Links to parts 1 & 2 below:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...-starring-Katy-Perry-(*-F-Feet)-Part-1-(intro)
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...ing-Katy-Perry-(M-F-Feet)-Part-2-The-Pedicure
Katy awoke extremely groggy. Instantly she remembered the ordeal she had managed to survive at the hands of 'the pedicurist'. Opening her eyes she saw the now familiar surroundings of her cell. Looking down she saw her feet were back under the protection of her black socks but could feel some sort of plastic lining. Curious, she reached down to see the contents of her socks...
"Don't even think about it!" barked the male guard that had witnessed her excruciating pedicure. "There are cameras set up in this cell so if I see you so much as touch those socks, I will take you to the pedicure room, secure you in place, remove your footwear and secure your toes. I will then gently glide 2 stiff feathers up and down those ticklish soles until you pass out. Not to mention you will then have to undergo another pedicure which, judging by your reactions to the first, I assume you would prefer to avoid."
Katy's toes - as had become customary - scrunched at the thought of feathers dusting her arches.
"Those socks do not come off until your feet are about to be tickled tomorrow.The nerve serum is working its magic making those silken soles of yours more ticklish and the lotions are soaking into your skin but your feet need to be warm, hence the socks. We can't have your feet being anything less than record-breakingly ticklish for your punishments now, can we?"
"But surely with my feet this warm in the same socks for 2 days they will smell horribly tomorrow?" Katy retorted smugly, thinking she had found a way around this problem. She longed for her feet to be bare and more comfortable and was dying to run a finger along her soles. For while she hated the fact that the horrific pedicure she had endured had made her feet incredibly even more ticklish, she was secretly excited about having what were surely now the softest soles of any woman on earth. What truly irked her was that this reward for the agony she had endured was not for her to enjoy, rather the reward was a truly magnificent and stupendously ticklish pair of feet displayed for whoever would have the privilege of tickling them tomorrow.
The guard chuckled. "Not at all Miss Perry. With the strawberry lotion that has been so copiously rubbed into your feet, any sweat emanating from your feet will be strongly strawberry-scented. See I always find when something smells so alluring, I cannot help but investigate it further with a taste. Let's hope your tickler has a cold tomorrow, or else how could he not wonder what those gorgeous feet taste like?" the guard added evilly as he walked off.
Chills were sent down Katy's spine as her toes curled violently, closing the sensitive space beneath them like a Venus Fly Trap, and every hair on her body stood to attention. What a horrible image for her to go to sleep on, she thought. For the raking of nails and the swishing of feathers on her soles was one thing, but the thought of a wet,slobbery tongue rasping along her precious, ticklish soles was another thing entirely. It was without a doubt her worst nightmare.
Trying to suppress that horrible image, Katy tried to drift to sleep. Though it was early, she knew tomorrow was likely to be a highly strenuous day. With one last flashing mental image of a large, wet tongue licking her immobilised soles, she nodded off.
While Katy's dormant mind was awash with nightmare flashbacks of her looking along her legs wrapped in thick neoprene, to her bare feet restrained vulnerably with her toes tied back in front of a grinning pedicurist, who was methodically running stiff brushes along her soles, a man was studying what appeared to be colour-coded scans of a pair of feet. Mitchell Eriksen examined the images keenly. After Katy had passed out during her pedicure, the prison made detailed scans of the nerve receptors in her soles. Mitchell could not contain his excitement. After his years of training in Japan under the tutelage of a legendary ninja warrior, who provided endless subjects on which Mitch could hone his skills (the number of female ninjas breaking the conduct codes dropped dramatically in his time there, as word spread that to do so would surrender their ticklish soles to Mitch for hours of practice) and 5 years working for the government - who had managed thus far to conceal the hysterical screams elicited by Mitch in various prisons around the country - he finally had an assignment to look forward to. One would not dedicate one's life to the sensitivity of women's feet if one did not have a raging foot and tickling fetish. Too long had he sat dejected as an attractive foreign agent spilled all her secrets after enduring his techniques a mere 5 minutes. Not this time. This time, he had a contract in which his expertise was required in extracting as much laughter from Katy Perry as possible in 3 hour-long sessions. Her poor feet - the feet that were top of the list of feet he aspired to tickle - would be forced to suffer under his ministrations and this time there would be no halting after 5 minutes.
