How to Tame a Princess Pt2 (MultipleF/F ● Extreme Tickle Torture ● Feet & Upper Body)
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Synopsis:
For what she did to Kaguya, Princess Haruhime must now spend a whole year in Mistress Ching’s Etiquette School. Haruhime thought she was simply going to be punished, however, the wicked Mistress found several faults in her; faults which will be corrected, whether the Princess likes it or not.
The story:
How to Tame a Princess: Part 2 - Haruhime's Turn
Princess Haruhime could hardly believe it when her father, Emperor Mukai, ordered her to spend one year in Mistress Ching’s Etiquette School, as a punishment for what she did to her sister.
“I was only trying to protect the family honor!” She argued, but her father upheld the sentence, countering that protecting the family honor wasn’t up to her, especially if it required imprisoning and torturing her older sister.
Haruhime felt betrayed, but held back her tears and accepted the sentence. She couldn’t sleep that night due to the nerves; not even a cup of warm tea helped. The next morning, she was escorted to the school. She knew well the horrors that awaited her, yet walked past the gate of her own volition, with her head held high.
“I may have been sent to hell, both needlessly and unjustly, but I won’t stop being a good, loyal, honorable daughter. And I won’t let them strip me of my pride.” She thought.
Shortly after arrival, she is taken to the same room where her sister was tutored.
“Welcome, Princess Haruhime. Please have a seat.” Mistress Ching invites.
She swallows dryly and obeys, expecting to be restrained; but it doesn’t happen. What follows is a morning-long interview where Ching questions Haruhime about her feelings. The old woman wants to know about her relationship with her father and sister; how she feels about her body, about tickling, about being sent here... And so on.
“Are you jealous of your sister?”
“No. Why would I be?”
“You tell me. Can you think of any reasons why you would? Hypothetically?”
“Well... She’s first in line to the throne by a single year, but that doesn’t bother me. She’s no more beautiful than me; certainly not with the way she exerts herself. We're almost identical twins, as you know, except that she’s slightly more muscular, and her feet are nicer than mine, I think... But no, I wouldn’t say that I’m jealous.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. I’m telling you, I’m not jealous of her!”
“Why did you scheme to have her sent here?”
“What I did to my sister was horrible, I admit it, but it was necessary for the good of the family; perhaps of the entire country.”
“But that wasn’t the only reason why you did it, was it?”
The Princess hesitates for an instant, then answers, “No. I also wanted to get back at her. As you already know, we sometimes had tickle-fights when we were younger, and she always won. It was frustrating, and unfair. I don’t think Kaguya ever realized how frustrated I felt.”
“Why did she always win?”
“Because she was bigger and stronger.”
“She’s only one year older than you, not to mention extremely ticklish. She couldn’t have had that much of an advantage.”
“No... There’s more. I...”
“Go on. Tell me. I need to know everything in order to help you best.”
“I have this reaction... When I’m tickled, I lose control over my body. First, I feel this overwhelming need to escape, which makes it hard to focus on anything else, such as tickling someone back. If the tickling continues, it doesn’t take long for me to lose all strength and become unable to move my arms and legs.”
“Interesting... Very interesting.” The old woman muses. Her eyes then shift to Haruhime’s feet, concealed by white socks. “You mentioned that Kaguya’s feet are nicer than yours. Tell me more about that.”
“I don’t like my feet; or feet in general. I think they’re big, nasty, and gross; and on top of that... They’re extremely ticklish.”
“Big, nasty, and gross? That’s highly unlikely, considering you’re royalty. Would you mind taking off your socks?”
For the first time, Haruhime appears genuinely upset. “Do I have to? I’m very self-conscious. I’m only ever barefoot with my private servants; unlike Kaguya, who walks barefoot all over the palace.”
“You can put them back in a moment. I just want to see what your feet look like. Take off only one, if it makes it easier.”
The Princess reluctantly removes her left sock, showcasing a somewhat wide, but still extremely beautiful size 10 (US) foot. It’s sole is mostly pale, except for the heel and the balls, which have a lovely shade of pink. It appears to be velvet-soft, from the heel to the toes, without a hint of imperfection, disease or callosity. The arch is perfectly normal, not too low or high. The toes are cute, with oval shaped pads, and a very gentle decline in length, as is traditional in Asian feet.
Mistress Ching raises an eyebrow and asks, “You think your feet are ugly?”
“I do. I don’t like them at all.”
“Mmm... Your father was right to send you to me...” She mutters inaudibly.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear that. May I put my sock back on?”
“Absolutely, dear. Go right ahead. Now, tell me exactly how you feel about tickling.”
“I hate being tickled. Hate it. Hate it with the power of 1000 suns. It’s the worst torture in the whole world. The most diabolical torment ever invented. It’s utterly maddening. So I would be immensely grateful if you could find some other way of tutoring me. I’d honestly rather be caned or something. Anything other than tickling.” She asks with a pleading expression.
“I see. I’ll consider it.”
Once the interview is finished, Ching gives Haruhime the rest of the day while she deliberates on her case. The girl spends the afternoon unpacking the few belongings she bothered to bring, and wandering around the compound with two of Ching’s female servants keeping her company. Haruhime is extremely nice to them, because she knows that very soon, they’re most likely going to have complete power over her.
On the following morning, Mistress Ching calls Haruhime back to the classroom. This time, her ankles are locked in stocks, and her limbs are bound to the chair. The girl keeps looking at her teacher with a rather pleading look on her eyes, but she doesn’t beg, refusing to stoop that low.
Mistress Ching then lists the girl’s faults, and how they will be corrected.
“You have a distorted view of your feet. They’re not ugly, but beautiful. This fault will be corrected through ‘feet appreciation sessions’.”
“Distorted view? That’s...” She starts to complain, but then changes her mind. “Nevermind. What will these sessions entail?”
“Nothing unpleasant. Don’t worry about those. Your next fault is the tickling-induced paralysis. I’d like to observe this phenomenon before making a final call, but I suspect it’s being caused by an irrational fear of tickling. If that’s the case... Let’s just say you’re in the perfect place to have that corrected.”
The Princess shudders at the notion, then asks, “Anything else?”
“Yes. You have an unreasonable amount of hatred towards Kaguya. This hatred is unacceptable because your sister is the Emperor’s first-born. You are required to love her, no matter what.”
“But I do love her!”
“And yet, you fooled the Emperor into sending her here as revenge for your childhood experiences. If you had done this merely out of a desire to protect your family honor, I wouldn’t hold it against you nearly as much. But as revenge? That’s a very different matter; and your father agrees. That’s a big reason why you’re here. The other reason is, you fooled the Emperor, which is essentially treason. You need to be punished for that, hence the mandatory year-long stay.”
Haruhime lowers her head and closes her eyes, trying to control her emotions. The Mistress continues, “Your hatred towards Kaguya, and your betrayal of the Emperor will be addressed through my standard treatment, just like your sister received.”
The Princess doesn’t agree with these "faults", and much less with the corrective measures, but she obviously doesn’t say that, hoping to secure a gentler care.
“I accept your judgement, wise matron, and I will do my best to embrace these corrections.”
“That’s very good, Haruhime. The first step is to accept your faults. Your sister required a bit of convincing before she did so.”
“Have you considered my request? A tickling substitute for the standard treatment?”
