...their eyes gleaming with wicked anticipation.

As the box shuddered ever so slightly, the small group of women moved to the end of the box to look at the Centerpiece's point of focus. They stared intently at the soft long and narrow soles held securely in place. They noticed the smoothness of the skin on the balls of his feet, the loops and swirls of his toe and heel prints. They admired the high, slightly wrinkled arches stretched tight and vulnerable...the soft skin on the balls and heels of the feet melding into the even softer arches. They visually explored his entire soles...every millimeter of soft ticklish skin held completely helpless and immobile for their sadistic pleasure. Their eyes shone the wicked desire to drive this poor man out of his mind as their beautiful smiles spread across each face. Had Robert known that his bare helpless soles were being oggled by even one woman, let alone a group of excited female tickle sadists, he would have lost his mind then and there. Sometimes its good to feel alone...in the dark...he just didn't know it yet.

As the hostess entered the room, the small group of women quickly moved back to the side of the room where several other feminie guests were still chatting. The Centerpiece, truly now the center of attention centered in the room surrounded by the quiet chatter, whispers, gossip, laughing, drinking, women. Had the Centerpiece not been so unusual, it would appear to be any other social gathering of socialites. But as far as Robert knew...he was alone in the dark somewhere stuck in a storeroom or warehouse. The beautiful raven haired hostess picked up a glass and quickly rapped it several times with a teaspoon to get everyone's attention and a polite hush fell over the guests. At the same time, the music inside the box stopped playing and Robert heard a distinct click of the speakers and a woman's soft voice and he too ceased his struggles, listening intently. "Ladies...Friends...Guests...Thank you for all coming tonight. Its been such a pleasure to see you all again...and Welcome! Tonight I have prepared something devilishly delightful for your pleasure." Around the room, smiles lit the faces of the women as they all turned their attention to the Centerpiece. She continued, "Tonight is your time to play relax, release some of that stress and tension, relieve some boredom...and enjoy yourselves, but I do ask that you share...and be gentle, at least at first....Remember, he has to last all night, and the evening has just begun!" There was giggling and chatter among the women and Robert still confused stiffened and twisted within the box. "But first," she continued as she walked to the box and laid her crossed arms over it, her chin resting on them as her long nails lightly tapped the hard outside of the lid and she spoke teasingly and seductively to the occupant snuggled helplessly within..."Tonight is all about you...well, what we can see of you. And I hope you enjoy yourself as well. Tonight...we are going to tickle your feet...endlessly...mercilessly...intently. All our attention...our complete focus...our every desire will be focused on those vulnerable, completely helpless, exquisitley ticklish bare soles of yours. We are going to slowly steal your sanity as we tease and tickle every soft wrinkle. We will spend hours just tickling...and tickling...and tickling your soft adorable ticklish soles until you have no thought...no sanity...Tonight...we are going to...tickle...your...feet...until you lose your mind...pass out...and we will keep tickling. Scream if you understand."

Within the box Robert lay perfectly still, his mouth dry, his eyes wide with fear, his heart beating like a jackhammer ready to explode when the reality of this nightmare clicked and he began yelling and shouting within the box, flailing his body as much as the padded confines would allow. While the padding absorbed much of the frantic protests, the outside of the box shuddered but only very quiet muffled yet frantic sounds could be heard within. The hostess smiled, , stood up from her leaning position and addressed her guests one last time. "Ladies, I think he might be a little upset right now", sarcasm dripping from her red lips, "so let's let him exhaust himself in his struggles and stew for a bit. Give him a few minutes to think about his um...ticklish situation" she chuckled at her own joke. Inside the box, Robert struggled, pulling desperately at his ankles, pounding the thick padding surrounding him, yelling and screaming in frantic desperation. Outside the box, the woman could hear very little other than the now excited chatter and hush whispers of the other women in the room as they chatted excitedly about just how they were going to tickle him to insanity. As the hostess moved to talk with the other women, with little flourish, she pulled a linen napkin from a tray that had been sitting on a serving table et the end of the box to reveal a silver platter aligned neatly with various feathers, artist brushes, forks, chopsticks, etc. She pulled a chair from the side of the room and placed it at the bottom of the box so the women would be comfortable as they teasd and tickled her Centerpiece into oblivion. She looked over the scene, her hands on her hips, and quickly brought over a few more chairs that created a small intimate semi-circle facing the stretched and helpless bare soles. She smiled in contentment and walked back to join some of the women as they talked and laughed, snacking lightly at the small sandwiches. Meanwhile, Robert quickly exhausted himself and lay helpless, his mind racing, his heart pounding, no longer alone...but still in the dark. He realized that at some point, the music had been turned back on. He could do nothing...every attempt at escape, every persuasion had failed...and it seemed as if hours ticked by.

Outside the box, one would have thought that a roomful of excited women would have rushed the box, but suddenly, everyone seemed bashful and shy, waiting for someone else to approach the box as they giggled nervously.The hostess looked around the room and while wanting her guests to have the first opportunity to tickle the barefeet of the Centerpiece, realized they would need a little encouragement and prodding. She took the hands of the two ladies closest to her and lead them to the Centerpiece, inviting them to sit on the provided chairs as she took the center one. They shyly but excitedly complied. The chattering and visiting stopped as all the women quickly moved to surround the the chairs vying for the best spot to see and observe. The hostess smiled and turned in her chair laughing and spoke cheerfully, "Well, that was easy!" Many of the women blushed, embarrassed by their own shyness but soon their eyes were fixed on the long narrow bare soles and the tray of impliments...few realizing that their own toes were scrunched tightly in their heels at the thought of being in this poor guy's place. Robert was oblivious as to this new developement and lay still, trying to gain his composure and strength.

The hostess, her long black hair falling across her shoulders as she turned back to the feet, selected a long narrow turkey feather from the tray. She ran it's pointed tip over the palm of her hand and quickly jerked her hand away as the soft pointed tip tickled it intensly. She looked at the stiff, yet giving tendrils of the feather and smiled...wickedly. She took just the very very tip of the feather, her face, her eyes mere inches from the soft bare arches of the smooth soles before her, and with the precision of a surgeon, delicately and so very very lightly stroked the tip just up and down his arch...slowly...intently...purposefully...over and over again. The result was immediate and explosive! Wild cackling could be heard as muffled frantic cries as the box shuddered slighly but steadily. The hostess's eyes lit up and her smile spread across her face in a wide toothy grin! Inside the box, Robert cackled, his laughter wild and frantic, the senation on his arches so hellishly ticklish as to be almost incomprehensible! The skin on his stretched bare arches screamed in ticklish agony as just the soft tip of the feather tickled him to madness. His toes strained to curl, to somehow stop the trail the feather traced alonghis arch but all he could do was feel...and laugh...and cackle mindlessly as it traced up and down...over and over.

The hostess watched with excited glee. The sounds coming from within the box while muffled, were far more frantic and louder than anything they had previously heard from within. The box actually shuddered steadily and all he women began giggling with now excited anticipation for their turn. As the hostess continued to slowly tease the arch, tracingi every line, teasingly, mercilessly over and over, she turned to the woman seated to her right, and commended her sweetly, "Wow Melody! You weren't kidding! This guy is off the charts ticklish!!!" The massage therapist smiled pleasingly at the compliment and blushed deeply, pleased that she had done so well. She was not reaally a part of this upper-class socialite society, but she obviously had skills they enjoyed and appreciated. RObert was oblivious to the polite conversation as he screamed in cackling laughter his body writhing as wave after wave of explosive ticklish sensations coursed from his trapped bare arches, coursed up his legs and exploded in his brain. HAHAHAHAHHAHHHAHHAHHAAAHAHHA STOOOOOOP HHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHHAAHHAAHHH P- PLEEEEAAAAAAA HAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAAAHAHHHAHAHAHHAHAHA HEEEEEELLLLL PPP HAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHHAHAH MAKE IT STOOO HAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAAHHAHA!!!!