He could scarcely believe his eyes as he looked at the images. Normally the colours ranged from yellow (mildly sensitive) to orange to red (highly sensitive). Miss Perry's feet required an entirely new colour key: both feet were red, with several dark red and a few purple (categorised as "off the charts") patches. He noted purple patches between her toes and underneath her toe stems, as well a long rectangular block of purple on each foot extending from the middle of the balls along the insteps to the heels, and venturing half way along the width of her soles. "Boy she will love it when I glide feathers along her arches", he said aloud, barely containing his excitement.
Katy was awoken early and performed her usual routine; returning to her cell to nervously wait for the first installment of her nightmare punishment, like a soldier on the eve of battle. The next hour or so passed in a blur as she was transported to the studio where she recalled she had filmed "California Gurls". As she was brought in, she looked over to see a small TV studio, where the female presenter was sitting with her foot on her co-presenter's lap, as he seemed to be testing different objects by running them down her sole and gauging her reaction.
"What was the worst object Gloria?", asked the male presenter earnestly?
"Oh the stiff feather by miles. So soft on the sole and yet so agonising as it caresses the skin.," she replied.
"Well there you have it folks, the feather could be the key object to look for in Miss Perry's punishment today, though we are told that our tickler today Mitch Eriksen has a few other tools and tricks up his sleeve. Of course, for anyone who still doubts the merits of tickling as a punishment it is worth noting that Gloria here had one foot free to move around as it was gently tickled and she hated it. But don't you worry for Miss Perry will have both feet immobilised and her soles, which are now at least twice as soft as Gloria's, will receive the merciless ministrations of a skilled, experienced tickler."
Katy was led over to what would be her home for the next excruciating hour or so. She snorted in derision at what awaited her. It was obvious that the theme her was the "California Gurls" hit that she stole, thus explaining the device in which she was to be held. Before she could process it properly a blindfold was placed over her eyes. Determined is she was to maintain a dignified demeanour, she did not struggle or complain, knowing that the eyes of the world, through the hundreds of cameras encircling her, were trained on her.
She felt herself being lowered to the ground and rolled up in something very soft and flexible yet equally constrictive. Audiences around the world chuckled as they witnessed Katy Perry being rolled up in extra compact candy floss, such that her head and doomed feet were the only parts of her exposed. Millions watched agog on their TVs as Katy's guards carried her cocooned form over to the restraining device.
Katy felt herself being lowered onto her stomach in the constrictive wrapping. Her knees were then bent (the flexibility of the cocoon not diminishing the tightness at all) and her ankles fastened into some object. Such was her alertness that she detected an uncomfortable presence near her feet, which for now were still protected by her plastic-lined socks but would, she knew, shortly unveiled to the watching world and made bare.
The cameras followed every move as the cocooned Miss Perry was placed face-down on the floor and her feet fastened into a hole in special stocks made of chocolate The hole was just big enough to fit both her ankles snugly. Mitch was stood next to the stocks as the guards retreated, tapping his finer millimeters from Katy's socked soles, longing to get started. The final touch was added as gummy bears were placed deep in Katy's ears to block out any sound. He had been asked to provide a commentary to his actions, in order to help the uninformed public better understand the process of punishing Miss Perry's feet.
As the guards brought over his table of tools, he sat down in front of Katy's feet and adjusted the chair height so the her upturned socked soles were at a comfortable height. "Right Ladies and Gentlemen, let's get down to business," he began. The moment of truth had finally arrived as he slowly peeled off the socks and their plastic lining. "Miss Perry's feet have received the most thorough of pedicures, and the many receptors in the newly softened soles have multiplied tenfold, to yield soles of unrivalled ticklishness. You really are in for a treat. The cameras trained in on Miss Perry's bared soles, and viewers gasped in awe at those globular heels, sweeping elliptical arches and lollipop toes, not to mention the skin which positively glistened as beads of sweat had amalgamated with the copious lotion to create a slick surface on which Mitch could weave his magic. "Now, I want to show you exactly why I will not be leaving Miss Perry's feet like this." With that, he lowered his face and gently blew across Katy's exposed and incredibly tender feet, prompting violent scrunching of her soles as her lollipop toes curled over aggressively, showing off her pristine prison toenails to the cameras.
