Alexandra's dreaded pedicure. Introduction (ffmff /F)

Alexandra had been dreading this day for weeks.

Part of the palaver and preparations for her friend Jenny's wedding was for her to be luxuriously pampered at a spa for an entire day. Normally this would be something an attractive woman in her twenties would relish the prospect of; but for Alexandra, there was a mandatory part that she would never normally volunteer for:

A pedicure.

Alexandra was ridiculously ticklish. Especially on her feet. It was her ultimate weakness and worst fear to have people touch, tease or tickle her soft pale soles. The tall redhead was sort of looking forwards to being pampered in other ways; a nice massage, maybe a facial. Plus seeing the girls and chatting were part of the allure, alongside her loyalty to Jenny; a cheerful and kind woman who had always been considerate of Alexandra’s battle between shyness and loneliness. Jenny had tickled Alexandra once, very briefly when they were 18 and setting off to different universities. The cheerful brunette knew it was beyond torture for her friend and had promised never to tickle her again or let anyone know her secret weakness. Alexandra trusted her completely and had been surprised at Jenny’s insistence her own home pedicure wouldn’t be enough, she had considered reminding Jenny about ‘her condition’ but was a sure that Jenny wouldn’t have forgotten. In a brief moment of paranoia Alexandra considered if the entire thing was a trap, but she trusted Jenny completely and by the looks of it their mutual acquaintances that she didn’t trust were not coming. But still the prospect of the other girls finding out how ticklish she was, filled her with a special kind of dread. It wasn’t just the prospect of being tickled, it was people knowing her ultimate weakness.

Alexandra would sometimes notice people admiring her feet on the rare occasion she wore sandals and when this happened she would always curl her toes and try and move her feet out of view. To avoid the phantom tickles she felt at even a stranger's gaze, Alexandra almost always wore boots or shoes. That was not going to be possible today though, Jenny had insisted on high heeled, open toed sandals for all her beloved bridesmaids and each would receive a mandatory pedicure as part of their spa day. Normally the most gracious and amenable person in the room, even Jenny had succumbed to the stereotype of the over-controlling bride and it simple wasn’t worth arguing with her.

At the spa, Alexandra resisted the urge to shiver as she swapped her thick socks for the soft white fluffy slippers provided for her and descended the steps with her friends. They had to change their shoes close to the door near to some lockers, then sign some paperwork and accept nice white fluffy soft dressing gowns. At least they had the spa to themselves as Jenny had spent a lot to reserve the whole place for a private function. Once inside the luxurious basement she sipped champagne and chatted with her friends as they lounged around in their dressing gowns and bikinis, some barefoot some dangling the white slippers from their toes. Alexandra pushed her long pale feet as far into the size 9 backless slippers as they would go and kept them tucked under a small table. It had annoyed her that all the slippers were backless, she had hid her frustration and opted for a pair that at least covered her toes. She appeared calm on the outside but was thinking all the time of ways to get out of the dreaded pedicure.

Alexandra had only been tickled twice as an adult, once by Jenny and more terribly at a university party at the age of 19. It had started innocently enough with a shy Asian girl sneaking up on her and softly tickling her stockinged soles, with the sudden surprise Alexandra had shrieked so loudly that everyone had turned and looked. Before long others started joining in with a playful poke in the ribs or two. Then people grabbed her flailing wrists and kicking ankles. It was this that frightened Alexandra the most afterwards, the way one playful little tickle caused everyone in the room to suddenly descend upon her like a flock of vultures.

Within seconds Alexandra had been pinned down on her back with around six people tickling her and another four or five holding her in place. People tickled her outstretched underarms and helpless ribs and sides. Some of her captors would tickle her thighs and knees as they held her down. One girl tormented her neck with soft fluttering fingertips as she cackled sadistically like a hyena. Others tickled her taut tummy, at first this just blended in with the rest of the torture until a nerdy boy used two fingers to push down and wiggle just above her hips, slowly exploring her until he found the spot that sent her into an overdrive of frantic turmoil.