The fine pointed tip of the feather flexed and bent ever so slightly against the soft skin of his arch as it traced and dipped following every subtle curve, her eyes watching its progress intently, her hands steady...controlling the feather as it tickled and teased and teased and tickled slowly...mercilessly,...watching the tendons and muscles within try to flex. Her smile now covered her face as the only movement she could detect was the subtle quivering of those muscles, but the frantic muffled cackling from within told her another story. She was mesmerized at what she was doing to him and lost in his delicious laughter when she realized she had other guests waiting. Not yet ready to give up her place, she looked over at Melody, who seemed to be in a trance of her own as she too watched the feather slowly trail up and down the arch. "Melody, he has another foot and I am quite happy to tease and tickle this one for a bit. Would you like to join me?" she asked smiling. Melody wasted no time and picked up a small exquisitely soft sable haired artist brush and stared at the bare yet untouched sole in front of her. She glanced over at her friend's technique and fearful that both his arches tickled at once may drive him to insanity too soon, opted for a more confusing, yet equally devious technique! Melody took the soft brush and deftly began to "paint" just the bottom of his toes, dipping the brush between them, teasing and tracing the loops and swirls of his toe prints. The arch of his right foot being sadistically teased and tickled by the feather, the toes of his left foot being gently and sweetly assaulted with the artists brush made Robert frantic and as much as he flailed and sreamed and laughed and struggled he could not move his feet at all and his laughter if possible escalted an octave! HAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHNOMORENOMORENOMORE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHSTOOOOP!!!HHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHHAHAAHHA!!!!!

Robert was lost in wild ticklish abandon, his sense of reality slipping fast away. Laughter exploded from his lungs like water through a broken dam. His body writhed and thrashed in ticklish agony but his feet...his soles...remained....perfectly...still. The hostess of the party, with deft skill slowly...so very slowly stroked just the very tip of the long feather up and down his right arch while Melody used the soft sable artist brush to "paint" and tickle the soft bottom of his toes. The tip of the artist brush was so delicate and exact, that even one toe allowed for plently of room for Melody to draw intricate designs as her vitim screemed mindlessly, though her "canvas" remained perfectly still. The hostess giggled and looked to her side at the third sitting woman who watched in fascination. Scooting her chair closer to Melody's while continuing her slow and sadist tickling, she spoke quietly, "Let me join Melody on this foot and you can have his left foot." For but a moment, the feather left Robert's right arch and moved to his left arch and with the ititial touch, both the artist brush on the toes of his left foot and the feather tracing delicately now on the arch of his left foot, Robert screamed with renewed vigor and desperation cackling now in sccreaming laughter and the box shuddered violently for a few seconds causing all the women to giggle, eye brows raised and many biting their bottom lip. Sara, the woman to the hostess's left scooted her chair closer to the man's bare left sole, looking at it intently. The laughter now heard audibly from within the box was wild and out of control. But Sara didn't care. She longed to feel the softness of his soles...to explore and exploit every ticklish nerve, one at a time. She had sat patiently, yet mesmerized as she had watched the other two women...but she longed to feel the slight wrinkles of his stretched arch rippling under her fingernails. Oh how she loved that feeling...but she didn't want to gobble him down ...she wanted to take her time...explore...enjoy.

As Melody and their hostess teased and tormented his right foot, as Robert screamed in ticklish agony, Sara took just the tip of her finger...just her soft skin and began to lightly trace with apparent admiration the skin and contours of the left sole. She enjoyed the feeling of his soft arch twitching spatically beneath his fingertip as she barely grazed the skin. Moving her fingertip to the soft round heels, circling, exploring incessantly caused wave after wave of ticklish explosions as Robert began to sob in the uncontrolled laughter. Her fingertip traced from his heel to his pinky toe and she marvelled at the textures of his sole.Her finger crossed under his toes where they met the ball of the foot and then traced intricate circular patterns are the ball of his foot. Her touch was soft and gentle...loving and intimate but to Robert, it was mind numbing in ticklish intensity! His body could not take Melody'd artist brush teasing under and around his toes, the soft meticulous slow stroking of his arch which had not stopped since his ordeal began, and now the loving ticklish attention of Sara's exploring fingertip. None of them really cared at the suffering of their victim. On the contrary, they smiled or giggled when his cackling laughter turned especially frantic or the box gently shook from his thrashings. Every woman in the room watched in excied and eager anticipation, tittering and giggling, their tos often curled imagining if they were in the box! RObert's fists pummled frantically into the padding, tears of laughter pouring from his eyes, his laughter almost inhuman in its intensity...and the women smiled...the artist brush "painting" in great detail, the feather trailing up and down up and down and Sara's soft finger lovingly exploring the trapped vulnerable bare sole. If Robert could think, he would cherish the time he felt alone in the dark.

The hostess looked over at Sara and motioned her to scoot her chair over to allow a fourth woman to join them and this time, there was no shyness. As soon as the chair vacated, the shoulder length haired blond Brittany dropped to her knees to fill the vacated spot. But soon another chair was brought to the semi-circle for her convenience by one of the waiting women. She looked over at her hostess trailing and tracing the very tip of the feather over the man's right arch, Melody's artist brush deftly tickling his toes, and now Sara's meandoring finger tracing between and around Melody's and the hostesses tickling instruments and she visibly shuddered at the slow teasing subtle torture all focused on the stretched helpless bare sole of Robert's right foot. And then she grinned wickedly.

Brittany held up her nails for the rest of the ladies to see. Long, sharp, gleaming black polished nails and wiggled her fingers like she was just admiring a fresh manicure. In truth, she had actually spent the afternoon at the salon doing just that in preparation for this evening's event. She took the linen napkin that had covered the tickling implements and folded it in half and then rolled it up. Robert's toes were tied snuggly back to the padding on the box but she grasped his foot, wedging the linen pillow between the box and the top of his foot effectively stretching the foot tighter and forcing the ball of his foot to protrude outward..to jut forward as if begging to be ticked. Robert was vaguley aware his left foot was being manipulated, but was in too much agony from the tickling of his right foot. The women watching Brittany oohed and awed in admiration of Brittany's inventiveness. Brittany looked one more time at Robert's right foot and the slow loving tortured being inflicted upon him...the gentleness of the tickling was sensual to watch. And as she turned back to Robert's right foot, the ball of his foot jutting toward her, she took her nails and began to lightly scritch at the tightened skin on the balls of his feet. Scritching so gently she could feel her nails tickling across the very ridges of his foot print and had it not been for the giggling of the women observing and the now animalistic noises emanating from the box, she could have heard her nails scrathing lightly against the skin. Her fingers wiggled gently and slowly but her sharp nails tickled ferociously and his sanity fled. His laughter had turned from animalist screeching laughter to incoherent babbling the tickling so intense that he could not laugh hard enough to meet the sensation! The box actually began to rock gently and the sounds from within werenow clearly audible though incoherent. This only fueled Brittany who began to tickle faster and harder focusing just on the balls of his feet. The gentle scritching turned to wild scrabbling!

It was the confusing hellish mixture of the techniques that brought Robert to his first meeting with pure unadulterated insanity. The soft gentle unbearable tickling of his right foot and the equally intense scrabbling on the balls of his feet with Brittany's polished nails...and it just would not stop! His laughter was maniacal and he was way past any fathomable limit...but the tickling went on...and on and all four women stared mesmerized at the bare trapped soles grinning with a devilsh wicked gleam in their eyes, smiles plastered across all four faces. The women observing giggled and laughed, pacing with eagerness for a turn. Robert longed to pass out.