Katy's heart began to race as her feet were bared - both at the humiliating thought of hundreds of millions around the world gazing at her bare feet and at the impending agony that was about to befall them. She could hear her breathing accelerate inside her head thanks to her "earplugs", and the demoralising realisation swept over her that the inhibition of her sight and hearing was only going to heighten her sense of touch, and that this heightened sense would be concentrated in her one exposed area of skin - that which Mitch was now eyeing hungrily. Shockwaves were sent up her body as she felt a gentle breath of warm air sweep over her soles. Panic rose within her as she could not quite believe how much such an innocuous and weak stimulus tickled. Her panic was compounded when she felt something being threaded between her toes.
Mitch continued, "if merely a gentle breath of air prompted such a strong reaction from her feet, imagine what Miss Perry will do when I begin tickling them. With this in mind, I will now restrain her feet further, as I can't have them flailing around while I'm trying to perform some of my more delicate techniques." Viewers around the world sniggered as they watched him tie Miss Perry's big lollipops together with a lace of liquorice, before lacing them down to the surface of the chocolate stocks with another piece. Little titters escaped from Katy's mouth as the material was moved between her toes. Much to viewers' amusement, Mitch then opened a bag of extra large maltesers from the table and started forcing them between Katy's other toes. "The maltesers will be held in place by tension between Miss Perry's toes, and as you will see, will prevent her from curling them and scrunching her soles during the tickling."
Katy gritted her teeth and pressed her fingernails hard into her palms as she felt the unusual material encircle her big toes and tie them down. Her anguish turned to bewilderment as she felt objects forcing her toes apart. She tried to wiggle her feet to shake the objects out but found that particular motion restricted by her tied big toes. Her heart started racing even faster now. This was it.
Katy gritted her teeth and pressed her fingernails hard into her palms as she felt the unusual material encircle her big toes and tie them down. Her anguish turned to bewilderment as she felt objects forcing her toes apart. She tried to wiggle her feet to shake the objects out but found that particular motion restricted by her tied big toes. Her heart started racing even faster now. This was it. Everything had been leading ominously up to this point. Her conviction, her sentencing, her pedicure, the endless waiting. She was suddenly overcome by regret as she thought about the skilled tickler, seated at her defenseless upturned soles and the millions watching in anticipation at home. She attempted to curl her toes at such a horrifying thought but found those pesky objects that she couldn't shake out holding her toes straight and to attention. The wait was finally over, and tears formed in Katy's blindfolded eyes as she awaited Mitch's next touch, which would surely be a ticklish touch.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHAAAAAAAHHHHHAAAAAAAHHHHAAAAAAA!" Katy screeched as bolts of lightning shot up her cocooned legs and overwhelmed her central nervous system. The nerve impulses themselves practically screamed as they shot along the sensory neurones and leaped at break-neck speed across the synapses to Katy's brain, pleading with it to remove her feet from the torturous stimulus. Alas, she tried, but found her futile struggles easily contained by her candy floss cocoon, chocolate stocks and liquorice toe-tie. Katy's brain was systematical bombarded with similar messages, as the highly-attuned receptors in her soles begged to be brought out of the line of fire, or to at least receive some protection from her toes. Cruelly, Mitch had thought of everything and those lollipops - stood to attention and ready for action - were frozen in place by the maltesers. Try as Katy might to curl them, barely a wrinkle appeared on her silken soles.
