Ticklefootfiend
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When I left College, I have to admit this isn't quite the career I had in mind. But being a tour guide for the Castle Dungeons could have its advantages and today was going to be one of those days. As the group entered the lower levels of the castle and lined up against the wall of the infamous Harlow torture chamber, a familiar face stood out to me. Mid 30's, blonde with a tight ass, killer legs and perky tits, there was no doubt, this was Miss Hartwell in the flesh. It was the click of those black heels on the stone floor that brought back a lot of memories. Now despite the fact she was stunning, she was also arrogant as hell, stuck up, dismissive and she knew she was attractive and she had no need to try. She would laugh at people, ignore them when she choose too, but I like so many others couldn't keep our eyes off her. The times I had watched her dangle a heel, bouncing off the ball of her foot, so of course I had always wondered what those feet would be like. Well it's clear she wouldn't remember someone like me, especially after a couple of years, but to see her here with her husband, a powerful guy, tall and well built, a plan began to form.
I called out to the group that we would need two volunteers and before she had time to think, I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her to the front. She simply said "No" shaking her head, trying to pull back. But the crowd began to cheer her on and before she knew it I had guided her to the stocks and swiftly placed her hands through the leather straps and with two firm tugs her arms were pulled tight above her head. The more attitude she gave, the more the crowd encouraged her and I ushered her husband to come forward as well and support her. Before he could react he too was secured, this time to the famous rack that had held so many before it.
I took a bit more time to explain to the crowd how we secure prisoners such as this and pretty soon he was tied tightly with his feet pulled to the bottom of the rack and both arms bound to each corner. I returned to Miss Hartwell and totally ignoring here, I placed each foot into the stock and pulled down the hinge. I added the bolt to make sure she was going nowhere, the whole time explaining to the crowd why punishments such as these existed during the middle ages. Her feet swirled around the holes of the stocks and I was dying to pull off those heels and reveal her soles, but I forced myself to wait.
She called out "Enough's enough, you had your fun now let us out right this minute". With that i turned to group and led them to the exit explaining we would be leaving these prisoners to serve their time, which was met with plenty of laughter and probably relief this hadn't been them. Michelle, a fellow guide, picked up the tour and went back to see how Miss Hartwell and her hubby were getting on. I locked the doors to the chamber and with this being the last tour there would be no one to disturb us for the next couple of hours until closing. I sent a message to a friend who i knew would be very interested in miss Hartwell's current predicament with an open invite, after all, what are friends for.
As I walked towards her she began to speak, but I cut her straight off. Not wasting a second, I slide off her black heels, revealing her size 8 silky soft soles, with just a slight wrinkle and arches you wouldn't believe. Her nails were painted blue and her perfect toes flexed as the shoes hit the floor. I took my phone out and started to take pictures. Miss Hartwell shouted out to her husband "This freak is taking pictures of me, get me out of this and kick his ass." He strained against his ropes, but I had tied him well and he would be going nowhere. "Do what she says" he growled to me, but they were the last words i had to put up with as a black ball gag was shoved in his mouth and the straps fastened. I whispered in his ear that i hadn't finished with him and with that he bucked like a wild animal.
My attention was now firmly on Miss Hartwell's stunning feet and I was getting perfect shots. She called out "You better not show these to anyone" and "When we get out you will be fired". I thought it was time to explain the rules. I was busy pulling out the tripod and camera from behind the curtain, but I explained "This is a torture chamber Miss Hartwell and yes I know your name. This is what we do and by the end of this you will be begging me to release you and you will be given me permission to use every picture I take and video I make, in any way I choose." "I hope you're not ticklish" and with that I raked my nails up both of her soles. She squealed with laughter and I thought, this is almost to easy. Before she could get her breath back I looped the ropes around each of her big toes and secured these to the front of the stocks. He feet were now vulnerable and exposed, she was unable to escape what was to come. She began to beg, she smiled, she charmed, but it was all short lived as my fingers danced over her, tickling every inch of her beautiful feet. Her laughter filled the room and drowned out he muffled grunts of her husband.
My cock was now rock solid, forcing against my jeans as I got my face right up to her soles, watching her toes flex, clench, desperate to avoid the tickling. This was good footage and I asked her how it felt to be the star of her very own tickle video. "No one will ever see this you pervert" she called out. "I like a challenge" I said and next it was the hairbrush. Up and down, broken up with manic scrubbing, and this went on for a full 10 minutes with no break. I looked across at the husband and I could see he was also hard, his cock struggling to break free. Over the next 20 minutes the tickling was relentless and I would only stop to lick each soles and suck her toes, before the torment would continue again. "I give up, I give up, please god I give up, I will do what you say" she screamed through the laughter. "What can I do with this video and these pictures?" I said and she replied clearly looking straight at the camera, trying to hold it together, "I am Emma Hartwell and I star in this video of my own free will". "I am a willing tickle slut". She turned to me, out of breath begging "Now please untie us, I cant take anymore".