As Britanny scrabbled her nails deeply into the stretched balls of his left foot, she picked up a chopstick with her other hand and simply held it in the air. And just as quickly, a fifth woman snatched it and knelt beside her. There was no more room for a fifth chair, but the gorgeous red head named Rachelle didn't care. She took the chopstick and seeing the position of Robert's left foot began to giggle in excited anticipation at what she was about to do. Sje knew from watching the other ladies, the really her hostess's intitial touch that Robert's feet were horribly hellishly ticklish, but she nnoticed his arches were his weakness. And she looked lustily not just at Robert's soft arch, but the new position Brittany's napkin had put it in. Not only did the rolled napkin push the ball of Robert's foot forward, but it tightened and flexed his arch till it couldn't flex any tighter and it was COMPLETELY immobile! The tendon's along his arch extended, clearly outlined and stretched like a piano wire and that was where the chopstick would play. Robert's right foot exploded with ticklish agony as the feather stroked incessantly slowly up and down the arch, the paint brush teased the toes as the soft bristles dip in and arond the soft bottoms, and the never ceasing exploring finger tip meanering aimlessly around the sole...all so slow and teasing. Brittany's glossy black nails scrabbling deeply into the ball of his left foot brought inhuman cries of ticklish anguish and now, the sharp hard tip of the chopstick traced softly up and down the tightly stretched tendon along Robert's arch. WOrds cannot describe the sensations...the pure raw torture that Robert was experiencing...but his body stiffened and the raucous laughter turned silent as it continued causing his body to shudder violently. He could not think...could not reason...lost in such ticklish agony that nothing else existed but his feet and the sensations screeching up his legs and exploding like a rapid fire machine gun in his brain. His lungs burned and his face wet with tears of hysteria...too weak now to fight or struggle and just succumbing to the madness.

Outside the box, the woman worked in happy lustful silence, occasional giggling...the hostess careful to keep just the very tip of the feather stroking up and down his arch...Melody focused intently on the intricate designs her paint brush traced along his toes, Sara truly mesmerized by the feel of Robert's soft soles as her finger tip slowly explored. Brittany grinned through gritted teeth as her nails scrabbled wildly on the jutting balls of his feet and Rachelle watched intently as her chopsticked traced lightly but firmly along the extended tendon of his arch. All were content and happy in their work and had no care of the suffering and screeching from the box, other than bringing them great joy. Each was lost in thought, completely focused at their tickling. Robert's sanity, or what little was left of it was in their hands. But his sanity was not their cooncern. They craved his laughter...his mad cackling and sought to wrack every laugh from his body. Robert had been sadistically mercilessly tickled into complete oblivion and it was clear by the now murmuring women in waiting that he may not last the night. Fortyfive minutes had passed though to Robert it seemed like an eternity of tickle torture. He could not form a single thought let alone remember his own name. All he could do was laugh...and laugh...and laugh.

The night was still young and the vast majority of the party guests had not yet had the opportiunity to tickle the hapless, now delerious, man and were afraid they would miss the opportunity. The party would last into the wee hours of the morning but what good would that do them if their Centerpiece passes out? The hostess herself realized the unfortunate situation and as much as she now regretted it, realized she had to share her Centerpiece. As she continued to tease and tickle Robert's arches she addressed her guests as her four cohorts continued their teasing. "I'm sorry ladies, I kind of got lost in tickling these helpless adorable feet and I am afraid this boy is tickled nearly to death from the sounds of it...but the five of us are about to step back and I need four women to take our place." The four other present ticklers groaned but realized too that they needed to share with the others so listened intently for the instructions to follow. At the same time, four new women clamoured for the next place and stood waiting eagerly. "Ladies, we don't really want to tickle this guy to death...just nearly. So, as soon as we stand, please take our seats immediately but only use your mouths and lips and tongues please! Kiss his soles softly...lick under and between his toes, suckle them gently and let's drive him mad with tickling and desire!...Ready? One, Two, Three...Switch!

There was a flurry of movement as the ladies switched seats, the five who had just been tickling Robert with slightly disappointed expressions but on an adrenaline high, and the four just seated with looks of starvation in their eyes as they immediately set to work on driving Robert further into the abyss of medness. Four sets of lips presented soft butterfly kisses up and down Robert's ticklish arches or sucked longingly and ferociously at his toes as their teeth lightly scraped the undersides. Tongues probed as much as they could, forcing themselves between and under his toes. Mouths, lips, teeth, and toungue explored his feet as Robert writhed in agony caskling wildly but moaning as well. His senses were truly confused as the tip of a tongue pressed deep into his sole and ran the length heel to toe over and over again, while his other foot felt the wet wide flat tongue lick slowly across his arches. He laughed and yet in the agony the was an ecstatic bliss that was too much for him to handle. He hated it..and loved it. His mind was being ripped in two...torn between heaven and hell...it was horribly ticklish and horribly sensual...his entire foot seemingly being tickled and loved at the same time. He would moan for a brief few minutes then burst into wild frantic cackling. It was like a rollercoaster...scary, yet thrilling, terrifying, yet wonderful, couldn't wait till it was over, but then strangely dissapointed when it was. Robert didn't think these thoughts...he couldn't. He was too busy laughing...crying...moaning...and then laughing. The noises coming from inside the box were different now...nd all the stared at what little they could see of Robert's feet as they were being engulfed and devoured by pretty female hungering mouths...but they knew Robert had to be out of his mind...and they smiled.

Another change happened as well as woman began to gather in groups of three or four, eager to get their hands on those long soft horribly ticklish feet that despite the obviously agony Robert was in, did not move...could not move. He was their's to play with, torment, tickle, and tease and they now whispered and giggled excitedly discussing exactly what they would do when it came their turn. The next four women conspired as they had noticed that from the very beginning, for the most part Robert had been tickled with soft teasing strokes, other than the mischevious Brittany who scrabbled with her sharp black nails on the balls of his feet. And they also took note that the soft tickling on his arches with the feather caused him to go ballistic! They observed every technique and whether it was the skill of the women or the hyper ticklishness of Robert's feet, they realized that whatever the case...they would be the group to put him out of his misery...so to speak. But they were going to take him in another direction than the soft teasing tickling he had most experienced thus far.

Robert was beside himself at this point. The women at his feet so sensuouly lickling and kissing his soles had him in he throes of pure tickle hell...and desire. His body writhed continually, jerking in ecstatic agony as he laughed and moaned. His feet were warm from their mouths and wet with saliva when suddenly they were gone and within seconds he was screaming so loud that it hurt his own ears, his body arched as far as the box would allow and his back slammed repeatedly onto the padding beneath him. The four waiting women had taken their seats and descended on his immobile bare soles in unison, scrabbling furiously with forty sharp nails into his wet fleshy arches, heels, toes, and the balls of his feet. Scraping and scratching at the ticklish flesh, each woman grinning through gritted teeth determined to tickle him into utter madness. This was no slow teasing...no sensual softness. His soles were raked and tickled and scratchedso that lines could be seen as the nails rippled over the soles to disappear and be drawn again. And Robert screamed and screamed and screamed, this time the sounds clealy heard and loud thumping noises as his body slammed into the padding. His mind could not even register the sensations and his body reacted as if he were be electrocuted! It tickled so ferociously that he could not even laugh...only scream and how he prayed for unconsciousness. Robert's eyes were wild and wide with panic, his now screaming laughter deafening...his mouth wide his lungs bursting, his body wracked in sadistic merciless tickle torture...and finally blackness as his body slumped into unconsciousness. It took a few minutes for the tickler's to realize he had passed out and it was really only because the women observing took hold of their shoulders and arms to get their attention. And when they realized their Centerpiece could no longer respond they sat back in disappointment.