“I’m afraid that won’t be possible. I can’t leave the Emperor’s daughter covered in bruises. Tickling and bondage are the only torments you shall feel.”
Haruhime closes her hands into fists, and pulls against her bondage, producing the audible sound of straining rope. She also looks away and blinks her eyes, trying to hold back tears.
“Honorable Mistress... There are horribly painful tortures which leave no markings. You could make me hold stress positions... You could make me kneel with a wooden stick behind my knees...”
“Haruhime. No.” Ching says.
The Princess takes a deep, irregular breath, clearly on the verge of breaking into tears. “P... P... P...” She starts saying, but is unable to finish the word.
“Are you trying to beg?” The old woman asks, watching the girl cease her attempts. “Having trouble begging for mercy is a very common issue among my proudest pupils. I’ll add it to your list of faults. Worry not, Haruhime, I’ll teach you to beg.”
“Mhhhhhh!” The girl groans painfully, tugging the ropes once again.
“Now, let’s see just how ticklish your feet are, shall we?” She says, sitting down in front of Haruhime’s socked feet, which the girl immediately presses together.
“Be a good pupil and stop doing that. You don’t want to be a bad pupil, do you?” Ching asks, smiling evilly.
With noticeable difficulty, the girl forces her feet to break apart.
“That’s better.” The Mistress says, then starts massaging Haruhime’s feet. “Your feet feel warm and flexible. Quite pleasant to rub.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
Ching then starts slowly removing the girl's socks, clearly relishing how the anticipation is tormenting her pupil. Little by little, both socks pulled off, exposing a pair of gorgeous feet.
“There... Very nice! Lyn, be a dear and bring me that box.” The Mistress asks one of her servants, who immediately fetches a flat box full of tickle tools.
Haruhime cannot help but whimper when Ching holds up a plume, nice and soft.
“Mhhhhhh!” She moans and scrunches her toes, when the feather is brought to her left sole. As the plume begins to caress the sensitive skin, a smile takes over Haruhime’s lips, and she starts to roll her head sideways.
Mistress Ching relentlessly swirls the plume, leaving maddening tingly sensations all over the soft, yet wrinkled sole. This goes on for about 15 seconds, over which the Princess’ reactions grow increasingly vigorous, at which point, she releases a burst of rapid giggles, and brings her feet together, trapping the feather between them.
“Yahahahahahaaa!”
Ching doesn’t appear annoyed though. Without letting go of the plume, she picks up a thin raven feather and starts using it’s sharp tip to deliver long strokes over the exposed sections of both feet. Haruhime opens her eyes wide and squeals softly, shaking her head sideways, and convulsing her legs and feet.
“Heeeeek! Hehehehehe!”
“Let go... Let go of the feather...” The Mistress sings, mercilessly teasing the outer sides of her feet. “Or don’t... But I’m not gonna stop until you do...”
“MRRRRG!” The Princess groans, releasing the plume.
As soon as the feather is free, Mistress Ching begins a playful dance, using both feathers.
“Ha-Ha-HAAAAAAA! HaHaHaHaHaaa!” Haruhime releases a burst of beautiful laughter.
“Oh my. Your laughter is as beautiful as your feet."
”PlaaaHaHaHA! PlaaaHaHaHA!”
“Hum? Are you trying to say something? Beg for mercy, perhaps?”
“Nooo! HoHoHoHoooo! Never!”
“That’s fine. I have plenty of time to work on you.”
“Bwaaaaaaa! HaHaHAHAHAHaaaa!” The girl howls, her laughter becoming more intense by the moment. At that point, she stops trying to keep her feet still, allowing them to squirm and paddle freely.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle... Feathers work really well on you! I think you might be even more ticklish than your sister. And you’re going to be here for a whooole year.” She taunts her.
Mistress Ching’s feathery torment carries on, minute by minute. On the third, Haruhime ceases most of her struggling, yet continues laughing intensely.
“Girls, release her arms.” Ching commands.
The servants untie Haruhime’s arms and rest them on her lap, where they remain, quivering softly.
“Interesting. You really can’t move, can you?”
“NOOO! Haaa-HAHAHAHA! HaHaHaHaaa!” The girl shouts, laughing like crazy.
“Girls, come here. I want to experiment with this condition of hers.”
Minutes later, the five women are taking turns, with two of them feathering Haruhime’s feet, and the other two urging her to either move or beg.
“HAAAA-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Haaaaa!” The Princess howls with laughter, as her big, sexy feet are mercilessly teased with pointy feathers and plumes alike.
“Come on... You can do it...”
“Move your arms...”
“Or beg us to stop...”
“Just move them a little, and this will all stop...”
“Move them...”
“Beg for mercy... It’s so easy...”
“You can do it...”
“I CAAAAAAAN’T! HA-HA-HA-HAAAA!” The girl cries out.
Six minutes later, Haruhime is cackling uncontrollably as three of the women work on her feet simultaneously. One of the girls is pulling plumes between her toes from behind, while the other two tease her soles with two raven feathers each.
“BWAAAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAA!” She howls, as the feathery tips stroke up and down her arches, or draw circles and figure-eights on the middle of her soles.
“Don’t you want this to stop?”
“Just beg and we’ll give you a break...”
“NOOOOOOOO! HOOO-HOO-HOO-HOO-Hoooooo! I won’t BEG! Teee-HE-HE-HE! You CAN’T make me!” She shouts, determined not to relinquish her pride.
“Oh really?” Ching asks, smirking with an eyebrow raised. She walks to the stocks, shoos the servants away, and sits in front of Haruhime’s feet. She then drags her index nails up Haruhime’s soles.
“YEEEEEEEEEEEARG!” The girl squeals with her eyes open wide.
“Feel like begging now?”
Haruhime makes a face and shakes her head sideways, fighting the urge to comply.
“Very well, then. Lyn, help me tickle her feet. The rest of you, disrobe her from the waist up and tie her arms over her head. We’ll experiment more with her condition later; right now, we’re going to focus our efforts on helping her beg.”
The girl starts to protest, but her words are interrupted by a bunch of nails fluttering up her soles. “NO! I’m a PRINCESS! You can’t... YAAAAAAAAAAH! HAHAHAHAAAA!”
“Your sister said very much the same thing. Tickle, tickle, tickle... You’re not a princess anymore, just a ticklish girl who needs my help.” Ching taunts, spidering her nails all over Haruhime’s soles.
“Haha-HAAAAAA! HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!” The girl howls with laughter. Meanwhile, her arms are removed from her kimono’s sleeves and tied above her head, leaving her large breasts exposed.
“Looks like your feet aren’t the only thing you have that’s bigger than your sister’s. What a lovely pair of breasts.”
“SCREEEEW YOOOU! BWAAAA-HAA-HAAA!”
“Let it all out, Haruhime. We’re here to help you. Just let it all out.” Ching says. She then addresses the servants, “Start feathering her underarms. Let’s see if it helps.”
Already going insane from the feet tickling, Haruhime screams sharply when small feather dusters start spinning and twirling within her smooth, deep hollows.
“YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIH!” HIIIII-HIIII-HIIII-HIIIIIIII!”
“Tickle, tickle, tickle... Lots of tickles on these pretty pits...” A servant taunts her.
After almost 10 minutes, Princess Haruhime feels like she has reached the absolute edge of her endurance.