"The feather is probably the most famous tickling tool known to man and, while not all feathers are effective, there can be no better place for us to start than to draw 2 stiff feathers up and down Miss Perry's ticklish arches," Mitch enthused. Picking up the 2 cruel-looking brown feathers, he carefully placed their tips just underneath Katy's toes, before orchestrating their smooth descent past the balls of her feet and down to her heels, tracing the curvature of her arch as he did so. His eardrums vibrated painfully in protest at the incredible tortured exclamation that his feathers drew from Katy's lips - prompting viewers around the world to turn down the volume on their TVs immediately. They leaned into their screens as the camera zoomed in on Miss Perry's soles, and watched as the feathers glided effortlessly up and down, aided by the pedicurist's lotion, which acted as a lubricant to ease the feathers' sweeping motions along Katy's slick soles. Picturing the scans of Miss Perry's feet in his mind, he randomised the movements and focused on the purple patch areas.
Each new movement brought renewed gales of high-pitched laughter from Katy's famous larynx. She was in dire straits. This tickled more than she could ever have imagined. She thought the horrible scrubbing of the pedicurist's brushes was torture but this was on another level. Her feet had always been highly ticklish but the nerve serum, coupled with the exposure of that fresh layer of silky skin on her soles and the lubrication of the lotion had made her feet intolerably ticklish. By now she had guessed that the heavy artillery bombarding the battlefield that was her ticklish soles, was 2 feathers. Oh how she longed to add a few ridges and craters to the battlefield by scrunching her soles. But those pesky balls between her toes and the tight lasso around her big toes kept the field flat and open to anything Mitch decided to fire at it. The randomness of his attacks kept her on her toes (no pun intended) as for a while, one feather would start at her heel and sweep up her sole, while the other would start at the imprisoned toes of her other foot and begin a devilish descent along her arch. Then, with one feather sweeping one sole, the other feather would tease the underside of the toes on the other foot.
For seemingly an eternity, Mitch drew tortured screams from Katy as her soles suffered his merciless feathering, before, finally - and mercifully - the tickling stopped. Katy breathed frantically as she used this fabulous respite to refill her lungs.
"Now viewers, for the grand finale of Miss Perry's first punishment," Mitch proclaimed. "You would think that we have already done enough to sensitise her already ticklish feet, as they are now as ticklish as they have ever been after my feathers placed her receptors on high alert. Some of you may even feel sorry for her but you must remember why she is here." With that, he picked up a jar of baby oil and a thick brush, plus - to viewers' utmost confusion - a hairdryer. As he brushed the oil onto Katy's feet - ignoring her renewed screams - he turned on the hairdryer and pointed it at her slippery soles. "Now the oil is going to create a slick film on Miss Perry's soles upon which I will be able to scrape two hairbrushes: a technique even more excruciating than the strokes of feathers. The hairdryer, meanwhile, is heating up her feet nicely and in doing so bringing the receptors in her soles up to an all time high level of sensitivity."
Switching the hairdryer off, Mitch picked up 2 green hairbrushes and, without further ado, raked the stiff bristles along the length of the defeated soles facing up at him.
"EEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHAAAA!"
Cameras wobbled and viewers gasped in response to the deafening scream that the brushes yielded. But Mitch, unperturbed (he was more than accustomed to it having raked his nails along dozens of pairs of female soles in his time) scraped ever more furiously.
Katy, whose nerves had been shredded by the confusion and anticipation as her soles had been slowly roasted by the hairdryer, was hysterical. Tears soaked her blindfold and her once-celebrated voice was hoarse (incredible that months of touring had not damaged a single vocal chord and yet 50 minutes of Mitch's attention to her soles had broken them). The chocolate around the maltesers had begun to melt and sticky chocolate now engulfed her lollipop toes - but still the honeycomb centres refused to budge as she desperately tried to scrunch her soles.
Mitch grinned gleefully as he watched Miss Perry's soles frantically try to shake off the brushes. Watching the tendons in her taut soles futilely flexing as her toes fought viciously against the liquorice and the maltesers, was a sight he had long dreamt of, as he amused himself by temporarily engraving the the lyrics of the first verse of California Gurls into the ticklish surfaces. He wondered whether in her hysteria, Miss Perry recognised the words being spelt out by the brushes onto her tormented feet.