Robert did not know how long her had been out. WHen he awoke, he noticed his toes were free and his feet felt warm and comfortable. He could also see just a bit. In the side of the box a small circle of low light shown in.. He tried to angle his head to see out but the low light provided little help. In the distance he could see chairs, cloth covered tables, the edge of a magnificent empty fireplace...It was as if he were in a mansion or banquet hall...now deserted. No giggling laughing...now chatter...just...silence.
After Robert had passed out, the party started to slow down and the Hostess decided to end things early...well, if 3:00 a.m. would be considered early. But still, she had wanted him to last till morning. She had paid a lot of money for this man and now she felt as if she had somehow been cheated. Her plans had been to release him the next afternoon, return him to his capture, who would then return him safely, albiet unconsciously, home, none worse for the wear, minus maybe his sanity. She smiled at that thought, but suddenly frown picking up her cell. Her guests had left, some disappointed as they had not even had a chance to play. SHe would make this right and began pushing the buttons on her phone to argue, cry, flirt, anything to renegotiate the chance to keep him one more night. And after some argueing turned to tears to flirting, she got exactly what she wanted and hung up the phone. SMiling, she walked back to her "Centerpiece" and rested her elbows on the box, her chin in hands smiling at the evenings events, day dreaming for just a moment. After just a few moments, she knew she had to take care of a few things if Robert were going to last another evening of tickle torture. SHe quickly unlaced his toes one by one, the feet now lifeless and limp as Rpbert had not regained consciousness yet.She placed the palms of her hands on the soft long soles of his feet and rubbed them sootingly, lovingly, revelling and marveling at their smoothness. After pumping sevral globs of lotion into her hands she massaged it into his soles, massaging firmly and carefully, and finally covering his feet with thick warm socks. After wiping her hands on the napkin, she moved to the side of the box and removed a small panel peering in. She smiled at the sleeping man, his hair in complete disarray, drool on his face. OH how she wanted to make him howl with laughter...but she knew she had to refrain. Instead, she prepared some warm wet towels, a few dry towels, and some Snickers candy bars, Milky Ways, and water. She also, surprised he had not peed himself put in a bottle with a secure lid for his...needs. After quickly placing the items in the box, she quickly replaced the side panel. Near his head, she pulled the circular plug to allow a bit more fresh air and light so when he woke up, he at least would not panic and possibly hurt himself. Despite what he might think, she wasn't a monster and she certainly did not hate men...in fact, she loved their laughter...and using her touch to eek every bit of it from them. After turning down the lights, she ascended the staircase knowing the girl she hired would soon be here to clean up from the party. Meanwhile...she needed some sleep so she would be ready for tomorrow's....she looked at her watch...er, TONIGHT's event....smaller, but allowing those who missed out to come back.
Robert had no idea what time it was...the light was still low and hefelt something soft beside him that was not previously there....warm soft and wet. Towels? He wiped his face grateful for ...His feet were still protruding through the ends of the box and he had long ago. He would wait and try another way out...bargain, reason, but he knew he was going nowhere soon. He soon found the candy bars and scarfed them down quickly, drinking the water, and....embarrassed used the bottle that he assumed was for his relief. ANd then he lay thinking...soon dozing....waiting...and waiting.
Skylar had stayed up late watching anime. SHe considered herself nerdy, maybe even a little quirky, but she didn't care. And besides, she had the best job in the world working for the beautiful rich socialite the service sent her too. The job was easy and the woman took a liking to Skylar. Skylar often wondered exactly what this crazy rich people did, particularly where she worked, but she minded her own business, did her job, and made some good money! She clicked off the television, finished her morning coffee and scooted out the door in the predawn hours eager to get to work so she could get done and head back home to climb back into bed. Her anime habit kept her up way too late and she needed to catch up on some sleep.
The latch turned quietly and Skylar let herself in the back door, closing and returning the key to her pocket. SHe was happy the house was so big. She could clean the entire downstairs, even run the vaccum if need be, the upstairs bedrooms far enough away to be isolated from the going's on of the massive rooms, great room, dining area,etc. Entering the massive great room, she flicked on the lights. She was surprised at the condition, and then quickly remember that there was a party last night. Tables, chairs, glasses, the huge punch bowl and...
She blinked her eyes not sure what she was actually seeing when a man's voice startled her. "HEY< PLEASE! HELP ME!!!! WHO'S OUT THERE!?!?! Skylar turned to run, her heart nearly stopping but she wasn't sure where the voice had come fom. SHe froze and saw fingers wiggling through the small circular hole, not large enough to even fit a hand through. Skylar was confused...afraid...and curious. She slowly approached the odd looking box, socked feet protruding from one end, fingers wiggling to get her attention. Robert spoke again, quietly this time, not wanting his only hope of freedom to run in fear. "Please....help me....these people are crazy! ...please get me out...or call the police....please!!!! I'll pay you!"" Skylar just stared in confusion until he quieted for a moment. She peered through the small whole and could see the face of a man...in fact, a very handsome younger man and asked in confusion, "How in the world did you get in there?!?!" Robert never answered and instead yelled forcefully at poor Skylar who was as confused as he was, "GET ME OUT NOW!!!!"
SKlar stepped back, not even realizing there was nothing he could do anyhow. but instinct made her move back from the hoe. She really didn't know what to do! Robert spoke again, this time more calmly trying to remain calm and not scare this girl any more than she obviously was. "Please...please just help me...I don't know HOW I got in here. I went to bed in my own home and when I woke up, I was in this box. Please...j-just help me." Skylar's mind raced....what WAS her employer into!?! SHe certainly didn't want to call the police...she also didn't want to get in trouble and she didn't know what to do. She approached the box again, feeling around the fine polished edges for a release...a latch. "I'm trying...I'm trying!" Skylar was nearly in tears wondering what sh had gotten herself into this time. "PLEASE...I mean, please", he encouraged, lowering his voice, Hurry!!!" Skylar was frantic looking for a latch or lever to open the box. "I AM! I AM!" She moved along the box and coming to his feet kept feeling along the bottom edge of the lid. "Why are your feet sticking out?" she asked more confused than ever. When Robert heard the word "ffet" his toes immediately curled in response. The movement caught Skylar's attention and she looked down noticing the soft cords weaving in and out along the top of the padded leather end and her eyes opened wide. Robert lay quiet for a moment finally whispering, "J-Just p-please...help me get out." Skylar looked at the socked covered feet and now that she wasn't so panicky noticed various objects lying on the floor, under the table....feathers, artist brushes, pipecleaners...when the realization hit her like a ton of bricks. "THEY TICKLED YOU!?!?!", she asked incredulously. Roberts voice was barely audible, "please....please..just help me." Skylar could not believe what she was seeing, her mind racing, wondering just WHAT her employer was into! But curiosity got the best of her.
Robert lay still when he heard Skylar approach the small hole, but instead of seeing her, the light suddenly was gone and as the plastic lid was being screwed shut he heard her soft trailing voice..."Sorry". Robert immediately began yelling, pounding the soft padding on the inside of the box which absorbed most of the force and sound. But his struggling was obvious, not only from the sounds coming from within, but from the socked feet writhing as she rounded the end of the box again. SKylar looked around the room quickly, making sure they were still alone and with a curious excitement ripped off each sock and threw them aside. Robert nearly freaked out as the air suddnely hit his feet, the socks coming off so fas he barely had time to register the action. His feet continued to writhe but Skylar knew those soft cords were there for his toes. Using the heel of her hand she pressed back on the ball of his foot, forcing his foot to stretch taut as she quickly looped each cord around each toe and snugged it tight. She worked quickly and could hear Robert's muffled begging, "PLEASE!!! PLEASE DON"T DO THIS!!!! PLEASE!!!! NONO PLEASE!!!!" Skylar wasn't listening, she heard the words but her focus was to get these feet restrained and she used her hand to stretch and tie the second foot just as securely...snugging, stretching and snugging some more. While his feet remained immobile, his body within flailed and he soon became exhausted from the struggles. Skylar's curiosity was eating her alive...she had to see what this was all about and though she had not even tickled him, she felt a flush of excitiement. Moving to the head of the box she leaned down, tapping on the box for his attention and spoke quietly. "I'm sorry...I really am, bt I need to try this for myself...I'm sorry." She quickly scurried back to the foot of the box and pulled up a chair facing the long soft soles staring at them intently...noticing ever curve, every wrinle and line and was actually impressed, never realizing how nice and tempting soft bare soles could be.
SHe lay one arm across the table at the foot of the box, her chin resting on her arm just inches from the soft sole. With her other hand she used just the soft pad of her finger, and ever so gently, ever so slowly, ever so softly...ever so carefully stroked and petted just the center of his arch of his left foot. She was not prepared for the EXPLOSION of wild cackling laughter and shaking of the box and her eyes opened wide, a smile spreading across her face as one word escapes her lips..."WOW!" SHe begins giggling and begins the soft slow agonizing tickling of his arch...just that one spot....up and down...small gentle circles...slowly, lightly....incessently as he burst into louder more frantic laughter. "She stopped tickling but couldn't stop giggling as she knocked on the box, "YOU ARE SO TICKLISH!!! THIS IS SO MUCH FUN!!!!" Robert never had time to respond as her finger tip returned to the teasing sadistic tickling of his arch, her eyes wide in mischevious wonderment, her giggling and laughing at his plight. Her fingers began to roam, almost idly...casually stroking along his soles, carressing the heels, the balls of the feet, under his toes. The noise inside the box was deafening...wild frantic, out of control laughter exploded from Robert's lungs. Skylar smiled unable to stop her incessant giggling...lost in time...lost in thought understanding now her employer's passion. She wonder's how bad this is for the poor man...but she couldn't stop. His laughter made her laugh! His ticklishness was her delight! She really didn't care right now...this was fun...exciting...and she had no intent of stopping any time soon.