This new technique pushed Alexandra from silent laughter to a second wind of the screaming rage that had comprised the first few minutes of her torture. Almost all of her tormentors insisted on having a turn at this 'sweet spot'. The only exception where some of the celebrants at her feet who delivered the worst of the torture. Even one tormentor softly stroking her hypersensitive soles would have been unbearable for Alexandra, instead her soles were subjected to four pairs of tickling hands assisted by others that held her ankles tightly and cruelly held back her toes to stretch her arches into taut stocking-clad canvases for torture.

In truth Alexandra’s ordeal had only lasted between seven to ten minutes, but to her it had felt like an eternity. It would have been a lot worse if her captors hadn’t begun tickling one another as well. The gaggle of giggling teenage girls delighting in tickling their female-friends’ upturned or unguarded soles to find out who was ticklish. For a while Alexandra struggled in vain to escape as Makiko, the Asian girl who had initiated the torture straddled her just below the waist and tickled both the ‘sweet spot’ with her little fingers and her victim’s sides with fingers that were more practised than the dozens of others that tickled the hysterical redhead relentlessly.

“Nooo! Not my ribs!” Alexandra squealed through peals of ticklish laughter as Makiko changed to explore a new spot.

The crowd was elated at this new plea for mercy. Alexandra had squealed ‘No! Not my feet!!!” numerous times prior to this, when the Asian girl was tickling her feet more expertly than anyone else. Now that the Asian girl had left her post at the red haired teen’s feet, more and more new torturers tried to get at the sensitive nylon-clad soles, jostling with one another as too many ticklers swarmed in from the kitchen and other rooms. In the same rush to get at their victim’s ribs the ever growing crowd began to tickle the Asian girl all over. They had been tickling the Asian girl’s socked soles for a while but with the fresh onslaught of delicious sensations the Asian girl frantically thrashed the submissive portion of her dreams came true.

“Noooo! Don’t pin me down and tickle me like you tickled her!” Makiko squealed in false terror.

Knowing that her crush had suffered enough Makiko deliberately pushed and barged against Alexandra’s captors so that the redhead could escape. For a split second it looked like the two girls would be pinned down next to one another side by side for a double-session of torture, something Makiko would fantasise about for years to come. Instead the hysterical redhead was able to escape with tear-stained eyes. It had been far, far better than Makiko had imagined it could have ever been when she had earlier fought against the butterflies in her stomach to sneak up on her crush and tickle her foot. But the intense session of gang tickling had pushed the sexy redhead too far. Alexandra grabbed her shoes and left as Makiko was pinned down and tickled, she never found out how long the petite Asian had suffered in her place as she tried to put the traumatic event out of mind. The only thing Alexandra was thankful for was that she didn’t have many friends at that particular party. As a result of the way people had just seemed to just flood in like sharks to a kill she was scared that if her secret weakness got out people would always be trying to tickle her, she would occasionally recognise a few people here and there but could easily distance herself and make friends with other more-studious people.

The only exception was the petite Asian girl, who seemed to end up as her study buddy with astounding regularity. Alexandra was awkward at first around the shy, softly spoken girl. Over time though she almost forgot about her presence at the awful tickle party. Eventually Alexandra wondered if she had mixed up her study-buddy with another girl with a similar name. Alexandra became very comfortable around her study buddy, apart from when she slipped her petite soles out of her black flats to sit cross legged in socks, wiggling her small toes. This always made Alexandra uncomfortable but she somehow found it hard to look away, fascinated by how small her friend’s feet were. Despite becoming a regular part of Alexandra’s life the softly spoken girl never seemed to try and join in with aspects of the redhead’s social group or see her outside of uni’, instead they just casually studied and drank coffee together. That was until the petite girl invited Alexandra to a party one day in the third year of her degree. They were in the quietest part of the library, the two girls had brushed one another’s hair due to it being so windy. Then they headed for one of their favourite secluded spots.

“A party?” Alexandra asked, nervous but convinced her shy friend was a different girl to the one from ‘that’ party.

“Yes it is a fetish party!” Makiko whispered to stunned silence.

Alexandra’s heart skipped a beat as her face turned red. There was no-one around but even the word 'tickle' made Alexandra nervous.