“STOOOOOOOOOAP! HAAAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAA! I CAN’T TAKE ANYMOOORE! YAAAAAAA! HAA-HAA-HAA-HAAAA! I BEG YOU! STOOOAP!”
Mistress Ching lets her beg a few more times, then calls an end to the tickle-torture and goes sit next to her panting pupil. The girl is a complete mess. Just like her sister after martial practice, her face is blushed brightly, and wet with a mix of sweat and tears.
“Good job, Haruhime.”
“Thank you... Mistress...”
“Do you feel relieved? Now that you're gotten that off your chest?”
“Yes... I feel much better...”
“Do you honestly believe you’re deceiving me?”
“I... I don’t know what you mean...” Haruhime mutters.
“I know you don’t agree with my list of faults and corrections. You’re just trying to earn a gentler treatment.”
“No! It’s not true...”
“Of course it is. I’ve seen it before, in the face of nearly every student I've ever had. Do you think you’re a better liar than they were? You’re not.”
“I... I don’t know what to say...”
“Then don’t say anything. Silence is better than lies. Out there, you can lie and scheme all you want, but not here, and especially not to me. Here is a place of truth; of truths you’re not ready to accept yet, but you will. Sooner or later, all my pupils do.”
After her first session, Haruhime is freed from the chair, stripped naked, bound very securely with intricate ropework, cleaned, and fed her lunch. As with her sister, the four servant girls assume absolute control over every part of her existence. In Kaguya’s case, this was done to fight what Mistress Ching considered a "control addiction". With Haruhime, it’s mostly just part of the breaking process.
A couple days later, Princess Haruhime is being prepared for her first "feet appreciation session". In her bedroom, three servant girls secure her entire body within an elegant web of shibari, then cover her nakedness with a kimono. After that, they spend some time doing her hair, make-up, and pampering her feet.
All these things give Haruhime the impression that she’s going to have company, but the girls refuse to tell her anything about the session. She’s then carried to the classroom, laid on the chair, and her feet are locked in stocks. Finally, a tall mirror is set up in front of her, so she can see her big, pretty soles.
Mistress Ching enters the room, followed by the remaining servant, as well as a man and a woman Haruhime has never seen before. They’re both well dressed, so are either nobles or rich merchants. They sit down on a pair of stools set up in front of the stocks.
The Princess scrunches her toes, feeling a mix of embarrassment and unease for having two complete strangers so close to her helpless, naked feet. Then it gets worse; without even talking to her, they start touching them.
Before she can shoo them away, Mistress Ching tells her, “Don’t fight it. Your feet are beautiful. They’re going to show you that.”
“Are they going to... You know?” The Princess asks, afraid to mention the word "tickle".
“No. Be quiet and enjoy it.”
Haruhime tries to relax while unfamiliar hands caress her feet. She feels her insteps being stroked, soles being rubbed, and her toes being gently squeezed.
“This is just a foot massage. I’ve had these before.” She tells Ching. The old woman silences her with an intense stare.
A moment later, the two "masseurs" start complimenting Haruhime about her feet, telling her they’re gorgeous and baby soft.
“Don’t you think they're too big?” She asks.
“Their size is perfect.” The man replies.
Haruhime then drops her jaw and blushes brightly when he plants a kiss, right on the balls of her left foot. The woman then joins him, starting to kiss her right toes.
“Why are these people acting like this? Feet are gross!” Haruhime thinks, feeling awkward and embarrassed as the two strangers carry on covering her feet with kisses, and obviously enjoying it.
“Why don’t you like your feet?” The woman asks.
“Because they’re feet! They’re gross! And they're too big!”
“You’re wrong,” she says, “your feet are very, very lovely.”
“Indeed.” The man agrees. “And they’re not too big, just have plenty of kissing space.”
“I love their shape. Kinda wide, but very cute, and so plushy.”
“And these toes are simply perfect.”
“They really are. I love how they gently slope down.”
“The skin is buttery smooth from the heels to the toes.”
“And they don’t smell...”
“Only of flowers.”
This goes on for about an hour. By the end, Haruhime opens up to the idea that there might be some truth to what Ching has been telling her. Perhaps she does have a distorted view of her feet.
Later the same day, Haruhime is back on the chair, with her feet in stocks. Two servant girls are fitting a special padded accessory to the stocks, meant to allow for complete toe bondage. Once it’s all done, Haruhime’s toes end up all tied back and spread apart, stretching out her venerable soles.
Ching sits down in front of the stocks. To her right, there’s a small writing table with a sheet of paper, a writing brush, and a pot of ink. Haruhime is not even trying to conceal her nerves. She doesn’t know what’s going to happen to her feet, but it’s definitely going to be horrifically ticklish.
“Mistress, what are you going to do?” Haruhime asks, looking at the old woman with worry in her eyes.
“To aid my study of your paralysis, I’ve decided to map your feet.”
“Map them?”
“Yes. Now hush, and don’t hold back your reactions, unless you want to do this more than once.”
Moments later, the Mistress picks up a raven feather, and starts teasing the Princess’ left pinky toe.
“Teehehehehe!” Haruhime starts to giggle, as the feathery tip licks her toe pad for a few moments. “Haaaaa! Hahahaha!” She then squeals, when the feather teases the toe stem.
Meanwhile, one of the girls begins to write on the sheet of paper.
Mistress Ching does this to all of her left toes, pausing for a few moments between each toe, then starts swiping sideways over the base of the toes.
“HAAAAAAAA! Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Haaaaa!” The Princess explodes, laughing uncontrollably.
The old woman carries on, systematically feathering the entire surface of Haruhime’s soles and toes. The best reactions are obtained at the base of the toes, between them, and on the arches.
“What... What the... What’s this about?” The girl asks during a break.
“The examination is complete. Show her, Lyn.”
The servant who has been writing holds out the paper for Haruhime to see. It now contains something very similar to a modern reflexology chart, but filled with detailed information about Haruhime’s ticklishness.
“Oh gosh!” The Princess exclaims, appearing horrified.
“Girls, release her arms, but hold them steady until she’s paralized.”
When Haruhime’s arms are securely held, the old woman starts digging her nails into the girl’s soles.
“BWAAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAA!” She explodes, struggling against the servants. Within a few minutes, she loses all strength, and the servants lay her arms on her lap.
Ching then picks up a small wooden stick with a thin, rounded tip, and starts drawing circles up and down Haruhime’s right arch.
“YAAAAAAAAAAARG! HAAAA-HAAA-HAAA-HAAA! STOOOP! HAAAAA-HAHAHA!” The girl screams at the top of her lungs. She’s barely moving her body, but her face is a mask of extreme ticklish agony.
“Move your arms, Haruhime. Move them and I’ll stop.”
“I CAAAAAAAAAN’T! YEEEEEAAAARG! HEEEE-HEEE-HEEE-HEEEE!”
Using the foot chart to guide her progress, Mistress Ching spent an hour methodically submitting Haruhime’s feet to utterly agonizing ticklish sensations. The Princess went into silent laughter with great regularity, and nearly fainted a few times.
She’s now recovering from the mind-wracking ordeal.
“WHYYYYYYY?! WHYYYYYY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!” The girl cries out. “I BEG YOU! STOP! STOP! STOOOOP! I’M GOING INSANE!”
