Ok, so I missed Simone.
It was supposed to be a one off, but she's just too cute so here's part 2.
(Link to part 1 without which it makes very litte sense: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?328065-Simone-wasn-t-ready-(DOGS-F-FEET-LICKLING)
Simone was once again nearly ready. She opened the door a crack and sneaked a peak out with one eye. Her two excited St Bernard’s ‘George’ and ‘Evander’ were sitting right outside the door. They looked at her up and licked at their slobbery chops. They didn’t try to remove their impractical costumes. They didn’t paw at the door either, not until that door wedge was pulled out. They knew the drill by now. They were good boys.
She had made some refinements to her apparatus, not least of which were the webcams with which she, George and Evander had built up a handsome fan base for her videos. She positioned the cameras, making sure their angles were perfect. One captured the entire scene and the other was focused in on a close up of the stocks where her feet would stick through. Another addition was the rope eyelet on the top of the stocks. This allowed her to kneel and place her feet through the holes behind her, toes downwards and have her wrists cuffed to the top of the stocks behind her. She had added it in response to fan requests but found she enjoyed the position just as much if not more than on her back.
She donned the baggy ‘Snow Leopard’ Kigurumi onesie, fresh from its wrapping, and hopped onto the bed to join her friends the poking stick, the door wedge string and the catering size tub of coarse peanut butter. She hit record on the laptop, moved the chair away from the bed out of reach and turned to sit cross legged and address her audience.
‘Hello OnlyFans! This is Tickly Gadget Girl again making another fan commission. This one is very specific. “AnthLeopard276” wants to see a cute little snow leopard girl…’ She smiled a beaming smile at the camera for the word “cute” ‘…getting her paws tickled by evil licky lizards. He was good enough to send through the costumes. George and Evander look just darling as you’ll see very shortly. No they don’t, scratch that, they look evil! Hehe!’
She pulled the snow leopard hood up over her bob of blonde hair and set about removing her sneakers and peeling off her colourful socks slowly for the webcam. Her toenails were painted silvery grey to match the Kigu. She then slathered the peanut butter all over her little pale feet all the way up to the ankles as usual and, feet in the air, she scooched her petite body over to the stocks. Here she performed the tricky manoeuvre of flipping over on her belly without touching anything with her peanut-buttered feet.
She nestled her ankles into the notches about eighteen inches apart and closed and bolted the stocks over them. She waggled her feet around and spread her toes, watching the effect on the laptop feed from the webcam. She then cuffed her wrists, gave a sheepish little two-handed wave and a nervous grin to the camera, hit ‘go’ on the spool robot programme and pulled out the door wedge.
An assortment of quick noises followed. The door creaked open. Evander and George lunged into action, panting. The door clunked into the stool. The breeze blocks clunked to the floor. The rope zipped tight through the eyelets, paws trotted across the wooden floor and… Simone squealed in excitement and more than a little fear as her wrists were pulled tight to the top of the stocks.
She squealed even louder when Evander and George, dressed preposterously in homemade crowd funded lizard costumes, arrived at her feet and the two slobbery tongues made contact and started to enjoy their long-lasting treat, deliciously long for them, torturously long for poor squealing Simone.
‘EEEP!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE….’
She had found that the toes down position conspired to make her struggles even more futile. The pattern of licks was not random but went from bad to unbearable as the session wore on. In the initial semi-bearable phase, the dogs concentrated on her heels which were less ticklish than her toes, but made her soles curl up and her toes point out to patter on the undersides of their fluffy chins. This pointed her toes out and placed them right in the firing line for darting licks. She would quickly jerk her toes back down and the dogs would resume licking her heels clean but she would be unable to resist pointing her toes again, and so on. Her involuntary reactions served both to provide the adoring viewers with a delightful show of alternating foot wiggles but also to make the tickling even more unbearable.
However, her heels would gradually start to be licked clean and the enthusiastic tongues would migrate ever southwards to the even more ticklish areas of her arches, the balls of her feet and finally to fixate on her toes. She knew all too well from previous experience that in this final phase, no amount of foot wiggling would discourage them.