“You can get me back for that other party two years ago if you like, or I can tie you down properly and have you all to myself!” Makiko continued with some excitement despite her floundering confidence, nervously she added;

“I have seen the way you look at my socked feet, don’t tell me you don’t like it!...”

“I have to go!” Alexandra nervously muttered, she grabbed her bag and left; never to study with her friend again, actively avoiding her if she saw her.

Alexandra ignored her friend’s texts, discretely changed study buddy’s and even more discretely looked up the phrase ‘tickle fetish’ on the internet. What she saw shocked her so much she decided to cut all contact with the sweet shiny-haired student who she didn’t realise she had become the only friend of. Alexandra had other friends, but for the poor shy Makiko this was essentially the end of her social life. Alexandra cut all contact with the poor girl in five seconds and forgot about her within the next year, aside from the odd thought or too that always made her shudder…

Half a decade later Alexandra was at her friend Jenny’s wedding. Jenny was shorter than her with long straight brown hair. Alexandra had wondered if she would be the maid of honour as she and Jenny went way back, but she hated being the centre of attention she had no hard feelings about it. Looking around her a few memories came back to the tall redhead as she nervously looked around the spa. Many of the masseuses and other staff were Asian women and Alexandra just couldn’t put… ‘M’…Ma’… that girl from uni’ out of her mind. There were other triggers as well, a couple of her friends had started talking about how the pedicure would tickle them.

"Yeah I hope they don't do the scrubbing thing 'cos I just can't stand that!" Emily, a tall well-endowed blonde with stunning blue eyes exclaimed.

It was getting harder and harder for Alexandra to hide her feet without it being obvious she was uncomfortable because she was hiding her feet. She sat slightly outside of the circle of women who lounged on sofas. Coming and going to get massages or enjoy the steam room or other treatments to pamper their already soft supple bodies.

Feeling nervous Alexandra stood up quietly and slipped away from the group. Hoping to slip away until someone changed the conversation. So far she had just sipped champagne and chatted so it wasn't unusual for her to explore. She scanned the room for somewhere safe, briefly considered asking for a massage for the first time ever but hated the idea of being touched. She didn't want to get too drunk so as she nervously meandered Alexandra ate some fruit and drank some cucumber water. She reflected that the source of her nervousness was the way Emily and the other girls had spoken about what they had done at home; to avoid having to suffer too long at the pedicure table. Alexandra had thought she had been clever by using some pumice stones on her heels and painting her toes. She had half listened in horror as a few of the girl's described the devices they had bought to ensure their soles were freshly pink and baby soft. She had considered buying such a device for herself but thought it might constitute nothing more than an automated tickling device. She now regretted that decision; knowing her feet, whilst soft and smooth were not as soft and pink and round as her friends’. Despite her fears Alexandra took care of her feet. She didn't like any part of her appearance to be unsightly or untidy even though she kept her soles hidden. She had hated painting her toenails but had hoped the black varnish left at her flat by her niece who was going through a 'Goth-phase' would prevent the need for anyone to touch her ticklish toes.

As she ambled, Alexandra came upon a small pool full of fish in a secluded corner of the spa. The words 'pedicure pool' were on a fancy label by a stack of towels on a small table. 'Is this it?' Alexandra thought, both terrified and delighted. She had heard about these fish pedicures and would never normally consider letting little tiny fish nibble her ticklish toes, but the desire to avoid being publicly tickled and a small measure of jealousy stopped her instantly dismissing the idea. And she thought;

'But if I put my feet in now when no-one is looking I can say later that I have already had a pedicure!" Alexandra thought; glad that this way if it did tickle, this way no-one would know about her weakness.

Nervously and quietly Alexandra slipped off her slippers and sat down by the pool, towel in hand. There was room for maybe three or four women to put their feet in the small pool, but she was glad she was the only one here. With a surreptitious look around to see if anyone was watching she quietly slipped her feet in the pool being careful not to make a splash or a sound.