“I want to test if I can force you to break free from your paralysis through highly localized, extremely intense tickling sensations.”
“IT WON’T WORK! STOP TORTURING ME! PLEASE! I BEG YOU!”
“It might work, if we do it for long enough. And even if it doesn’t work, think of it as a punishment for betraying your father’s trust.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOO! HEEEEEELP!” She squeals hysterically.
After two weeks of intensive treatment, Mistress Ching finally changed her approach to "curing" Haruhime’s tickling paralysis, because all she was accomplishing was driving the girl literally insane.
The Princess is now hanging upside down in a “⅄” position. Her ankles and knees are comfortably bound with expert ropework, and her hands, as well as her long, black hair, are resting on a soft floor mat.
The servant girls are all sitting down on the mat, and tickling her smooth underarms with either feathers or fingernails. Try as she might, Haruhime can’t break free from the paralysis and raise her arms.
“Haaa-Haaa-Haaa-Haaa-Haaa! Pleeeeease stooooap! Heee-Heee-Heee-Heee!” She laughs away, as the spidering fingernails burrow into her delicate hollows.
“Give her a break.” Ching commands.
When the nails stop digging, the Princess sighs with relief and closes her eyes, taking deep breaths. Tears of sweat run down her naked body and make her hair soggy.
“Enough of a break. Again.” The old woman orders.
“Noooo! Give me more time! Pleeease!”
“You’re making progress, Haruhime. Focus on staying relaxed.”
The servant girls pick up feathers and start swiping and wiggling them against the Princess’ underarms.
“Haaaaaa... Hahahahaha... No more... Hahahaha...” She giggles.
“Stay relaxed, and let the feathers make you laugh. If you touch your waist, we’ll let you down, I promise. If you can’t do it, you’ll get the nails again.”
Haruhime desperately attempts to calm down and allow her body to react to the tickling without tensing up.
“Haahahahahaaaa...” She laughs, whilst the tickly feathers lick her pits.
“Tickle, tickle... You can do it...” A servant girl encourages.
Little by little, she lifts her hands almost 20 cm from the floor, but that’s as high as she can manage.
“You’re doing it... Keep going... You can do it...” Ching says.
“Hahahaha... I caaan’t! Hahahaha... This is as high... Hahahaha! As I can get...”
After almost two minutes of underarm teasing, Haruhime’s hands collapse back onto the mat. “Nooooo! Hahahaha... Mercy! I was doing it!” She whimpers.
“Punish her.”
“NOOO! HAAAAAA! Haaa-Haaa-Haaa-Haaaaaa!” The Princess howls, as her underarms become once again a playground to the servants’ fingernails.
At the start of the second month, Haruhime is taken to the classroom and secured to the chair, but this time, her hands have been bound over her head.
Mistress Ching enters the room, followed by Kaguya. Haruhime’s eyes light up immediately. “Sister!” She calls out.
“I want to be alone with my sister.” Kaguya demands.
“Of course. Girls, out.”
Ching and the servants exit the room, leaving the sisters alone.
“Sister! I’m so very sorry for what I did to you!” Haruhime whimpers.
Kaguya sits down in front of her sister’s feet and asks, “How are they treating you?”
“Horribly! I beg you, you must get me out of here! I’ve learned my lesson!”
“I can’t. Father sentenced you to a year, and that’s what you’re getting.”
“Then you must talk to him because I’ll go mad!”
“Tell me everything they’ve been doing to you.”
Haruhime begins a full account of her stay in the school. When she gets to the "feet appreciation sessions", Kaguya chuckles and starts massaging her stocked feet.
“They bring in people to kiss your feet? They never did that to me. How does it feel?”
“It was humiliating at first, but I don’t mind it anymore. And it actually worked; I don’t see my feet as gross anymore. They’re actually very pretty.”
“I could have told you that myself. Your feet are great, Haruhime. I like how large they are.”
“Yes, there’s plenty of space to love.”
“To love and something else...” Kaguya says, starting to softly graze her fingernails against her sister’s big, beautiful, soft soles.
Haruhime leans forward with a big smile on her lips, and scrambles her feet together.
“Teeeheeheehee! Please don’t!”
“Please don’t? After what you did to me? You know I’m not the vengeful type, but you deserve this. You deserve this sooooo much.”
“Hahahaha! I can’t take it! Hahahaha! Please! I hate tickling!”
“Do you think I like it? Tickle, tickle, tickle! Laugh dear sister, laugh!”
Kaguya speeds up her nails, pursuing Haruhime squirmy feet.
“NonononoNO! HAAA-HAHAHA! Sister DON’T! HA-HA-HA-HA!” She cackles, shaking her entire body. “Please! HAA-HA-HA-HA-Haaaaaa! I can’t stand it! HA-HA-HA-HA!”
“Hold your feet steady! Or I’ll have them tie back your toes!”
Moments later, Haruhime is holding her feet relatively still with a crazed look on her face, while Kaguya teases them with two small feather dusters.
“HaHaHaHaHaaa! Please stop! HaaaHaHaHaHaaaa! It’s horrible!”
“I know! Isn’t it maddening?”
“HeHeHeHeee! Yeees!”
“You put me through five months of this! Remember?”
“I’m sorry! Hoooo-HoHoHoooo!”
“No you’re not! You’re only sorry I managed to speak to father before Ching was done with me! Admit it!”
“It’s not true! HaaaaHaHaHaHaaaa!”
Kaguya drops the dusters, quickly sits next to her sister, and starts digging into her ribs with her fingernails. Haruhime explodes with laughter, yet hardly squirms because of the paralysis. “YEAAAAAAAARG! HAAAA-HAAA-HAAA-HAAAA!”
“Remember all those times you came help those five bitches torture me? I spent the last month recovering, but from now on, count on me to pop in every few days for some quality time with my dear sister.”
“NOOO! HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO!”
“It’s going to be just like when we were kids! Except our fun is going to go on for hours!”
“BWAAA-HAA-HAA-HAAA! GET OFF MY RIBS!” Haruhime squeals.
“No more ribs? Oh sure! How about some... Underarms?” She asks, spidering her nails into her sister’s pits.
“YAAAAAAAAA! HAAA-HAAA-HAAA-HAAA!”
“Why aren’t you moving, little sister? You must love this! Tell me you love it!” She demands, lifting her nails from the sensitive skin.
“Hahahahaha... I love it! I love it!” Haruhime says, amid a sea of giggles.
Kaguya starts moving her hands rapidly, in the air, driving Haruhime nuts with anticipation. When the nails land, they do so on the sides of her belly, pinching and squeezing the ticklish flesh.
”BWAAAAAAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAA!” Haruhime explodes with uncontrollable hilarity.
“What they’re doing to you is good, but I actually think you deserve worse. I’m going to ask Ching to bring back those feet tickle sessions with the pointy sticks. And those kissing sessions are too good for you. I’ll ask her to replace them with cat feet licking! Have they done that to you yet? Trust me, it’s the most maddening tickle-torture there is!”
“NOOOOOOOOOO! NOOO-HOOO-HOOO-HOOO-HOOO!” Haruhime howls hysterically. It’s going to be a long year.
Hi! I'd like to share a story I wrote for a commission
This is a sequel to my story: How to Tame a Princess
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Synopsis:
For what she did to Kaguya, Princess Haruhime must now spend a whole year in Mistress Ching’s Etiquette School. Haruhime thought she was simply going to be punished, however, the wicked Mistress found several faults in her; faults which will be corrected, whether the Princess likes it or not.