Robert was nearly insane, his laughter unstoppable, the sensations emanating through his soles was so intense as to be almost indescribable. This tickling was different...every bit as sadistic as the women but it had an element that seemed to make not only the tickling worse...but his mindset...what little he had! If he could think, and at this moment, nothing existed other than what was happened to his bare soles, he would have realized what this difference was. This was not someone with a mean streak...but rather someone with a new found, child-like wonderment of a new discovery! A new toy! A new plaything! Her giggling, though feint in the box, was constantly in the back of his mind...almost subconsciously. Under any other circumstance he would find her giggle adorable...but not he just found it terrifying! If he could think...if he could analyze his situation, he would remember how his two year old niece, opened a toy at Christmas and while ignoring the toy, played with the box for hours...and hours...and hours...never getting bored, never tiring. If he could think, he would have realized he WAS the box and her new found discovery...her wonderment of using just a simple stroke of her finger to cause such an explosive reaction of screaming cackling was not a discovery should would grow tired of...at least not for hours...and hours... Fortunately for Robert, he could not think these things...he could not comprehend...he could only feel...and laugh...and at times scream...but this, for rreasons he did not...could not comprehend, was worse that what he had experienced the previous night...or at least it seemed like it.

Skylar was elated, giggling and smiling, her fingers still roaming...almost casually...exploringly. With every cackling scream her eyebrows would raise, and her large beautiful smile would spread further. She was fascinated...mesmerized with this laughing box...that seemed to bounce and tremble with delight. She stopped tickling Robert's poor feet and excitedly went to the head of the box and unscrewed the small circular plastic lid and peerred inside. She could see very little, but what she did see was a sweating delerious man that now looked more like a giggling little boy. Robert looked over at her, gasping for breath, his mind reeling, giggles still escaping his lips. "Pl-Please hehehhehehehh please...no more hehehehehhehehe...please....heheheheh" SKylar couldn't stop smiling and giggled herself at his pleading. She was excited, bouncing lightly on her toes anxious to get back to her fun. "What's your name?", she asked excitedly. Robert was exhausted as he lay limp..."p-please...j-just let me go" Skylar feigned hurt, I asked you what your name is!" she scolded. Robert whimpered..."Please! I can't take anymore..." SkYlar disappeared briefly and Robert screamed in a panicked laughter, his eyes scrunching shut as her fingernails raked solidly down both soles at once, ROBERT!!!!ROBERT!!!!! STOP!!!!!" HHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA When he opened his eyes, Skylar was peering at him through the hole once again. "Thank you!" she said sweetly. "Robert, my name is Skylar...and I am going to tickle your feet. And I'm not going to stop. I am going to explore every wrinkle of your stretched soles...the swirls of your toe prints...the balls of your feet...everywhere! This is SO much fun! I hope you don't mind!" Robert started pleading and begging, his eyes wide with terror as he threw his body back and forth within the box, letting it rock slightly. Skylar smiled and was gone. He could hear the chair clearly now as she had left the plastic hole lid off and knew she was at his feet. He begged and pleaded, his voice even cracking at times trying to reign in his panic until he exhausted himself again. He was relieved...his feet were not being tickled...maybe she had left after all? He lay quiet listening...and heard movement.

Skylar smiled big at his begging and reasoning for freedom, but she was too busy to respond, going around the room picking up an array of objects that had obviously been used or waited to be used the night before. She picked up the various objects, amidst the racket coming from within the box as it shook and trembled...words falling on deaf ears....and arranged them neatly on a tray that lay by his feet. The nerdy side of her wanted things neat and organized. She looked at each object, sometimes testing it against the palm of her own hand and more often than not, jerking her hand away in surprise at the ticklish sensation. She organized the inventory neatly on the tray, lining up the objects by size: feathers of various textures and lengths, artist brushes, some narrow and thin, others fanned, wooden chopsticks, pointed wooden shishkabob skewers, hair brushes, pipe cleaners, her eyebrows occasionally rising as she picked up and object, a smile crossing her lips. By the time she was done, she noticed that Robert was quiet and very still and she rose from the chair and went back to the small hole to peer inside.

"You okay in there?" she giggled. Robert was exhausted, frustrated, and just plain mad at this point and it showed on his face. Skylar pouted playfully, putting out her bottom lip, "Now don't be like that! Robert fumed, not turning his head to look at her. "I was just playing" she said, sounding apologetic, but covering her mischeviousness like a little girl sitting on her daddy's lap knowing how to get her way. "and besides," she added...I've been doing somethinking...some real soul searching about all this." Robert turned, this time hopeful at her words. Skylar's frown turned into a bright, irresistible small as she saw his hopeful expression. "OOOOH!<" she exclaimed..."you thought I meant soul as in S-O-U-L!!! She giggled at her own joke. "I meant S-O-L-E." And she giggled again. Robert's countenance changed as he quickly turned his head to the top of the box again, staring at nothing. Skylar was gone again from the little openng but her heard her clearly..."Robert? I was going to close that little hole back up...but honestly...I was to hear you really laugh now...long and hard!" Robert clamped his lips shut! He wasn't going to give this little nerd the pleasure. Skylar frowned. "Okay, have it your way...I hope this doesn't tickle!", she lied. Robert shuddered violently at the word. Tickle...its how she said it! Tickle...the word resounded within him when he realized now why this was so horrible and he shuddered again! This turn of events..this girl...her giggling...her teasing...it all hit him like a sledgehammer! She had no other desire than to tickle him to pure insanity...for the pure innocent joy of it! He was like that box in his nieve's hands...he WAS the box! Skylar couldn't hear Robert's thoughts, but she definitely felt a very very slight trembling of the box each time Robert shuddered...and she smiled that delightful smile again.