Alexandra winced as the fish instantly headed for her pale feet. Even the movements in the water from their approach filled her with dread. Within seconds Alexandra had to use one hand to cover her mouth to prevent herself from screaming. The fish had collected around her wiggling toes finding the delicious spot right underneath, which to them was the rarest of salty treats. Alexandra’s routine of socks and boots had kept her feet soft but also full of the salt and toxins the fish just loved. Alexandra had no idea how ticklish her toes could be, during her tickle party ordeal the fiends had focused on her arches occasionally exploring her toes but not like this. The tiny teeth and unpredictability of the sensations was unbearable for Alexandra and she rocked back and forth in an attempt to stop herself from kicking. She couldn’t help but wiggle her toes as the fish continued to explore between them. She wished the pool was deep enough for her to place her soles on the bottom of it whilst seated but she couldn’t reach from a seated position. She tried to fight the urge to put her feet together to prevent the fish exploring her arches and toes from underneath but after only thirty seconds this was her only option other than yank her feet straight out of the water. She tried this for a while but the fish responded by nibbling her toes from the top and trying desperately to get between her soles thanks to her high arches. Frustrated Alexandra began swirling each leg in a regular spiral so that the fish had to chase her feet but his was as pointless as blocking them. Still she swirled her feet in the pool giggling for a few minutes occasionally finding the will power to keep her feet still for a few seconds. She had become so lost in trying to hold her will she hadn’t noticed she was being watched.

It was Donna, a tall dark-haired woman with light brown skin from her Mediterranean ancestry. Donna had always made Alexandra uncomfortable due to both her height and presence, she was lithe but strong and not afraid not make eye contact in silence in a way that wasn’t overbearing and yet made Alexandra squirm. A year or so before Jenny had taken Alexandra shoe-shopping with Donna and the result had crystallised her discomfort, the tall woman with curly hair had ceased her eye contact and softly gazed at her soles in every pair of high heeled sandals she was encouraged to wear. Donna usually favoured black clothing and often wore tall sandals with crossing leather along with other items of clothing that although not risqué in this century per se, made her look not unlike a toned-down dominatrix or something from the Rocky Horror picture show.

Alexandra hadn’t actually seen Donna with the group when they entered the spa and assumed she must have turned up late. Her heart sank as the tall confident woman just winked and sauntered away like a cat. ‘How long had she been watching?’ Alexandra thought to herself. And what had she meant by that sly wink. Afraid that she had been found out but not wanting anyone else to come over to her little secluded corner Alexandra pulled her feet away from the tickly little fish and carefully towelled them off. They were now pinker but she worried they weren’t up to the standard of ‘the mandatory pedicure’ and she would be forced to expose her weakness. Alexandra slipped back into slippers, selected another piece of fruit and a glass of coconut water and made her way back to the circle of women she had slipped away from earlier.

Making her way to her seat Alexandra was surprised to see Donna stand up from having dropped something and take the seat she had formerly occupied. The tall women stretched out and placed her feet on the table that Alexandra had used to hide her feet. The tall woman placed one foot over the other and dangled the white slippers from her long wriggling toes. Unlike Alexandra she had opted to wear sandal-like fluffy slippers that fully exposed her long toes with nails that were painted an exquisite deep red, almost black. Jenny tapped an empty seat next to her, signalling for Alexandra to sit.

“No I couldn’t do that! I am okay with pedicures but I would hate for them to be between my toes!” added a brunette; Ashleigh, known to Alexandra because she was usually the second quietest of the group, after herself.

“I just think it’s weird” Emily the tall blonde added, her tone judgemental and aloof.

Alexandra’s heart sank, Donna had told them about the fish pool. She nervously tried to appear casual and relaxed but knew that Donna would probably see through the façade. She had noticed the way Ashleigh curled her petite toes tight as she spoke, subconsciously wanting them to be protected. Ashleigh was the baby of the group and would often be teased due to her youthfulness and tendency to drink too much when going out with the ‘other’ group of girls who hadn’t been invited.

“So how was it Alexandra?” Jenny asked with genuine interest.

“It was okay…” Alexandra replied, hating how the girls were all expectantly looking at now.

“Did it tickle?” Kate, a mixed race chick Alexandra barely new asked.

Shocked Alexandra tried to keep her composure; “A little” she managed with a weak smile. The effect brought Donna’s gaze directly into her eyes in the way she hated, it was like the tall woman was looking directly into her soul and seeing her fears.