As the cameras converged like vultures once again on the tortured soles, trying to capture the tremors in the slick surfaces as the brushes scraped over them, Katy screamed her last few gales of laughter before, mercifully, being relieved of her consciousness.
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Katy awoke extremely groggy. Instantly she remembered the ordeal she had managed to survive at the hands of 'the pedicurist'. Opening her eyes she saw the now familiar surroundings of her cell. Looking down she saw her feet were back under the protection of her black socks but could feel some sort of plastic lining. Curious, she reached down to see the contents of her socks...
"Don't even think about it!" barked the male guard that had witnessed her excruciating pedicure. "There are cameras set up in this cell so if I see you so much as touch those socks, I will take you to the pedicure room, secure you in place, remove your footwear and secure your toes. I will then gently glide 2 stiff feathers up and down those ticklish soles until you pass out. Not to mention you will then have to undergo another pedicure which, judging by your reactions to the first, I assume you would prefer to avoid."
Katy's toes - as had become customary - scrunched at the thought of feathers dusting her arches.
"Those socks do not come off until your feet are about to be tickled tomorrow.The nerve serum is working its magic making those silken soles of yours more ticklish and the lotions are soaking into your skin but your feet need to be warm, hence the socks. We can't have your feet being anything less than record-breakingly ticklish for your punishments now, can we?"
"But surely with my feet this warm in the same socks for 2 days they will smell horribly tomorrow?" Katy retorted smugly, thinking she had found a way around this problem. She longed for her feet to be bare and more comfortable and was dying to run a finger along her soles. For while she hated the fact that the horrific pedicure she had endured had made her feet incredibly even more ticklish, she was secretly excited about having what were surely now the softest soles of any woman on earth. What truly irked her was that this reward for the agony she had endured was not for her to enjoy, rather the reward was a truly magnificent and stupendously ticklish pair of feet displayed for whoever would have the privilege of tickling them tomorrow.
The guard chuckled. "Not at all Miss Perry. With the strawberry lotion that has been so copiously rubbed into your feet, any sweat emanating from your feet will be strongly strawberry-scented. See I always find when something smells so alluring, I cannot help but investigate it further with a taste. Let's hope your tickler has a cold tomorrow, or else how could he not wonder what those gorgeous feet taste like?" the guard added evilly as he walked off.
Chills were sent down Katy's spine as her toes curled violently, closing the sensitive space beneath them like a Venus Fly Trap, and every hair on her body stood to attention. What a horrible image for her to go to sleep on, she thought. For the raking of nails and the swishing of feathers on her soles was one thing, but the thought of a wet,slobbery tongue rasping along her precious, ticklish soles was another thing entirely. It was without a doubt her worst nightmare.
Trying to suppress that horrible image, Katy tried to drift to sleep. Though it was early, she knew tomorrow was likely to be a highly strenuous day. With one last flashing mental image of a large, wet tongue licking her immobilised soles, she nodded off.
While Katy's dormant mind was awash with nightmare flashbacks of her looking along her legs wrapped in thick neoprene, to her bare feet restrained vulnerably with her toes tied back in front of a grinning pedicurist, who was methodically running stiff brushes along her soles, a man was studying what appeared to be colour-coded scans of a pair of feet. Mitchell Eriksen examined the images keenly. After Katy had passed out during her pedicure, the prison made detailed scans of the nerve receptors in her soles. Mitchell could not contain his excitement. After his years of training in Japan under the tutelage of a legendary ninja warrior, who provided endless subjects on which Mitch could hone his skills (the number of female ninjas breaking the conduct codes dropped dramatically in his time there, as word spread that to do so would surrender their ticklish soles to Mitch for hours of practice) and 5 years working for the government - who had managed thus far to conceal the hysterical screams elicited by Mitch in various prisons around the country - he finally had an assignment to look forward to. One would not dedicate one's life to the sensitivity of women's feet if one did not have a raging foot and tickling fetish. Too long had he sat dejected as an attractive foreign agent spilled all her secrets after enduring his techniques a mere 5 minutes. Not this time. This time, he had a contract in which his expertise was required in extracting as much laughter from Katy Perry as possible in 3 hour-long sessions. Her poor feet - the feet that were top of the list of feet he aspired to tickle - would be forced to suffer under his ministrations and this time there would be no halting after 5 minutes.