Skylar looked at his arches again. So long and pale and soft. Her own feet were soft but she cared for them...she understood his plight. Too ticklish for pedicures, she slathered her feet in lotion and creams everynight. She wondered if this guy's feet were naturally this soft, or if he did something to keep them so soft and nice. Either way she reasoned to herself, "I bet he regrets it now." She picked up one of the fine tipped artist brushes and held it carefully looking at the soft tip, running it over the pad of her index finger, a joyous smile on her face, "Roberrrrt?" she called in a sing songy voice, "I am going to paint you a picture...figuratively that is since I don't really have any paint...no wait, let's just say I going to paint you a picture, but I am a frustrated artist...cause I don't have paint!" Skylar laughed loudly, cracking herself up at her own jokes. Robert remained stoic...not willing to let her have any fun at his expense. "So whatcha want a picture of?" How about "Princess Mononoke?" Skylar loved her animai and tried to make a joke that either Robert didn't get or refused to answer. "AAAActually!," she she considered, "I know! Since you love this so much and I am so happy making you laugh...how about some smile faces and hearts!?!" Robert's eyes narrowed and a low growl vibrated from the box. Skylar burst out laughing, DID YOU JUST GROWL AT ME?!?!" Skylar lowered the very tip of the artist brush to his arch and began to "paint". "here's a niiiiice big circle," her voice cheery and sing songy. At the touch of the soft bristles to his arch, Robert cackled loud and hard in a rapid fire panicked laughter HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHA! The smile of Skylar's face could not be much bigger but this time, she didn't even jump at his response! "And here is a nice big smiiiiile", the tip of the brush tickling sadistically along his arch. Robert was going ballistic, his laughter wild and animalistic, she box rattling and shaking. HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! "And two widdle eyes," she cooed in baby talk, "but le's give the agry eyes, cause poooor ticklish Robert was all mad at me!" "HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHHAHAHA[PDRVYB,TU,J.NTYI/TVEOC/ET=R/PHYYT,NUR.R/]VGE]RY,BITU,.UTB/RTI,VRY,BRTBN.RYUVMRT,E.RYR", Robert screeched in panicked laughter now turned to incoherent babbling and sobbing laughter, which just caused Skylar to laugh out loud. "WOW!", she called, over his laughter, "AND THAT WAS JUST ONE LITTLE SMILEY FACE! WE HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED ON THE HEARTS YET!" Robert was beside himself and Skylar was having the time of her life as she teased and tickled him! ""WAIT! I DON'T EVEN SEE A SMILEY FACE!!!" SHE LAUGHED, "I GUESS I NEED TO START ALL OVER AGAIN!" Skylar tickled Robert's feet incessantly, the smile never leaving her face...intent on tickling him to death...at least in theory as she drew and traced imaginary hearts and smiley faces that never seemed to appear and have to be drawn and traced again! Robert was laughing now silently, his mind slipping, the sensations, if anything growing more intense as the nerves became contuinually excited from the constant stimulation. Fearing he might pass out, she stopped...having more sense that the eager women of the previous night. She had no idea they tickled him into unconsciousness, but she certainly wasn't ready to end her fun.

She stopped tickling and placed both her palms on his soles, warming them and comforting, still giggling, listening to his wheezing laughter long after she stopped tickling. Inside the box, the laughter eventually died down and was replaced with ragged breathing. Her palms felt soft and warm and his sanity began to return, his eyes to refocus. "Had enough?" she called? Robert could not yet talk. He gulped as much air as possible, trying to calm down. He felt the cords holding his toes being loosened ever so slightly and hope swelled within him that this quirky little nerd had had her fun and that she was releasing him. He was simply exhausted and grateful that she had stopped the slow insane tickle torture and he continued to gasp for air, having no strength to form coherent words.

"Robert? I think I am in love with these feet of yours!...and well, how ticklish they are." She continued to one by one loosen the cords around his toes...not enough that he could even curl his foot at all, but there was a definite difference. "And I love your laugh! But this whole time, your feet have been completely...COMPLETELY immobile as you well know. When I tickle you, I can tell I am driving you mad but your adorable laughter, and the way the box shakes...but your soles? I can't see how bad it tickles from your soles!" Robert's eyes open wide at her words...still too tired to comprehend them completely...to tired to do anything but breathe. "Robert, I want to watch your soles twitch and your toes at least have hope of moving...I just want to see the tremble...you won't be able to move them but now...I can at least see the torment you are about to express! As she talks, she watches as his toes strain to curl...almost imperceptibly but the tips bend slightly. She watches his arch try to scrunch, but only soft slight ripples appear. "Poor Robert...I'm so sorry, but I just feel like a kid at Christmas and I haven't even begun to play!" Skylar picked up a feather, long, pointed, and black. "Robert, I hope this doesn't tickle!"

As Skylar was about to apply the feather she looked up hearing a noise and almost fell backwards, jumping to her feet and stepping back, almost tripping over the chair. Before her was a woman who almost mirroed her actions, minus the chair. Both were startled and shocked by the other's presence and it took several seconds for both to even speak. Skylar started spewing apologies though she didn't know why other than the other woman seemed to have just come from an elegant event and she were dressed to clean. "I-I'm s-s-orry, I didn't mean..." The other woman regained her composure much more quickly, simply being startled by the unexpected presence obviously not a threat. Skylar, on the other hand, looked like a kid with her hand in the cookie jar! "who are you?" the other woman spoke quietly...calmly. "I came to clean..." Her voice was high and panicked and the other woman cut her off. "Calm down, calm down...you are not in trouble. It's fine, I get it..you are the cleaning girl." Skylar scowled for the first time being called the "cleaning girl" but the scowl quickly turned to confusion as she followed the gaze of the other woman at her extended hand...holding a long pointed black feather...which she immediately dropped as it wafted back and forth to lay softly on the floor. Skylar stammered, "I-I was just..." The other woman spoke once more with a warm smile, "It's okay...calm down....I get it. I was here earlier tonight." Skylar's eyes widen but now out of curiosity as the other woman approached extending her hand. "Hi, my name is Nadine, and you are?" Skylar took the hand feeling much calmer now, "My name is Skylar." Nadine squeezed her hand gently, "Nice to meet you Skylar."

Robert lay exhausted and incoherent during the brief exchange but was regaining his composure. Both women jumped when thumping and muffled yelling came from within the box. Nadine chuckled, "I see he's awake, I am actually surprised he is still here. I guess being absent-minded sometimes has its benefits.. I was here for the party. Never even got to tickle him. Some of the other ladies tickled him till he passed out and the party ended. Several of us went out for drinks and when it came time to pay, I realized I left my purse around here somewhere. Fortunately, I have some good friends and they bailed me out. This was one the way home. I actually live next door and as we are such close friends...and neighbors, I have a key. I just came back to find my purse...glad I did!"

Nadine reached down and picked up the long black feather twirling it between her thumb and forefinger and smiled at Skylar, "Sooooo?" Skylar giggled bouncing on her toes like a kid on Christmas morning, "He's REALLY ticklish!" Nadine laughed, "I know...I remember" Nadine straightened the chair that Skylar had leapt from motioning for her to have a seat facing the bare soles while pulling up a chair to sit beside her. Nadine definitely had a sense of humor and looked over at Skylar and playfully asked, "Sooooo, whatcha been doin?" Skylar giggled. Robert having given up trying to yell his way free began to whimper.

When I was here earlier, I mentioned I never got to tickle him, but I watched...Oh did I watch, and I took mental notes and I think I learned alot...His arches, for example drive him absolutely insane! Both women heard a loud whimper come from the box and both women giggled. Still watching the box, Nadine continued, "And if you tickle his arches very very softly and very slowly, he goes absolutely berserk!" Robert shuddered violently, the only noticeable sign was Robert's toes moving almost imperceptibly trying to curl. Skylar pointed to his feet giggling hard knowing the verbal teasing was driving him crazy. "So if I took just the tip of this feather and s-l-o-w-l-y just traced it s-l-o-w-l-y uuuuuup his arch and then doooown over and over" Skylar said giggling, " THAT would drive him crazy?" Both women watched a furrow of wrinkles appear and disappear in Robert's long soft arches as Skylar talked and both giggled incessantly at Robert's plight. "Yes", Nadine replied trying to sound serious, "Or if you used just the warm pad of your finger and very softly, so softly and so slowly, almost lovingly petted his arch with just one finger." Robert started giggling. He couldn't help it. They were driving him crazy and they hadn't even touched him. Skylar playfully plucked the black feather from Nadine's hand and in a cheery animated voice said, "But what IF, I used the feather on his right arch and you use your fingertip on his left arch...at the same time?!" Robert was not a giggling mess almost feeling their descriptions on his soles. Nadine smiled wickedly, though her voice sounded concerned for Robert's welfare, "But don't you think that might kill him!?" She quickly covered her mouth so her own giggling would not be heard. Skylar, loving this game with her new friend replied happily, "I don't know! Let's find out!" Robert's eyes widened in horror and yet, he laughed and whimpered and sobbed in ticklish anticipation.