“Did you like it?” Donna asked casually, at least she seemed casual to everyone else but Alexandra hatred the twinkle in the tall woman’s eyes.

Alexandra tried to hide her panic without hesitating when inspiration struck, she smiled and said;

“Well at least I won’t have to get another pedicure today!” She even raised one leg and turned the slipper on her toes to feign nonchalance.

“Oh no! That isn’t the pedicure room, they just have that!” Jenny added happily, loving her time with her friends and not aware of the effect her words had on Alexandra.

“I think I could do it, as long as I could move my feet! Same with pedicures, I am fine with them as long as they don’t hold onto my feet to stop me moving. That thing where they bend back your toes sometimes!...” Kate added cheerfully, ending with a shudder.

"Sucks for you! My feet aren't ticklish!" Mary the maid of honour declared. Mary had shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, was average height and carried just a little extra weight but in a way that kind of worked for her.

"…Really! Kate interrupted Mary as she pounced to tickle her.

“No I said my feet aren’t ticklish!” Mary protested as she wrestled with Kate.

“Girl’s don’t break the wine glasses!” Jenny interrupted in a far snippier tone than was normal for her, it had taken a lot to let the spa have actual champagne flutes down here and not plastic glasses.

The impromptu tickle fight came to an end with the two women merrily giving one another a slap on the thigh as they snuggled on the sofa. Alexandra meanwhile was terrified and dug her toes into her slippers once more, glad that they were half a size to small and therefore hugged her feet tight.

“So would you recommend the pool then Alex’…?” Donna asked, not wanting to let the conversation change and delighting in using the shortened version of Alexandra that she knew the redhead hated.

Alexandra shrugged and selected some more fruit from a bowl on the table so she wouldn’t have to talk.

“I’m game if you are!” Kate interjected gesturing to Mary specifically.

“Nah I’m fine here luv!” Mary replied, adding; “Plus I’m fairly certain if my feet go in that water all the fish will die!” As she spoke Mary raised a bare foot to reveal slightly darkened callouses, unlike the other women she had not pre-preened.

“So.... No takers for the pool then?” Donna asked.

“I could go for a swim!” Exclaimed Carly who had just joined the group. Carly was an exuberant athletic woman who always seemed to be full of energy.

The group explained the confusion and continued to laugh and joke about the fish until eventually only Jenny, Mary and Alexandra remained. Some of them had gone to try the fish pool and consider some sort of seaweed wrap that Mary initially thought was the edible king and then promptly lost all interest in once it was explained it was a spa treatment. Alexandra actually felt snug once the conversation moved away from feet and fish, being close to the bride and maid of hour seemed to afford her some protection so that she didn’t have to be the centre of attention. After twenty minutes or so a Swedish woman came to let them know that the pedicures were starting. Alexandra was trapped as she couldn’t disappoint the bride. Also she had found out she was supposed to have pale blue nail polish on and promised she would change it.

“Oh no they will do it for you today I have some spare with me” Jenny had smiled.

The dreaded time had come and Alexandra submissively followed her friends, tempted to break down and remind Jenny about ‘her condition’ but between Mary’s boisterousness and the splashing and giggling coming from the fish pool she decided to grit her teeth and bear what she must ‘Maybe it won’t be so bad..’ She thought hopefully.

To be continued

Right away! Part 1 (FFF/FFF (slightly more sexual)

As Alexandra followed Jenny and Mary to get her dreaded pedicure she heard the girls laughing from the fish pool and hoped they would continue to be distracted until this ordeal was done, it sounded like they were being boisterous as well as finding the fish tickly but she had greater concerns. The pedicure area was set up to one side of the room behind a curtain. There were four chairs that each had a back that reclined at around 40° with an area behind for facials and manicures to take place at the same time. Attached to the chairs were soft padded benches with a small table above where their feet would go, presumably for the pedicurists to place their awful tools. Alexandra was nervous but felt obliged to suffer through this for the sake of her friend Jenny, who had been her friend since school. She was glad it was just the three of them. At least she trusted Jenny and Mary not to take advantage if they found out just how ticklish she was. Nervously she slipped into one of the seats, taking her place next to her oldest friend as Mary sat the other side of the bride who was in the middle.

