Feeling The Spins: (F/m*TickleMachine*FootFetish)

Nothing like a day at the fair to make everything better, huh? That's what Scott thought when his two friends invited him along at least. Little did he know there was something important he was forgetting, his girlfriend's birthday. Now on a time crunch, our poor boy only has one avenue left to secure his woman a preset. He has to win it! 🤡

Contains

• 29 Pages
• F/M
• Small F/F
• Intense Foot Tickling
• Humiliation

Sample
Scott could feel himself trembling as he sat atop the tickle chair and looked out into the audience. All of them looked back, waiting for Billy to strap the young man down to see how long he’d last. As the kooky clown sang to herself, she secured in Scotts wrists and ankles. Assuring that there was truly nowhere to go.

She took more time binding his ankles than his writs or midsection, using it as an excuse to admire Scott’s feet. Surprisingly soft looking for a male’s, her smile widened as she thought about how much she loved her job. A few time she had even “accidentally” touched them as she fastened the restraints, very pleased by his twitchy reactions.

Scott meanwhile could feel his stomach doing backflips. He didn’t like many people near his feet and having Billy so close to them did nothing for his nerves. He had not been *seriously* tickled since that prank long ago with his swimming team and wasn’t looking forward to a potentially worse experience. Every little touch made him flinch and the timer hadn’t even started yet.

Lizzy and Ren meanwhile were out amongst the crowd, ready to cheer their support. The nervous blond held tightly to their partner as Ren sneakily kept their phone recording. Knowing Fay was going to love this.~

Finally done with the preparations, Billy stood in front of her newest victim and addressed the crowd. All of them applauded, hoping that this round would actually make it past a few minutes.

“Hey-o everyone!!” Billy began. “It looks like we all have ourselves a new contestant!” She paused and allowed the people to cheer, unveiling Scott as if she was a gameshow girl. “This here is my friend Scott! Everybody say, Hi Scott!“

“Hi, Scott!” The people repeated, as if he was in some type of demented self help group.

Catching the young man off guard, Billy plopped her plump bottom on his lap and threw an arm around him. “Scotty here is looking to earn himself, THE BIG ONE!” She cheered, pointing her other hand up towards the Squash Melon as everyone oohed and awed.

Scott meanwhile felt his cheeks flaring as this clown girl made herself comfortable on top of him. She tickled under his chin as he swore he could feel the subtle grinding of her hips down onto his lap. He wondered if this was part of the game, but wanted it to stop before she tried to talk about the first thing that “popped up.”

“Well Scotty, if you want to win big then you have to be tough! Them’s the rules. For 5 minutes, you get any of the small dollies. For 10 you could walk away with a nice lava lamp. But if it’s the big guy you want, then you’re gonna have to sit it out for the WHOLE 15 minutes.~” Billy explained, still scratching a single finger under his chin as she spoke.

The young man grit his teeth for a number a reasons. The amount of time, the finger flirting with his jawline, and this clowns plush ass weighing down on him. He wasn’t sure if he should look to the people, or to her. Scott just looked lost and at the mercy of this clown and her tickling game.

“So!“ Billy chirped, finally pulling her finger away and interlocked her hands behind his neck. “Think you’re ready to play?~”

Scott just looked at this fool, face red, stomach spinning, and his naked toes curling. He tried to say yes, but could only muster a timid nod of his head. To which Billy let out a girlish squeal.

“EEEEEEEEEEEE! You’re so cute! Then let’s get this party started!” Billy sang, finally hopping herself off of the contestant’s lap. From the corner of her eye she could see the slight tent in his pants and smiled proudly. With purpose, she gripped onto the red leaver and looked at all of the eager faces in the crowd. “Alright gang! Let’s count her down!” Billy yelled as her fans roared back with excitement.

“10!”

The crowd chanted along. A bunch of shy eager participants ready to see how bad this thing really was.

“9!”

Scott took a deep breath. He felt as though his heart would explode out of his chest. He repeated that this was for Fay like a mantra.

“8!”

Billy’s smile couldn’t get any bigger. Surely this was going to be the best round yet! Everything was better with stakes!

“7!”

Liz held on to Ren a little tighter. She wasn’t sure why she felt her heart fluttering at the thought of their friend suffering in that chair.

“6!”

Ren meanwhile had no reservations about enjoying the show. Being the one who orchestrated Scott’s tickling at the hands of all his teammates so long ago, they smiled. Ready to see the sequel, they kept their camera steady and zoomed in

“5!”

The people got louder. The noise attracting others at the fair. Curious passers by all wondering what all the commotion was about.

“4!”

Billy bounced with each number, ready to get this show on the road. She wondered how mad Scott’s girlfriend would be if he lost. Would she not let him touch her? The thought of him being made to sleep on the couch, horny and denied made her giggle. Maybe he’d use the memory of her ass on his lap and find relief that way.~

“3!”

“2!”

“1!”

Scott closed his eyes. This was it! He had to do his best! With a loud “GO!!” from Billy she pulled the leaver to the on position as an ominous buzz hummed through the chair. ‘Michelle’ was starting up. and Scott could feel her vibrating from below him. As if starting a train, the wheels began to turn ever so slightly. What started as a slight graze turned into a fiendish dragging.

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