Robert lay still, hoping his stillness might lead to their disinterest. But he knew that to be a completely futile hope. He really just didn't know what else to do! Their constant teasing had him near a panic. He tried to slow his breathing knowing if they atually put their words to work he would quickly lose his mind. He suddenly began thinking about his vulnerability in a new light. Every nerve of his soles on high alert...waiting...wondering...focused too much on his helplessness... HAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHANONONONONONOOOHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH! The furious cackling exploded from him, his thoughts shattered immediately as his body responded to the soft teasing tickling his arches were now enduring. The sensations coursed through him exploding in his brain, almost unable to comprehend what they were doing to him! He could not think...He could only laugh...and writhe...and laugh...and trist...and laugh...and scream his voice rising two octaves beginning for mercy!

Skylar focused intently on her tickling, wielding the feather, she watched intently as just the stiff pointed tip flexed and bent as it s-l-o-w-l-y traced his arches, dipping subtly into every curve of his sole. She had actually jumped and giggled at Robert's response but she never lost her focus, nor intent to tickle him to pure and utter madness. Nadine, started with her, both poised to strike, holding her fingers of three and silently counting down, each finger folding in turn....3...2...1. As Skylar applied the feather Nadine used just the soft warm pad of her index finger and just as slowly, just as tenderly...traced and petted his other arch, relishing in the feel of his soft skin against her finger. She glanced over at Skylar, biting her bottom lip, eyes wide with excitement and a wicked, mischievous smile crossing her face. SHe smiled knowing how much Skylar was enjoying herself, but quickly returned to the ticklish dessert before her. Petting...stroking...tickling...tracing that soft, struggling arch that had nowhere to go.

Robert was going ballistic...there was no other word for it. The laughter now coming from the box was loud and animalistic...it shuddered as he bounced and thrashed within the padded confines. The laughter was mixed with screaming and sobbing as Robert's mind was being ripped from its very sockets! Both Skylar and Nadine giggled, almost continually to themselves lost in their own little worlds...mesmerized by the long narrow soles trying to convulse in ticklish agony, listening to the cackling frantic laughter with pure delight. And they tickled...and traced...and teased...and grinned and giggled...why Robert's sanity began to slip.

Skylar watched intently as each tendril of the feather bent and dragged across the now hyper ticklish skin. She followed ever soft crease and line of his sole and arch, tracing each one individually. Nadine was lost by her sense of touch...his soft arches rippling under her fingertip captivated her as she sat dreamily, eyes closed concentrating on each soft ripple of his arches, tracing the lines not by sight but by feel. The two seemed relaxed, in a dreamlike state, reveling in the joy of their teasing, Robert's frantic cries, and rattling of the box so continual now as to be almost rhythmic, Robert on the other hand was...well, a mess. His sanity teetering on the edge, his laughter exploding, his sides aching, his chest burning, his thrashing near violent within the soft confines. Tears flowed from his eyes...nothing existed but the excruciating ticklish sensations and their soft gentle, almost loving ministrations to his arches. He wanted to stop laughing but he was lost mindlessly in the throes of ticklish agony...crying, laughing, cackling, screaming. The feather never stopped...slowly...so agonizingy slow uuuuuuup and dooooown...Nadine's fingertip...so...very...light tracing aimlessly...their minds lost in bliss...his lost in insanity..

Robert lay in the dark, trying to remember. He had fainted and in his groggy state of renewed consciousness he lay still trying to gather his senses. He began to stir, realizing there was a bottle of water and a cool wet washrag on his hand, "gifts" evidently placed in the box for his benefit. He quietly wiped his face hearing soft feminine voices...which made him remain very still once again. The memory and reality hit him hard and he wondered how long he had been out. He strained to listen as the two women talked quietly. :THAT was AWESOME", Skylar chatted happily, emphasizing her words. "I know!", Nadine answered! I just want to take him home and keep him! In fact..." Nadine laughed out loud, "I think I will keep him and I will name him, "Arches!" Both ladies giggled at her joke. Robert's eyes grew wide not knowing if they were teasing or not. Both ladies wished it were possible but they also knew it was nothing but wishful thinking. "That soft arch tickling drove him mad! I've never seen anything like that! He just went nuts!" noted Skylar. Nadine smiled, "Aren't you glad I took notes?" Both girls giggled again. "Just wait until tonight!" Nadine suddenly exclaimed! " Skylar suddenly cocked her head, "Tonight?" "Well, I am just assuming, be he is still here, wrapped up like a little gift...and last night's party ended well before it should have since he passed out...if I know my dear neighbor, she is planning something for tonight...we'll wait and see." Skylar frowned, legitimately sad, "I wish I could be there." Nadine winked at her smiling, "If this actually happens, let me see what I can do."

"About what?" Both women nearly jumped out of their skins as their heads whipped around, their chairs scuffing across the floor. The hostess, friend to one, employer to the other stood leaning against the door frame, her arms crossed against her chest, smiling. Nadine smiled back; Skylar blushed profusely and shaken from her fun, began offering rapid-fire apologies to her boss. "Skylar! Skylar, its fine!" Looking at the two of them, she continued, "From what I've been hearing over the last several minutes, it sounds like you two have been playing with my Centerpiece! The poor guy needs a rest if he is going to be ready for this evening...and yes Skylar, after listening to you two, you are most definitely invited."

When the hostess mentioned another party, Robert involuntarily shuddered curling his toes and scrunching his feet. For the first time since "playing dead" he realized his feet were free of the toe ties and his feet began to writhe and flex...all in response to her words. And this was a mistake! His moving feet caught the attention of all three women, their eyes turning, smiling toward the wiggling feet. "Speaking of which...", the hostess walked to the box as the two women followed. Robert, now with the realization that his feet could move freely gained the mistaken idea he could somehow free himself. He began pulling frantically at his ankles, still securely and snuggly stuck in the padded holes. His shouting, begging, and threatening protests were deafening within the box, but muffled frantic gibberish from the outside. "My! He is a feisty one!...What have you two been doing to him?!", the hostess asked smiling raising an eyebrow. All three ladies laughed as Robert's struggles and protests continued. "Actually,", Nadine replied, "he passed out and after he was unconscious, I freed his toes so his muscles could relax and lotioned his feet...so you see, we have been taking very good care of him!" Skylar couldn't stop smiling. "He passed out again!?!...Just from the two of you!?!?!" Skylar giggled bouncing on her toes, "Nadine shared a secret with me..." Nadine smiled at her friend and neighbor, I hope you don't mind, but I gave your little Centerpiece a nickname...Arches" Skylar giggled unable to stop herself, her bouncing more excited as she replayed it all in her mind. "Aaaaaah..." the hostess answered knowingly. "I kinda noticed that last night" She paused thoughtfully, "Yes! I like it! We shall call him Arches!"

Fortunately for Robert, he could not hear her words, his own words so loud and frantic that he could only focus on his freedom though his struggling began to quickly wear him out. Nadine interjected, "Maybe though...we should keep that name to ourselves. If we share that little secret, he will end up passing out way too quickly...He didn't last very long when that was our focus. Its sort of a catch22. It drives him absolutely mad with ticklish laughter, but he passed out when thats what we focused on...we don't want him to pass out that quickly tonight." The hostess furrowed her brows, thinking, "True, true....Okay, our secret." Alll three women smiled knowingly.