To comply with the very specific instructions from AnthLeopard276, she tried at first to make some mewing cat noises as if she were a ticklish leopard being tortured but she quickly abandoned this as unsustainable. She instead squeaked and giggled and cooed and trilled and snorted and emitted all manner of her usual candid and un-ladylike noises for the cameras, utterly unable to contain them. Based on the feedback she’d received from fans of her “gorgeous reactions” she found herself disinclined to try to contain them anyway. The ‘sultry seductress’ persona was not her stock in trade, not Tickly Gadget Girl. Tickly Gadget Girl was a snorter.
She threw her head back and laughed in total tickle panic. She flapped her fingers to try to wave the dogs off but they ignored her. She begged them to stop, knowing they wouldn’t respond to squeaks.
She was approaching light headedness from the inescapable tickles as she entered the final phase and her toes became more and more the focus. Her laughter had started to include long passages of silent laughter punctuated with little urgent snatches of giggles and renewed squirms as she laughed herself into fatigue. These intermittent squirming fits made her fully snow leopard tail swish this way and that, unbeknownst to her. Evander and George were now determinedly licking at the peanut butter caught between her toes, always the last tempting traces, always agonisingly slow to yield to the constant lapping of the tongues.
‘HEHEHEE…’ Silent laughter telegraphed only by the bobbing of her little shoulders. ‘HEHEHEEE…’ More silent laughter.
Simone folded over flat with her face buried into the bed and suffered through the last of the toe lickles for what seemed like hours before she heard saw-bot whirr into life. Her cuffs suddenly went slack and she fell forwards flat onto the bed. Giggling franticly as her toes were still being licked, but renewed with urgency now, she uncuffed her wrists, unbolted the stocks and rescued her slobbery feet. She lay there gasping for breath for some time. Evander wandered up to check she was ok. George began trying to scrape off his lizard costume with his front paws. She raised a shaking hand to the webcam in a thumbs-up to AnthLeopard276.
It was possible that Simone would never be ready.
‘Screw it!’ She giggled and pulled up the next commission email.
It was supposed to be a one off, but she's just too cute so here's part 2.
(Link to part 1 without which it makes very litte sense: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?328065-Simone-wasn-t-ready-(DOGS-F-FEET-LICKLING)
Simone was once again nearly ready. She opened the door a crack and sneaked a peak out with one eye. Her two excited St Bernard’s ‘George’ and ‘Evander’ were sitting right outside the door. They looked at her up and licked at their slobbery chops. They didn’t try to remove their impractical costumes. They didn’t paw at the door either, not until that door wedge was pulled out. They knew the drill by now. They were good boys.
She had made some refinements to her apparatus, not least of which were the webcams with which she, George and Evander had built up a handsome fan base for her videos. She positioned the cameras, making sure their angles were perfect. One captured the entire scene and the other was focused in on a close up of the stocks where her feet would stick through. Another addition was the rope eyelet on the top of the stocks. This allowed her to kneel and place her feet through the holes behind her, toes downwards and have her wrists cuffed to the top of the stocks behind her. She had added it in response to fan requests but found she enjoyed the position just as much if not more than on her back.
She donned the baggy ‘Snow Leopard’ Kigurumi onesie, fresh from its wrapping, and hopped onto the bed to join her friends the poking stick, the door wedge string and the catering size tub of coarse peanut butter. She hit record on the laptop, moved the chair away from the bed out of reach and turned to sit cross legged and address her audience.
‘Hello OnlyFans! This is Tickly Gadget Girl again making another fan commission. This one is very specific. “AnthLeopard276” wants to see a cute little snow leopard girl…’ She smiled a beaming smile at the camera for the word “cute” ‘…getting her paws tickled by evil licky lizards. He was good enough to send through the costumes. George and Evander look just darling as you’ll see very shortly. No they don’t, scratch that, they look evil! Hehe!’
She pulled the snow leopard hood up over her bob of blonde hair and set about removing her sneakers and peeling off her colourful socks slowly for the webcam. Her toenails were painted silvery grey to match the Kigu. She then slathered the peanut butter all over her little pale feet all the way up to the ankles as usual and, feet in the air, she scooched her petite body over to the stocks. Here she performed the tricky manoeuvre of flipping over on her belly without touching anything with her peanut-buttered feet.