At first each woman soaked their feet in a bowl of warm water scented with rose petals that was placed between the seat of the chair and the terrible bench Alexandra eyed with suspicion. They chatted for a while as the manicures and facials were expertly under taken as their feet soaked in the warm water. All but Alexandra were calm and relaxed and even the hyper-vigilant redhead was glad she was here and not a part of whatever was going on at the little pool she had visited earlier, it sounded like someone was being gagged with a nectarine or some silliness was going on. Eventually each woman was encouraged to place their feet on the bench to have their soles towelled prior to the pampering that was to come. Nervously Alexandra looked at the woman gently towelling her soles, a young Indian girl who must have been around 18 or 19 years old but it was hard to tell. So far having her feet towelled off felt unexpectedly good. It was like she was being cared for: and need not fear being tickled at all. Alexandra was jealous of the young Indian woman’s soft, light brown skin and shiny curly black hair; Alexandra had always wanted a tan and dark hair but had remained faithful to her ivory skin and copper hair, dying her hair a deeper shade of red since her early 20’s. Her attendant also had faint brown henna tattoos decorating her long graceful fingers. In her teenage years Alexandra had fantasised about getting intricate scrimshaw-like tattoos all over her Ivory skin; she couldn’t imagine what a tattoo gun would feel like, but she was sure she was too sensitive to endure such a device’s administrations.

As the pedicurists busied about preparing for their tasks, three thoughts raced through Alexandra’s mind. The first always being terror at the sight of each tool that was laid out on the small table above her ankles; there were brushes, files, pumice stones and strange electronic devices she did not recognise. The Indian woman was still gently drying her soles as each tool was laid out with a click by another sterner, ginger masseuse.

Alexandra’s second thought was that she was sure she was going to kick the table over once the pedicure started; the table seemed sturdy enough, but she was sure she would not be able to keep still. Her third thought concerned just how many pedicurists and staff there now were swarming around. Not only was she baffled as to why so many attendants were necessary but she was worried she had been ignorant and rude earlier. Alexandra always liked to acknowledge waiters, waitresses and other serving staff with eye contact and a smile and make sure she treated them like a person. She had been so consumed by nerves previously, she now worried she had been wandering around and just not ‘seen’ the many attendants. Such concerns disappeared as her ankles were suddenly trapped. Alexandra had been trying to look away and squeaked as she felt a gentle pressure on the top of each ankle.

It wasn’t just her, Jenny was also concerned and curious. The three pedicurists tending to them had pulled something down from underneath the table that then attached to the soft padded benches that supported their legs. Each women’s ankles were now trapped by some kind of soft plastic and held at three points, on the outside of each ankle and also in between. Alexandra struggled and said;
‘I… I… I…’ as the young Indian girl nervously fumbled with a catch on the plastic restraints. Nervously she tried to protest, as her friend Jenny more coherently made the case that she had never had this happen in one of her other pedicures. Mary seemed fine and told them both to relax. Before either of the two nervous women could get free, a button was pushed and the soft plastic restraints began to fill up with air like an airbed.

“Zis is just a way to take advantage of your feet temporarily swelling a little so we can make zee pedicure better and easier!” The Swedish pedicurist insisted, her accent possibly an affectation or an inconsistent habit.

Jenny wasn’t entirely convinced and insisted she hadn’t asked for this and would be fine without it, her words becoming slightly more incoherent as panic set in.

“Nothing is too good for the bride! I paid extra so sit back and have fun!” Mary chirped.

Alexandra was beside herself and desperately tried to free her ankles to no avail. The young Indian woman was just applying oil to her soft soles and she was already fighting back laughter. Her tormentor seemed almost demure but she had long sharp nails. She was clearly trying not to tickle her client but even without the use of her nails she was failing in her task.

Next strange ceramic tools were used to scrape the oil from each woman’s soles. The struggling redhead thought she had read about these being used in Roman baths or something to remove dirt from skin. The ceramic blade was sharp but not sharp enough to cut her; still she hated feeling as the large curved blade ran up her arch, she began to whimper as her toes had to be held still to allow a smaller one to remove the oil from her toes. The sensitive redhead felt the tool get between the creases of skin on her toes and balls of her feet, those that were the equivalent of fingerprints.