Robert had once again exhausted himself and his frantic yelling turned to whimpering pleading. "P-Please...n-no m-more...Please..." When he felt a pair of warm hands on his feet, he jerked violently and then calmed as the soft warm hands began massaging his feet. As Skylar and Nadine warmed and soothed his feet, the palms caressing his soles, their fingertips massaging into the tense muscles, a glare of light suddenly blinded him as the hostess unscrewed the cap of the access hole by which he received the water, and candy bars. The hostess peered in at the exhausted squinting face and asked with sincere concern though her voice was cheery, "You okay in there?" Roberts anger was past...long gone now just resigned, his voice shaking, "p-please...j-just let me go...please....please...I can't do..." "Ssssssssh...it will all be over tomorrow..." Robert becan to whimper, too tired and exhausted to do much else, his voice soft...his voice quivering...."please....no...no more...." Even in his weak protests, he moaned enjoying the soothing attention to his feet. The hostess looked to the end of the box briefly smiling at the two women as the moan escaped his lips, and then back at the squinting tired Robert. "You seem to be enjoying this", she chuckled. "Listen, we are going to let you rest...you will need your strength for tonight...I will bring you some warm food, and a few warm washcloths...but you are sticking around for one more party...Sorry." The hostess face broke into a wide toothy smile that even Robert could not ignore. "B-But...wait....please....its too..." Robert stopped talking as the light disappeared and the hostess began to screw the cap back onto the opening. Her words faded in his ears..."But first I need to show these girls one more thing."

Robert burst into one last frantic, though feeble attempt of protest, his feet wriggling from the two comforting pair of hands. The hostess having walked across the room returned with two towels, handing one to Nadine and one two Skylar. "Let me show you something, and then we need to let this poor guy rest. She instructed them to each roll the towels into the form of a bolster and then place then behind the top of his feet. Each did as instructed as they then used the heel of their hand to push back on the ball of his foot ans the hostess retied each toe in place. Robert was inwardly frantic trying to figure out what they were doing to his feet. As each toe rope was tightened his toes stretched back and his sole stretched taut. But to his horror, what he noticed, what he could feel, were the balls of his feet were not jutting forward, protruding out tight and immovable. To the ladies, it looked as if the balls of his feet were actually begging to be mercilessly tickled. He tried to curl his toes. Whereas bore the movement was at least perceptible...now there was no movement...at all. The now stretched pink hued balls of his feet were the obvious target. Skylar beamed, admiring her new mentor's experience and lead, her smile happy and giddy. Nadine smiled...wickedly. So very wickedly. "Ladies," the hostess explained, "I haven't had my morning coffee yet, so you to have fun...I'll be back in a bit."

As the hostess left the room, Nadine and Skylar stared at each other, their eyes twinkling, toothy grins spread across their beautiful faces...smiles that would have chilled Robert to the bone if he could see them. In unison, their eyes focused on the balls of his feet, protruding forward, the skin smooth and inviting. And this time, and once again in unison, both brought their nails, Nadine's black and shiny, Skylar's blue and polished, though not quite as long, but equally as effective and began scrabbling fast and furious. The explosion of laughter within the box was immediate beginning with a scream of sheer panic and continuing in loud cackling laughter. The hostess, down the hall and on her way to the kitchen griined at the muffled sounds, clearly heard all the way down the long hallway. Skylar and Nadine tickled so intently, both were gritting their teeth, focused on their mirthful cruelty. Each watched white lines appear and disappear as each nail scrapped in lightening speed across the ticklish flesh. This time, there was no teasing...no loving strokes of a soft fingertip. The sounds of their nails scritching into the balls of his feet were audible and they grinned so hard and so intently their faces hurt. Robert cackled, his lungs bursting, their fingers never slowing. The sensations exploded in his brain, the sensation so intense he could barely process it. But his laughter and screaming were clear evidence he was in pure ticklish torment. Robert could not think,could not talk let alone protest. Laughter, however, tortured laughter poured from him in torrents. His feet no longer even strained against the binds, surrendering unwillingly to the sadistic tickling. His helpless laughter just encouraged Nadine to tickle harder and faster, their nails tickling and scraping into the soft balls of his feet help motionless. As Nadine's hands both focused on the balls of his right foot, she lowered her head and using the tip of her tongue, began to flick it teasing along the stretched tight arch. The box shuddered and sobbing was heard, mingled with hysterical laughter. The movemet of the box and new sounds caught Skylar's attention and she looked over at Nadine, surprised and wide eyed that she was using her tongue on his foot. The thought never crossed her mind and rather than anything related to repulsion, her eyes lit with new enlightenment as she lowered her own heard to lick the soft bottom of his toes, her nails never slowing or letting up on the tickling of the balls of his feet. Robert's screaching was clearly audible, his sobbing pronounced. He was fighting his very insanity and praying for unconsciousness but it just wasn't happening.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk", both girls looked up at the voice, seeing their lovely hostess leaning again on the door frame, sipping her coffee. "Okay girls, let him rest. We need him ready for tonight." Both girls reluctantly stopped. Robert continued to laugh and sob long after their fingernails left his feet, his mind reeling, gasping now for air. Nadine stood up heading for the handbag she had previously left before coming back to the still seated Skylar. "Nice to meet you Skylar she smiled warmly extending a hand. "You too, and thank you...I guess I better get to work and clean this place up." As Nadine left, she let her hand find his arch and scribbled quickly, pulling her hand away after just a sec or two. She addressed the box, the wrecked man inside and is a flirtatious sulty voice cooed, "And we will see you tonight...Arches!" Skylar giggled, her own fingertip softly and slowly petting the arch of his other foot, "Yes...we will...and off to work I go." The hostess looked at Skylar seriously and addressed her as an employee this time. "I have alot to do, and, (looking around the room) so do you. So, seriously, let him rest." She smiled now at Skyler and approached the box untying Robert's toes, rubbing them for just a few minutes. Moving to the head of the box, but not removing the cap of the entry, leaned down so Robert could clearly hear her, Sllep, rest, and we will see you soon...Arches." Skylar giggled as she began picking up the napkins, crumbs, and mess created by the party of the night before. Robert fell asleep in short order, exhausted both mentally and physically...and he slept. (Part 10 Soon)

Please continue! Great beginning!

Wonderful story! I truly wish I were in his place.
Looking forward to the continuation of this story.

wow, nice story.

OMG yeees! Keep going, drive him insane!

Please tell me theregarding is more

Wonderful story!

Wow awesome story! Thank you I like your work.

Omg... this one of the BEST stories I have ever read. I think your fantasy just became mine... (As Ler AND lee...) WOW!!!!!!!!!!


This needs 2 happen at Gatherings...

This is a hot, hot story!

I wouldn't mind being in his place at all.

Good stuff!

um whoa awesome i shivered when i read part 5 coming soon xD

Noticed you mentioned Skylers feet were ticklish.. Any chance she ends up the centerpiece?

Excellently drafted. Sadly we don't find a lot f/m stuff here, its mostly f/f, m/m and a bit of m/f.

Just really felt the need to post this on the original draft. This story has been flat out amazing. In my opinion one of the best I've seen in a long time. It kind of reminds me of "Th Goddess Spa and Dungeon" story that was posted a long time ago. You really did a great job writing in that moment when the tickling stops and the next person begins. Especially with Skyler who's just walked in and went from possible savior to searious threat. Can't wait to finish the part and selfishly hoping there is more to come and it's all f/m tickling.

Agreed. Really just phenomenal work.

i love it ^_^

This story series is epic!

could you please continue and write Night 2?

Your public has spoken! haha

I will get to it soon!

When is night 2 coming?

This was so well written. I really enjoyed it

wow