The story:
How to Tame a Princess: Part 2 - Haruhime's Turn
How to Tame a Princess
Part 2 - Haruhime’s Turn
MultipleF/F ● Extreme Tickling Torture ● Feet & Upper Body
Written by
FeatherHeart22
Commissioned for
lolbearr
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Part 2 - Haruhime’s Turn
MultipleF/F ● Extreme Tickling Torture ● Feet & Upper Body
Written by
FeatherHeart22
Commissioned for
lolbearr
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Princess Haruhime could hardly believe it when her father, Emperor Mukai, ordered her to spend one year in Mistress Ching’s Etiquette School, as a punishment for what she did to her sister.
“I was only trying to protect the family honor!” She argued, but her father upheld the sentence, countering that protecting the family honor wasn’t up to her, especially if it required imprisoning and torturing her older sister.
Haruhime felt betrayed, but held back her tears and accepted the sentence. She couldn’t sleep that night due to the nerves; not even a cup of warm tea helped. The next morning, she was escorted to the school. She knew well the horrors that awaited her, yet walked past the gate of her own volition, with her head held high.
“I may have been sent to hell, both needlessly and unjustly, but I won’t stop being a good, loyal, honorable daughter. And I won’t let them strip me of my pride.” She thought.
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Shortly after arrival, she is taken to the same room where her sister was tutored.
“Welcome, Princess Haruhime. Please have a seat.” Mistress Ching invites.
She swallows dryly and obeys, expecting to be restrained; but it doesn’t happen. What follows is a morning-long interview where Ching questions Haruhime about her feelings. The old woman wants to know about her relationship with her father and sister; how she feels about her body, about tickling, about being sent here... And so on.
“Are you jealous of your sister?”
“No. Why would I be?”
“You tell me. Can you think of any reasons why you would? Hypothetically?”
“Well... She’s first in line to the throne by a single year, but that doesn’t bother me. She’s no more beautiful than me; certainly not with the way she exerts herself. We're almost identical twins, as you know, except that she’s slightly more muscular, and her feet are nicer than mine, I think... But no, I wouldn’t say that I’m jealous.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. I’m telling you, I’m not jealous of her!”
“Why did you scheme to have her sent here?”
“What I did to my sister was horrible, I admit it, but it was necessary for the good of the family; perhaps of the entire country.”
“But that wasn’t the only reason why you did it, was it?”
The Princess hesitates for an instant, then answers, “No. I also wanted to get back at her. As you already know, we sometimes had tickle-fights when we were younger, and she always won. It was frustrating, and unfair. I don’t think Kaguya ever realized how frustrated I felt.”
“Why did she always win?”
“Because she was bigger and stronger.”
“She’s only one year older than you, not to mention extremely ticklish. She couldn’t have had that much of an advantage.”
“No... There’s more. I...”
“Go on. Tell me. I need to know everything in order to help you best.”
“I have this reaction... When I’m tickled, I lose control over my body. First, I feel this overwhelming need to escape, which makes it hard to focus on anything else, such as tickling someone back. If the tickling continues, it doesn’t take long for me to lose all strength and become unable to move my arms and legs.”
“Interesting... Very interesting.” The old woman muses. Her eyes then shift to Haruhime’s feet, concealed by white socks. “You mentioned that Kaguya’s feet are nicer than yours. Tell me more about that.”
“I don’t like my feet; or feet in general. I think they’re big, nasty, and gross; and on top of that... They’re extremely ticklish.”
“Big, nasty, and gross? That’s highly unlikely, considering you’re royalty. Would you mind taking off your socks?”
For the first time, Haruhime appears genuinely upset. “Do I have to? I’m very self-conscious. I’m only ever barefoot with my private servants; unlike Kaguya, who walks barefoot all over the palace.”
“You can put them back in a moment. I just want to see what your feet look like. Take off only one, if it makes it easier.”
The Princess reluctantly removes her left sock, showcasing a somewhat wide, but still extremely beautiful size 10 (US) foot. It’s sole is mostly pale, except for the heel and the balls, which have a lovely shade of pink. It appears to be velvet-soft, from the heel to the toes, without a hint of imperfection, disease or callosity. The arch is perfectly normal, not too low or high. The toes are cute, with oval shaped pads, and a very gentle decline in length, as is traditional in Asian feet.
Mistress Ching raises an eyebrow and asks, “You think your feet are ugly?”
“I do. I don’t like them at all.”
“Mmm... Your father was right to send you to me...” She mutters inaudibly.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear that. May I put my sock back on?”
“Absolutely, dear. Go right ahead. Now, tell me exactly how you feel about tickling.”
“I hate being tickled. Hate it. Hate it with the power of 1000 suns. It’s the worst torture in the whole world. The most diabolical torment ever invented. It’s utterly maddening. So I would be immensely grateful if you could find some other way of tutoring me. I’d honestly rather be caned or something. Anything other than tickling.” She asks with a pleading expression.
“I see. I’ll consider it.”
Once the interview is finished, Ching gives Haruhime the rest of the day while she deliberates on her case. The girl spends the afternoon unpacking the few belongings she bothered to bring, and wandering around the compound with two of Ching’s female servants keeping her company. Haruhime is extremely nice to them, because she knows that very soon, they’re most likely going to have complete power over her.
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On the following morning, Mistress Ching calls Haruhime back to the classroom. This time, her ankles are locked in stocks, and her limbs are bound to the chair. The girl keeps looking at her teacher with a rather pleading look on her eyes, but she doesn’t beg, refusing to stoop that low.
Mistress Ching then lists the girl’s faults, and how they will be corrected.
“You have a distorted view of your feet. They’re not ugly, but beautiful. This fault will be corrected through ‘feet appreciation sessions’.”
“Distorted view? That’s...” She starts to complain, but then changes her mind. “Nevermind. What will these sessions entail?”
“Nothing unpleasant. Don’t worry about those. Your next fault is the tickling-induced paralysis. I’d like to observe this phenomenon before making a final call, but I suspect it’s being caused by an irrational fear of tickling. If that’s the case... Let’s just say you’re in the perfect place to have that corrected.”
The Princess shudders at the notion, then asks, “Anything else?”
“Yes. You have an unreasonable amount of hatred towards Kaguya. This hatred is unacceptable because your sister is the Emperor’s first-born. You are required to love her, no matter what.”
“But I do love her!”
“And yet, you fooled the Emperor into sending her here as revenge for your childhood experiences. If you had done this merely out of a desire to protect your family honor, I wouldn’t hold it against you nearly as much. But as revenge? That’s a very different matter; and your father agrees. That’s a big reason why you’re here. The other reason is, you fooled the Emperor, which is essentially treason. You need to be punished for that, hence the mandatory year-long stay.”
Haruhime lowers her head and closes her eyes, trying to control her emotions. The Mistress continues, “Your hatred towards Kaguya, and your betrayal of the Emperor will be addressed through my standard treatment, just like your sister received.”
The Princess doesn’t agree with these "faults", and much less with the corrective measures, but she obviously doesn’t say that, hoping to secure a gentler care.
“I accept your judgement, wise matron, and I will do my best to embrace these corrections.”