"Miss Hartwell, or can I call you Emma" I said with a grin, "What do you think is going to happen to your job when this video is posted on tickle sites and someone spots its their very favourite teacher starring in the flesh." Emma begged, but the options were made clear to her. "No one will be disturbing us for the next couple of hours, so I suggest you do exactly what you are told and maybe, just maybe this will stay in my private collection." She had no choice and she knew it and I looked across to her husband and said, "This goes for both of you!"
To be continued...
I called out to the group that we would need two volunteers and before she had time to think, I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her to the front. She simply said "No" shaking her head, trying to pull back. But the crowd began to cheer her on and before she knew it I had guided her to the stocks and swiftly placed her hands through the leather straps and with two firm tugs her arms were pulled tight above her head. The more attitude she gave, the more the crowd encouraged her and I ushered her husband to come forward as well and support her. Before he could react he too was secured, this time to the famous rack that had held so many before it.
I took a bit more time to explain to the crowd how we secure prisoners such as this and pretty soon he was tied tightly with his feet pulled to the bottom of the rack and both arms bound to each corner. I returned to Miss Hartwell and totally ignoring here, I placed each foot into the stock and pulled down the hinge. I added the bolt to make sure she was going nowhere, the whole time explaining to the crowd why punishments such as these existed during the middle ages. Her feet swirled around the holes of the stocks and I was dying to pull off those heels and reveal her soles, but I forced myself to wait.
She called out "Enough's enough, you had your fun now let us out right this minute". With that i turned to group and led them to the exit explaining we would be leaving these prisoners to serve their time, which was met with plenty of laughter and probably relief this hadn't been them. Michelle, a fellow guide, picked up the tour and went back to see how Miss Hartwell and her hubby were getting on. I locked the doors to the chamber and with this being the last tour there would be no one to disturb us for the next couple of hours until closing. I sent a message to a friend who i knew would be very interested in miss Hartwell's current predicament with an open invite, after all, what are friends for.
As I walked towards her she began to speak, but I cut her straight off. Not wasting a second, I slide off her black heels, revealing her size 8 silky soft soles, with just a slight wrinkle and arches you wouldn't believe. Her nails were painted blue and her perfect toes flexed as the shoes hit the floor. I took my phone out and started to take pictures. Miss Hartwell shouted out to her husband "This freak is taking pictures of me, get me out of this and kick his ass." He strained against his ropes, but I had tied him well and he would be going nowhere. "Do what she says" he growled to me, but they were the last words i had to put up with as a black ball gag was shoved in his mouth and the straps fastened. I whispered in his ear that i hadn't finished with him and with that he bucked like a wild animal.
My attention was now firmly on Miss Hartwell's stunning feet and I was getting perfect shots. She called out "You better not show these to anyone" and "When we get out you will be fired". I thought it was time to explain the rules. I was busy pulling out the tripod and camera from behind the curtain, but I explained "This is a torture chamber Miss Hartwell and yes I know your name. This is what we do and by the end of this you will be begging me to release you and you will be given me permission to use every picture I take and video I make, in any way I choose." "I hope you're not ticklish" and with that I raked my nails up both of her soles. She squealed with laughter and I thought, this is almost to easy. Before she could get her breath back I looped the ropes around each of her big toes and secured these to the front of the stocks. He feet were now vulnerable and exposed, she was unable to escape what was to come. She began to beg, she smiled, she charmed, but it was all short lived as my fingers danced over her, tickling every inch of her beautiful feet. Her laughter filled the room and drowned out he muffled grunts of her husband.
My cock was now rock solid, forcing against my jeans as I got my face right up to her soles, watching her toes flex, clench, desperate to avoid the tickling. This was good footage and I asked her how it felt to be the star of her very own tickle video. "No one will ever see this you pervert" she called out. "I like a challenge" I said and next it was the hairbrush. Up and down, broken up with manic scrubbing, and this went on for a full 10 minutes with no break. I looked across at the husband and I could see he was also hard, his cock struggling to break free. Over the next 20 minutes the tickling was relentless and I would only stop to lick each soles and suck her toes, before the torment would continue again. "I give up, I give up, please god I give up, I will do what you say" she screamed through the laughter. "What can I do with this video and these pictures?" I said and she replied clearly looking straight at the camera, trying to hold it together, "I am Emma Hartwell and I star in this video of my own free will". "I am a willing tickle slut". She turned to me, out of breath begging "Now please untie us, I cant take anymore".
"Miss Hartwell, or can I call you Emma" I said with a grin, "What do you think is going to happen to your job when this video is posted on tickle sites and someone spots its their very favourite teacher starring in the flesh." Emma begged, but the options were made clear to her. "No one will be disturbing us for the next couple of hours, so I suggest you do exactly what you are told and maybe, just maybe this will stay in my private collection." She had no choice and she knew it and I looked across to her husband and said, "This goes for both of you!"
To be continued...
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