She nestled her ankles into the notches about eighteen inches apart and closed and bolted the stocks over them. She waggled her feet around and spread her toes, watching the effect on the laptop feed from the webcam. She then cuffed her wrists, gave a sheepish little two-handed wave and a nervous grin to the camera, hit ‘go’ on the spool robot programme and pulled out the door wedge.
An assortment of quick noises followed. The door creaked open. Evander and George lunged into action, panting. The door clunked into the stool. The breeze blocks clunked to the floor. The rope zipped tight through the eyelets, paws trotted across the wooden floor and… Simone squealed in excitement and more than a little fear as her wrists were pulled tight to the top of the stocks.
She squealed even louder when Evander and George, dressed preposterously in homemade crowd funded lizard costumes, arrived at her feet and the two slobbery tongues made contact and started to enjoy their long-lasting treat, deliciously long for them, torturously long for poor squealing Simone.
‘EEEP!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE….’
She had found that the toes down position conspired to make her struggles even more futile. The pattern of licks was not random but went from bad to unbearable as the session wore on. In the initial semi-bearable phase, the dogs concentrated on her heels which were less ticklish than her toes, but made her soles curl up and her toes point out to patter on the undersides of their fluffy chins. This pointed her toes out and placed them right in the firing line for darting licks. She would quickly jerk her toes back down and the dogs would resume licking her heels clean but she would be unable to resist pointing her toes again, and so on. Her involuntary reactions served both to provide the adoring viewers with a delightful show of alternating foot wiggles but also to make the tickling even more unbearable.
However, her heels would gradually start to be licked clean and the enthusiastic tongues would migrate ever southwards to the even more ticklish areas of her arches, the balls of her feet and finally to fixate on her toes. She knew all too well from previous experience that in this final phase, no amount of foot wiggling would discourage them.
To comply with the very specific instructions from AnthLeopard276, she tried at first to make some mewing cat noises as if she were a ticklish leopard being tortured but she quickly abandoned this as unsustainable. She instead squeaked and giggled and cooed and trilled and snorted and emitted all manner of her usual candid and un-ladylike noises for the cameras, utterly unable to contain them. Based on the feedback she’d received from fans of her “gorgeous reactions” she found herself disinclined to try to contain them anyway. The ‘sultry seductress’ persona was not her stock in trade, not Tickly Gadget Girl. Tickly Gadget Girl was a snorter.
She threw her head back and laughed in total tickle panic. She flapped her fingers to try to wave the dogs off but they ignored her. She begged them to stop, knowing they wouldn’t respond to squeaks.
She was approaching light headedness from the inescapable tickles as she entered the final phase and her toes became more and more the focus. Her laughter had started to include long passages of silent laughter punctuated with little urgent snatches of giggles and renewed squirms as she laughed herself into fatigue. These intermittent squirming fits made her fully snow leopard tail swish this way and that, unbeknownst to her. Evander and George were now determinedly licking at the peanut butter caught between her toes, always the last tempting traces, always agonisingly slow to yield to the constant lapping of the tongues.
‘HEHEHEE…’ Silent laughter telegraphed only by the bobbing of her little shoulders. ‘HEHEHEEE…’ More silent laughter.
Simone folded over flat with her face buried into the bed and suffered through the last of the toe lickles for what seemed like hours before she heard saw-bot whirr into life. Her cuffs suddenly went slack and she fell forwards flat onto the bed. Giggling franticly as her toes were still being licked, but renewed with urgency now, she uncuffed her wrists, unbolted the stocks and rescued her slobbery feet. She lay there gasping for breath for some time. Evander wandered up to check she was ok. George began trying to scrape off his lizard costume with his front paws. She raised a shaking hand to the webcam in a thumbs-up to AnthLeopard276.
It was possible that Simone would never be ready.
‘Screw it!’ She giggled and pulled up the next commission email.
Maybe they will want her to adopt cats, then goats ^^