“That’s very good, Haruhime. The first step is to accept your faults. Your sister required a bit of convincing before she did so.”
“Have you considered my request? A tickling substitute for the standard treatment?”
“I’m afraid that won’t be possible. I can’t leave the Emperor’s daughter covered in bruises. Tickling and bondage are the only torments you shall feel.”
Haruhime closes her hands into fists, and pulls against her bondage, producing the audible sound of straining rope. She also looks away and blinks her eyes, trying to hold back tears.
“Honorable Mistress... There are horribly painful tortures which leave no markings. You could make me hold stress positions... You could make me kneel with a wooden stick behind my knees...”
“Haruhime. No.” Ching says.
The Princess takes a deep, irregular breath, clearly on the verge of breaking into tears. “P... P... P...” She starts saying, but is unable to finish the word.
“Are you trying to beg?” The old woman asks, watching the girl cease her attempts. “Having trouble begging for mercy is a very common issue among my proudest pupils. I’ll add it to your list of faults. Worry not, Haruhime, I’ll teach you to beg.”
“Mhhhhhh!” The girl groans painfully, tugging the ropes once again.
“Now, let’s see just how ticklish your feet are, shall we?” She says, sitting down in front of Haruhime’s socked feet, which the girl immediately presses together.
“Be a good pupil and stop doing that. You don’t want to be a bad pupil, do you?” Ching asks, smiling evilly.
With noticeable difficulty, the girl forces her feet to break apart.
“That’s better.” The Mistress says, then starts massaging Haruhime’s feet. “Your feet feel warm and flexible. Quite pleasant to rub.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
Ching then starts slowly removing the girl's socks, clearly relishing how the anticipation is tormenting her pupil. Little by little, both socks pulled off, exposing a pair of gorgeous feet.
“There... Very nice! Lyn, be a dear and bring me that box.” The Mistress asks one of her servants, who immediately fetches a flat box full of tickle tools.
Haruhime cannot help but whimper when Ching holds up a plume, nice and soft.
“Mhhhhhh!” She moans and scrunches her toes, when the feather is brought to her left sole. As the plume begins to caress the sensitive skin, a smile takes over Haruhime’s lips, and she starts to roll her head sideways.
Mistress Ching relentlessly swirls the plume, leaving maddening tingly sensations all over the soft, yet wrinkled sole. This goes on for about 15 seconds, over which the Princess’ reactions grow increasingly vigorous, at which point, she releases a burst of rapid giggles, and brings her feet together, trapping the feather between them.
“Yahahahahahaaa!”
Ching doesn’t appear annoyed though. Without letting go of the plume, she picks up a thin raven feather and starts using it’s sharp tip to deliver long strokes over the exposed sections of both feet. Haruhime opens her eyes wide and squeals softly, shaking her head sideways, and convulsing her legs and feet.
“Heeeeek! Hehehehehe!”
“Let go... Let go of the feather...” The Mistress sings, mercilessly teasing the outer sides of her feet. “Or don’t... But I’m not gonna stop until you do...”
“MRRRRG!” The Princess groans, releasing the plume.
As soon as the feather is free, Mistress Ching begins a playful dance, using both feathers.
“Ha-Ha-HAAAAAAA! HaHaHaHaHaaa!” Haruhime releases a burst of beautiful laughter.
“Oh my. Your laughter is as beautiful as your feet."
”PlaaaHaHaHA! PlaaaHaHaHA!”
“Hum? Are you trying to say something? Beg for mercy, perhaps?”
“Nooo! HoHoHoHoooo! Never!”
“That’s fine. I have plenty of time to work on you.”
“Bwaaaaaaa! HaHaHAHAHAHaaaa!” The girl howls, her laughter becoming more intense by the moment. At that point, she stops trying to keep her feet still, allowing them to squirm and paddle freely.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle... Feathers work really well on you! I think you might be even more ticklish than your sister. And you’re going to be here for a whooole year.” She taunts her.
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Mistress Ching’s feathery torment carries on, minute by minute. On the third, Haruhime ceases most of her struggling, yet continues laughing intensely.
“Girls, release her arms.” Ching commands.
The servants untie Haruhime’s arms and rest them on her lap, where they remain, quivering softly.
“Interesting. You really can’t move, can you?”
“NOOO! Haaa-HAHAHAHA! HaHaHaHaaa!” The girl shouts, laughing like crazy.
“Girls, come here. I want to experiment with this condition of hers.”
Minutes later, the five women are taking turns, with two of them feathering Haruhime’s feet, and the other two urging her to either move or beg.
“HAAAA-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Haaaaa!” The Princess howls with laughter, as her big, sexy feet are mercilessly teased with pointy feathers and plumes alike.
“Come on... You can do it...”
“Move your arms...”
“Or beg us to stop...”
“Just move them a little, and this will all stop...”
“Move them...”
“Beg for mercy... It’s so easy...”
“You can do it...”
“I CAAAAAAAN’T! HA-HA-HA-HAAAA!” The girl cries out.
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Six minutes later, Haruhime is cackling uncontrollably as three of the women work on her feet simultaneously. One of the girls is pulling plumes between her toes from behind, while the other two tease her soles with two raven feathers each.
“BWAAAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAA!” She howls, as the feathery tips stroke up and down her arches, or draw circles and figure-eights on the middle of her soles.
“Don’t you want this to stop?”
“Just beg and we’ll give you a break...”
“NOOOOOOOO! HOOO-HOO-HOO-HOO-Hoooooo! I won’t BEG! Teee-HE-HE-HE! You CAN’T make me!” She shouts, determined not to relinquish her pride.
“Oh really?” Ching asks, smirking with an eyebrow raised. She walks to the stocks, shoos the servants away, and sits in front of Haruhime’s feet. She then drags her index nails up Haruhime’s soles.
“YEEEEEEEEEEEARG!” The girl squeals with her eyes open wide.
“Feel like begging now?”
Haruhime makes a face and shakes her head sideways, fighting the urge to comply.
“Very well, then. Lyn, help me tickle her feet. The rest of you, disrobe her from the waist up and tie her arms over her head. We’ll experiment more with her condition later; right now, we’re going to focus our efforts on helping her beg.”
The girl starts to protest, but her words are interrupted by a bunch of nails fluttering up her soles. “NO! I’m a PRINCESS! You can’t... YAAAAAAAAAAH! HAHAHAHAAAA!”
“Your sister said very much the same thing. Tickle, tickle, tickle... You’re not a princess anymore, just a ticklish girl who needs my help.” Ching taunts, spidering her nails all over Haruhime’s soles.
“Haha-HAAAAAA! HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!” The girl howls with laughter. Meanwhile, her arms are removed from her kimono’s sleeves and tied above her head, leaving her large breasts exposed.
“Looks like your feet aren’t the only thing you have that’s bigger than your sister’s. What a lovely pair of breasts.”
“SCREEEEW YOOOU! BWAAAA-HAA-HAAA!”
“Let it all out, Haruhime. We’re here to help you. Just let it all out.” Ching says. She then addresses the servants, “Start feathering her underarms. Let’s see if it helps.”
Already going insane from the feet tickling, Haruhime screams sharply when small feather dusters start spinning and twirling within her smooth, deep hollows.
“YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIH!” HIIIII-HIIII-HIIII-HIIIIIIII!”