He could scarcely believe his eyes as he looked at the images. Normally the colours ranged from yellow (mildly sensitive) to orange to red (highly sensitive). Miss Perry's feet required an entirely new colour key: both feet were red, with several dark red and a few purple (categorised as "off the charts") patches. He noted purple patches between her toes and underneath her toe stems, as well a long rectangular block of purple on each foot extending from the middle of the balls along the insteps to the heels, and venturing half way along the width of her soles. "Boy she will love it when I glide feathers along her arches", he said aloud, barely containing his excitement.
Katy was awoken early and performed her usual routine; returning to her cell to nervously wait for the first installment of her nightmare punishment, like a soldier on the eve of battle. The next hour or so passed in a blur as she was transported to the studio where she recalled she had filmed "California Gurls". As she was brought in, she looked over to see a small TV studio, where the female presenter was sitting with her foot on her co-presenter's lap, as he seemed to be testing different objects by running them down her sole and gauging her reaction.
"What was the worst object Gloria?", asked the male presenter earnestly?
"Oh the stiff feather by miles. So soft on the sole and yet so agonising as it caresses the skin.," she replied.
"Well there you have it folks, the feather could be the key object to look for in Miss Perry's punishment today, though we are told that our tickler today Mitch Eriksen has a few other tools and tricks up his sleeve. Of course, for anyone who still doubts the merits of tickling as a punishment it is worth noting that Gloria here had one foot free to move around as it was gently tickled and she hated it. But don't you worry for Miss Perry will have both feet immobilised and her soles, which are now at least twice as soft as Gloria's, will receive the merciless ministrations of a skilled, experienced tickler."
Katy was led over to what would be her home for the next excruciating hour or so. She snorted in derision at what awaited her. It was obvious that the theme her was the "California Gurls" hit that she stole, thus explaining the device in which she was to be held. Before she could process it properly a blindfold was placed over her eyes. Determined is she was to maintain a dignified demeanour, she did not struggle or complain, knowing that the eyes of the world, through the hundreds of cameras encircling her, were trained on her.
She felt herself being lowered to the ground and rolled up in something very soft and flexible yet equally constrictive. Audiences around the world chuckled as they witnessed Katy Perry being rolled up in extra compact candy floss, such that her head and doomed feet were the only parts of her exposed. Millions watched agog on their TVs as Katy's guards carried her cocooned form over to the restraining device.
Katy felt herself being lowered onto her stomach in the constrictive wrapping. Her knees were then bent (the flexibility of the cocoon not diminishing the tightness at all) and her ankles fastened into some object. Such was her alertness that she detected an uncomfortable presence near her feet, which for now were still protected by her plastic-lined socks but would, she knew, shortly unveiled to the watching world and made bare.
The cameras followed every move as the cocooned Miss Perry was placed face-down on the floor and her feet fastened into a hole in special stocks made of chocolate The hole was just big enough to fit both her ankles snugly. Mitch was stood next to the stocks as the guards retreated, tapping his finer millimeters from Katy's socked soles, longing to get started. The final touch was added as gummy bears were placed deep in Katy's ears to block out any sound. He had been asked to provide a commentary to his actions, in order to help the uninformed public better understand the process of punishing Miss Perry's feet.
As the guards brought over his table of tools, he sat down in front of Katy's feet and adjusted the chair height so the her upturned socked soles were at a comfortable height. "Right Ladies and Gentlemen, let's get down to business," he began. The moment of truth had finally arrived as he slowly peeled off the socks and their plastic lining. "Miss Perry's feet have received the most thorough of pedicures, and the many receptors in the newly softened soles have multiplied tenfold, to yield soles of unrivalled ticklishness. You really are in for a treat. The cameras trained in on Miss Perry's bared soles, and viewers gasped in awe at those globular heels, sweeping elliptical arches and lollipop toes, not to mention the skin which positively glistened as beads of sweat had amalgamated with the copious lotion to create a slick surface on which Mitch could weave his magic. "Now, I want to show you exactly why I will not be leaving Miss Perry's feet like this." With that, he lowered his face and gently blew across Katy's exposed and incredibly tender feet, prompting violent scrunching of her soles as her lollipop toes curled over aggressively, showing off her pristine prison toenails to the cameras.