“Tickle, tickle, tickle... Lots of tickles on these pretty pits...” A servant taunts her.
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After almost 10 minutes, Princess Haruhime feels like she has reached the absolute edge of her endurance.
“STOOOOOOOOOAP! HAAAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAA! I CAN’T TAKE ANYMOOORE! YAAAAAAA! HAA-HAA-HAA-HAAAA! I BEG YOU! STOOOAP!”
Mistress Ching lets her beg a few more times, then calls an end to the tickle-torture and goes sit next to her panting pupil. The girl is a complete mess. Just like her sister after martial practice, her face is blushed brightly, and wet with a mix of sweat and tears.
“Good job, Haruhime.”
“Thank you... Mistress...”
“Do you feel relieved? Now that you're gotten that off your chest?”
“Yes... I feel much better...”
“Do you honestly believe you’re deceiving me?”
“I... I don’t know what you mean...” Haruhime mutters.
“I know you don’t agree with my list of faults and corrections. You’re just trying to earn a gentler treatment.”
“No! It’s not true...”
“Of course it is. I’ve seen it before, in the face of nearly every student I've ever had. Do you think you’re a better liar than they were? You’re not.”
“I... I don’t know what to say...”
“Then don’t say anything. Silence is better than lies. Out there, you can lie and scheme all you want, but not here, and especially not to me. Here is a place of truth; of truths you’re not ready to accept yet, but you will. Sooner or later, all my pupils do.”
After her first session, Haruhime is freed from the chair, stripped naked, bound very securely with intricate ropework, cleaned, and fed her lunch. As with her sister, the four servant girls assume absolute control over every part of her existence. In Kaguya’s case, this was done to fight what Mistress Ching considered a "control addiction". With Haruhime, it’s mostly just part of the breaking process.
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A couple days later, Princess Haruhime is being prepared for her first "feet appreciation session". In her bedroom, three servant girls secure her entire body within an elegant web of shibari, then cover her nakedness with a kimono. After that, they spend some time doing her hair, make-up, and pampering her feet.
All these things give Haruhime the impression that she’s going to have company, but the girls refuse to tell her anything about the session. She’s then carried to the classroom, laid on the chair, and her feet are locked in stocks. Finally, a tall mirror is set up in front of her, so she can see her big, pretty soles.
Mistress Ching enters the room, followed by the remaining servant, as well as a man and a woman Haruhime has never seen before. They’re both well dressed, so are either nobles or rich merchants. They sit down on a pair of stools set up in front of the stocks.
The Princess scrunches her toes, feeling a mix of embarrassment and unease for having two complete strangers so close to her helpless, naked feet. Then it gets worse; without even talking to her, they start touching them.
Before she can shoo them away, Mistress Ching tells her, “Don’t fight it. Your feet are beautiful. They’re going to show you that.”
“Are they going to... You know?” The Princess asks, afraid to mention the word "tickle".
“No. Be quiet and enjoy it.”
Haruhime tries to relax while unfamiliar hands caress her feet. She feels her insteps being stroked, soles being rubbed, and her toes being gently squeezed.
“This is just a foot massage. I’ve had these before.” She tells Ching. The old woman silences her with an intense stare.
A moment later, the two "masseurs" start complimenting Haruhime about her feet, telling her they’re gorgeous and baby soft.
“Don’t you think they're too big?” She asks.
“Their size is perfect.” The man replies.
Haruhime then drops her jaw and blushes brightly when he plants a kiss, right on the balls of her left foot. The woman then joins him, starting to kiss her right toes.
“Why are these people acting like this? Feet are gross!” Haruhime thinks, feeling awkward and embarrassed as the two strangers carry on covering her feet with kisses, and obviously enjoying it.
“Why don’t you like your feet?” The woman asks.
“Because they’re feet! They’re gross! And they're too big!”
“You’re wrong,” she says, “your feet are very, very lovely.”
“Indeed.” The man agrees. “And they’re not too big, just have plenty of kissing space.”
“I love their shape. Kinda wide, but very cute, and so plushy.”
“And these toes are simply perfect.”
“They really are. I love how they gently slope down.”
“The skin is buttery smooth from the heels to the toes.”
“And they don’t smell...”
“Only of flowers.”
This goes on for about an hour. By the end, Haruhime opens up to the idea that there might be some truth to what Ching has been telling her. Perhaps she does have a distorted view of her feet.
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Later the same day, Haruhime is back on the chair, with her feet in stocks. Two servant girls are fitting a special padded accessory to the stocks, meant to allow for complete toe bondage. Once it’s all done, Haruhime’s toes end up all tied back and spread apart, stretching out her venerable soles.
Ching sits down in front of the stocks. To her right, there’s a small writing table with a sheet of paper, a writing brush, and a pot of ink. Haruhime is not even trying to conceal her nerves. She doesn’t know what’s going to happen to her feet, but it’s definitely going to be horrifically ticklish.
“Mistress, what are you going to do?” Haruhime asks, looking at the old woman with worry in her eyes.
“To aid my study of your paralysis, I’ve decided to map your feet.”
“Map them?”
“Yes. Now hush, and don’t hold back your reactions, unless you want to do this more than once.”
Moments later, the Mistress picks up a raven feather, and starts teasing the Princess’ left pinky toe.
“Teehehehehe!” Haruhime starts to giggle, as the feathery tip licks her toe pad for a few moments. “Haaaaa! Hahahaha!” She then squeals, when the feather teases the toe stem.
Meanwhile, one of the girls begins to write on the sheet of paper.
Mistress Ching does this to all of her left toes, pausing for a few moments between each toe, then starts swiping sideways over the base of the toes.
“HAAAAAAAA! Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Haaaaa!” The Princess explodes, laughing uncontrollably.
The old woman carries on, systematically feathering the entire surface of Haruhime’s soles and toes. The best reactions are obtained at the base of the toes, between them, and on the arches.
“What... What the... What’s this about?” The girl asks during a break.
“The examination is complete. Show her, Lyn.”
The servant who has been writing holds out the paper for Haruhime to see. It now contains something very similar to a modern reflexology chart, but filled with detailed information about Haruhime’s ticklishness.
“Oh gosh!” The Princess exclaims, appearing horrified.
“Girls, release her arms, but hold them steady until she’s paralized.”
When Haruhime’s arms are securely held, the old woman starts digging her nails into the girl’s soles.
“BWAAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAA!” She explodes, struggling against the servants. Within a few minutes, she loses all strength, and the servants lay her arms on her lap.
Ching then picks up a small wooden stick with a thin, rounded tip, and starts drawing circles up and down Haruhime’s right arch.
“YAAAAAAAAAAARG! HAAAA-HAAA-HAAA-HAAA! STOOOP! HAAAAA-HAHAHA!” The girl screams at the top of her lungs. She’s barely moving her body, but her face is a mask of extreme ticklish agony.
“Move your arms, Haruhime. Move them and I’ll stop.”
“I CAAAAAAAAAN’T! YEEEEEAAAARG! HEEEE-HEEE-HEEE-HEEEE!”
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Using the foot chart to guide her progress, Mistress Ching spent an hour methodically submitting Haruhime’s feet to utterly agonizing ticklish sensations. The Princess went into silent laughter with great regularity, and nearly fainted a few times.
She’s now recovering from the mind-wracking ordeal.