Katy's heart began to race as her feet were bared - both at the humiliating thought of hundreds of millions around the world gazing at her bare feet and at the impending agony that was about to befall them. She could hear her breathing accelerate inside her head thanks to her "earplugs", and the demoralising realisation swept over her that the inhibition of her sight and hearing was only going to heighten her sense of touch, and that this heightened sense would be concentrated in her one exposed area of skin - that which Mitch was now eyeing hungrily. Shockwaves were sent up her body as she felt a gentle breath of warm air sweep over her soles. Panic rose within her as she could not quite believe how much such an innocuous and weak stimulus tickled. Her panic was compounded when she felt something being threaded between her toes.
Mitch continued, "if merely a gentle breath of air prompted such a strong reaction from her feet, imagine what Miss Perry will do when I begin tickling them. With this in mind, I will now restrain her feet further, as I can't have them flailing around while I'm trying to perform some of my more delicate techniques." Viewers around the world sniggered as they watched him tie Miss Perry's big lollipops together with a lace of liquorice, before lacing them down to the surface of the chocolate stocks with another piece. Little titters escaped from Katy's mouth as the material was moved between her toes. Much to viewers' amusement, Mitch then opened a bag of extra large maltesers from the table and started forcing them between Katy's other toes. "The maltesers will be held in place by tension between Miss Perry's toes, and as you will see, will prevent her from curling them and scrunching her soles during the tickling."
Katy gritted her teeth and pressed her fingernails hard into her palms as she felt the unusual material encircle her big toes and tie them down. Her anguish turned to bewilderment as she felt objects forcing her toes apart. She tried to wiggle her feet to shake the objects out but found that particular motion restricted by her tied big toes. Her heart started racing even faster now. This was it.
Katy gritted her teeth and pressed her fingernails hard into her palms as she felt the unusual material encircle her big toes and tie them down. Her anguish turned to bewilderment as she felt objects forcing her toes apart. She tried to wiggle her feet to shake the objects out but found that particular motion restricted by her tied big toes. Her heart started racing even faster now. This was it. Everything had been leading ominously up to this point. Her conviction, her sentencing, her pedicure, the endless waiting. She was suddenly overcome by regret as she thought about the skilled tickler, seated at her defenseless upturned soles and the millions watching in anticipation at home. She attempted to curl her toes at such a horrifying thought but found those pesky objects that she couldn't shake out holding her toes straight and to attention. The wait was finally over, and tears formed in Katy's blindfolded eyes as she awaited Mitch's next touch, which would surely be a ticklish touch.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHAAAAAAAHHHHHAAAAAAAHHHHAAAAAAA!" Katy screeched as bolts of lightning shot up her cocooned legs and overwhelmed her central nervous system. The nerve impulses themselves practically screamed as they shot along the sensory neurones and leaped at break-neck speed across the synapses to Katy's brain, pleading with it to remove her feet from the torturous stimulus. Alas, she tried, but found her futile struggles easily contained by her candy floss cocoon, chocolate stocks and liquorice toe-tie. Katy's brain was systematical bombarded with similar messages, as the highly-attuned receptors in her soles begged to be brought out of the line of fire, or to at least receive some protection from her toes. Cruelly, Mitch had thought of everything and those lollipops - stood to attention and ready for action - were frozen in place by the maltesers. Try as Katy might to curl them, barely a wrinkle appeared on her silken soles.
"The feather is probably the most famous tickling tool known to man and, while not all feathers are effective, there can be no better place for us to start than to draw 2 stiff feathers up and down Miss Perry's ticklish arches," Mitch enthused. Picking up the 2 cruel-looking brown feathers, he carefully placed their tips just underneath Katy's toes, before orchestrating their smooth descent past the balls of her feet and down to her heels, tracing the curvature of her arch as he did so. His eardrums vibrated painfully in protest at the incredible tortured exclamation that his feathers drew from Katy's lips - prompting viewers around the world to turn down the volume on their TVs immediately. They leaned into their screens as the camera zoomed in on Miss Perry's soles, and watched as the feathers glided effortlessly up and down, aided by the pedicurist's lotion, which acted as a lubricant to ease the feathers' sweeping motions along Katy's slick soles. Picturing the scans of Miss Perry's feet in his mind, he randomised the movements and focused on the purple patch areas.
Each new movement brought renewed gales of high-pitched laughter from Katy's famous larynx. She was in dire straits. This tickled more than she could ever have imagined. She thought the horrible scrubbing of the pedicurist's brushes was torture but this was on another level. Her feet had always been highly ticklish but the nerve serum, coupled with the exposure of that fresh layer of silky skin on her soles and the lubrication of the lotion had made her feet intolerably ticklish. By now she had guessed that the heavy artillery bombarding the battlefield that was her ticklish soles, was 2 feathers. Oh how she longed to add a few ridges and craters to the battlefield by scrunching her soles. But those pesky balls between her toes and the tight lasso around her big toes kept the field flat and open to anything Mitch decided to fire at it. The randomness of his attacks kept her on her toes (no pun intended) as for a while, one feather would start at her heel and sweep up her sole, while the other would start at the imprisoned toes of her other foot and begin a devilish descent along her arch. Then, with one feather sweeping one sole, the other feather would tease the underside of the toes on the other foot.
For seemingly an eternity, Mitch drew tortured screams from Katy as her soles suffered his merciless feathering, before, finally - and mercifully - the tickling stopped. Katy breathed frantically as she used this fabulous respite to refill her lungs.
"Now viewers, for the grand finale of Miss Perry's first punishment," Mitch proclaimed. "You would think that we have already done enough to sensitise her already ticklish feet, as they are now as ticklish as they have ever been after my feathers placed her receptors on high alert. Some of you may even feel sorry for her but you must remember why she is here." With that, he picked up a jar of baby oil and a thick brush, plus - to viewers' utmost confusion - a hairdryer. As he brushed the oil onto Katy's feet - ignoring her renewed screams - he turned on the hairdryer and pointed it at her slippery soles. "Now the oil is going to create a slick film on Miss Perry's soles upon which I will be able to scrape two hairbrushes: a technique even more excruciating than the strokes of feathers. The hairdryer, meanwhile, is heating up her feet nicely and in doing so bringing the receptors in her soles up to an all time high level of sensitivity."
Switching the hairdryer off, Mitch picked up 2 green hairbrushes and, without further ado, raked the stiff bristles along the length of the defeated soles facing up at him.
"EEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHAAAA!"
Cameras wobbled and viewers gasped in response to the deafening scream that the brushes yielded. But Mitch, unperturbed (he was more than accustomed to it having raked his nails along dozens of pairs of female soles in his time) scraped ever more furiously.
Katy, whose nerves had been shredded by the confusion and anticipation as her soles had been slowly roasted by the hairdryer, was hysterical. Tears soaked her blindfold and her once-celebrated voice was hoarse (incredible that months of touring had not damaged a single vocal chord and yet 50 minutes of Mitch's attention to her soles had broken them). The chocolate around the maltesers had begun to melt and sticky chocolate now engulfed her lollipop toes - but still the honeycomb centres refused to budge as she desperately tried to scrunch her soles.
Mitch grinned gleefully as he watched Miss Perry's soles frantically try to shake off the brushes. Watching the tendons in her taut soles futilely flexing as her toes fought viciously against the liquorice and the maltesers, was a sight he had long dreamt of, as he amused himself by temporarily engraving the the lyrics of the first verse of California Gurls into the ticklish surfaces. He wondered whether in her hysteria, Miss Perry recognised the words being spelt out by the brushes onto her tormented feet.
As the cameras converged like vultures once again on the tortured soles, trying to capture the tremors in the slick surfaces as the brushes scraped over them, Katy screamed her last few gales of laughter before, mercifully, being relieved of her consciousness.
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