“WHYYYYYYY?! WHYYYYYY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!” The girl cries out. “I BEG YOU! STOP! STOP! STOOOOP! I’M GOING INSANE!”
“I want to test if I can force you to break free from your paralysis through highly localized, extremely intense tickling sensations.”
“IT WON’T WORK! STOP TORTURING ME! PLEASE! I BEG YOU!”
“It might work, if we do it for long enough. And even if it doesn’t work, think of it as a punishment for betraying your father’s trust.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOO! HEEEEEELP!” She squeals hysterically.
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After two weeks of intensive treatment, Mistress Ching finally changed her approach to "curing" Haruhime’s tickling paralysis, because all she was accomplishing was driving the girl literally insane.
The Princess is now hanging upside down in a “⅄” position. Her ankles and knees are comfortably bound with expert ropework, and her hands, as well as her long, black hair, are resting on a soft floor mat.
The servant girls are all sitting down on the mat, and tickling her smooth underarms with either feathers or fingernails. Try as she might, Haruhime can’t break free from the paralysis and raise her arms.
“Haaa-Haaa-Haaa-Haaa-Haaa! Pleeeeease stooooap! Heee-Heee-Heee-Heee!” She laughs away, as the spidering fingernails burrow into her delicate hollows.
“Give her a break.” Ching commands.
When the nails stop digging, the Princess sighs with relief and closes her eyes, taking deep breaths. Tears of sweat run down her naked body and make her hair soggy.
“Enough of a break. Again.” The old woman orders.
“Noooo! Give me more time! Pleeease!”
“You’re making progress, Haruhime. Focus on staying relaxed.”
The servant girls pick up feathers and start swiping and wiggling them against the Princess’ underarms.
“Haaaaaa... Hahahahaha... No more... Hahahaha...” She giggles.
“Stay relaxed, and let the feathers make you laugh. If you touch your waist, we’ll let you down, I promise. If you can’t do it, you’ll get the nails again.”
Haruhime desperately attempts to calm down and allow her body to react to the tickling without tensing up.
“Haahahahahaaaa...” She laughs, whilst the tickly feathers lick her pits.
“Tickle, tickle... You can do it...” A servant girl encourages.
Little by little, she lifts her hands almost 20 cm from the floor, but that’s as high as she can manage.
“You’re doing it... Keep going... You can do it...” Ching says.
“Hahahaha... I caaan’t! Hahahaha... This is as high... Hahahaha! As I can get...”
After almost two minutes of underarm teasing, Haruhime’s hands collapse back onto the mat. “Nooooo! Hahahaha... Mercy! I was doing it!” She whimpers.
“Punish her.”
“NOOO! HAAAAAA! Haaa-Haaa-Haaa-Haaaaaa!” The Princess howls, as her underarms become once again a playground to the servants’ fingernails.
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At the start of the second month, Haruhime is taken to the classroom and secured to the chair, but this time, her hands have been bound over her head.
Mistress Ching enters the room, followed by Kaguya. Haruhime’s eyes light up immediately. “Sister!” She calls out.
“I want to be alone with my sister.” Kaguya demands.
“Of course. Girls, out.”
Ching and the servants exit the room, leaving the sisters alone.
“Sister! I’m so very sorry for what I did to you!” Haruhime whimpers.
Kaguya sits down in front of her sister’s feet and asks, “How are they treating you?”
“Horribly! I beg you, you must get me out of here! I’ve learned my lesson!”
“I can’t. Father sentenced you to a year, and that’s what you’re getting.”
“Then you must talk to him because I’ll go mad!”
“Tell me everything they’ve been doing to you.”
Haruhime begins a full account of her stay in the school. When she gets to the "feet appreciation sessions", Kaguya chuckles and starts massaging her stocked feet.
“They bring in people to kiss your feet? They never did that to me. How does it feel?”
“It was humiliating at first, but I don’t mind it anymore. And it actually worked; I don’t see my feet as gross anymore. They’re actually very pretty.”
“I could have told you that myself. Your feet are great, Haruhime. I like how large they are.”
“Yes, there’s plenty of space to love.”
“To love and something else...” Kaguya says, starting to softly graze her fingernails against her sister’s big, beautiful, soft soles.
Haruhime leans forward with a big smile on her lips, and scrambles her feet together.
“Teeeheeheehee! Please don’t!”
“Please don’t? After what you did to me? You know I’m not the vengeful type, but you deserve this. You deserve this sooooo much.”
“Hahahaha! I can’t take it! Hahahaha! Please! I hate tickling!”
“Do you think I like it? Tickle, tickle, tickle! Laugh dear sister, laugh!”
Kaguya speeds up her nails, pursuing Haruhime squirmy feet.
“NonononoNO! HAAA-HAHAHA! Sister DON’T! HA-HA-HA-HA!” She cackles, shaking her entire body. “Please! HAA-HA-HA-HA-Haaaaaa! I can’t stand it! HA-HA-HA-HA!”
“Hold your feet steady! Or I’ll have them tie back your toes!”
Moments later, Haruhime is holding her feet relatively still with a crazed look on her face, while Kaguya teases them with two small feather dusters.
“HaHaHaHaHaaa! Please stop! HaaaHaHaHaHaaaa! It’s horrible!”
“I know! Isn’t it maddening?”
“HeHeHeHeee! Yeees!”
“You put me through five months of this! Remember?”
“I’m sorry! Hoooo-HoHoHoooo!”
“No you’re not! You’re only sorry I managed to speak to father before Ching was done with me! Admit it!”
“It’s not true! HaaaaHaHaHaHaaaa!”
Kaguya drops the dusters, quickly sits next to her sister, and starts digging into her ribs with her fingernails. Haruhime explodes with laughter, yet hardly squirms because of the paralysis. “YEAAAAAAAARG! HAAAA-HAAA-HAAA-HAAAA!”
“Remember all those times you came help those five bitches torture me? I spent the last month recovering, but from now on, count on me to pop in every few days for some quality time with my dear sister.”
“NOOO! HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO!”
“It’s going to be just like when we were kids! Except our fun is going to go on for hours!”
“BWAAA-HAA-HAA-HAAA! GET OFF MY RIBS!” Haruhime squeals.
“No more ribs? Oh sure! How about some... Underarms?” She asks, spidering her nails into her sister’s pits.
“YAAAAAAAAA! HAAA-HAAA-HAAA-HAAA!”
“Why aren’t you moving, little sister? You must love this! Tell me you love it!” She demands, lifting her nails from the sensitive skin.
“Hahahahaha... I love it! I love it!” Haruhime says, amid a sea of giggles.
Kaguya starts moving her hands rapidly, in the air, driving Haruhime nuts with anticipation. When the nails land, they do so on the sides of her belly, pinching and squeezing the ticklish flesh.
”BWAAAAAAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAA!” Haruhime explodes with uncontrollable hilarity.
“What they’re doing to you is good, but I actually think you deserve worse. I’m going to ask Ching to bring back those feet tickle sessions with the pointy sticks. And those kissing sessions are too good for you. I’ll ask her to replace them with cat feet licking! Have they done that to you yet? Trust me, it’s the most maddening tickle-torture there is!”
“NOOOOOOOOOO! NOOO-HOOO-HOOO-HOOO-HOOO!” Haruhime howls hysterically. It’s going to be a long year.
FIN
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