“Your feet are so clean!” The young Indian pedicurist commented, adding; “You have such soft delicate skin, I am jealous!” She was hoping to calm her client down; wanting to stop her laughing and screaming so she could do a good job, for some reason she always got the ticklish ones!

The ceramic blades were put away and Alexandra relaxed as her feet were softly massaged again She had never had a foot massage before today but compared to what she dreaded this felt rather enjoyable. She felt warm towards the young Indian woman and was glad the women holding her toes still had gone. Remembering how she had worried about offending the staff she decided to return the compliment;

“You have nice skin too, and your hair looks lovely!” Alexandra said, always wanting that kind of long hair that went into curls naturally at the end. Her masseuse blushed and gave her a soft look with her dark brown eyes.

“My name is Alexandra” the red head added with a soft smile.

“Ati” Her young pedicurist replied quickly and sweetly.

‘ Ati…I wonder if that is short for something…’ Alexandra thought to herself as her soles were massaged. Jenny was still objecting, trying to convince her pedicurists that she didn’t need to be secured this way. The Swedish woman wasn’t having any of it though and insisted that she had clear instructions, both woman were being polite but it was clear there was a battle of wills going on.

Mary’s pedicurists were complaining about how dirty her feet were compared to the other two and told her she was a naughty girl. Mary laughed and insisted she was “Dirty thr0ugh and through”. Mary loved to walk barefoot and of the three women was the most in need of a pedicure, little did she know it but her soles had been rendered non-ticklish due to her love of feeling the ground beneath her bare feet, a benefit they would be stripped of along with their callouses. Mary’s masseuses were were still using the ceramic blades to scrape oil from her soles as Jenny got the brushes.

Alexandra had been so consumed by the relief of the foot massage that she had missed the buckets of hot soapy water being brought forth with a selection of awful scrubbing brushes. Jenny hit the roof as her arches were scrubbed by three of the pedicurists, the Swedish woman climbed between the chairs and grabbed her flailing wrists.

“Ma-ha-ha-ar-ary yo-ho-ho utter BI-hiiiii-hiiii!” Jenny screamed as she was secured in a couple of wrist restraints.

Mary chuckled; “This is for the exotic dancers you hired at my hen do!.... I said no to anything like that!”

The extra element of bondage made Alexandra even more nervous. Jenny was secured in the wrists restraints so quickly and efficiently it was unreal. Alexandra had heard about pranks at hen-do’s and didn’t approve, but this was like witnessing a nightmare for her. She wasn’t sure how the other girls hadn’t showed up yet, Jenny had been screaming the house down for five minutes. Earlier Alexandra had heard some hijinks from the area by the pool and then more voices and then all had been drowned out by Jenny’s laughter. She couldn’t see past the curtain which had been pulled back to separate them from the rest of the spa at some point. Desperately she reached out to her new friend at her soles with pleading emerald green eyes.

“I think that is just for the bride, but I do have to do your toes…” Ati whispered discretely.

As Jenny struggled and screamed Alexandra tried to keep her feet still as pumice stones were used on her soles and toes. A short, broad-faced Asian woman had joined the young Indian and was being far less gentle on her heels with a flat pumice stone. Meanwhile Ati was apologetically using a pointed pumice stone on and between each and every long ticklish toe. As the two women swapped jobs Alexandra became aware that to her left Jenny was having her toes tied back somehow, some sort of block had been placed over the expanding strap that held her ankles down and now her toes were being tied back to it with bits of string.

“Please don’t do that to me!” Alexandra desperately begged as she tried to catch her breath, she wasn’t being tickled yet but having her feet touched like this was torture enough.

“We might if you don’t keep still! We have more stocks!” A familiar voice insisted.

Alexandra looked at short, stout Asian woman at her soles and then around, the voice hadn’t come from either woman at her feet but from somewhere amongst the throng of women tormenting Jenny. Alexandra didn’t have time to find the familiar voice; it sounded different to her suppressed memories but with a sinking feeling in her stomach she knew someone here wanted her to suffer like the bride and a dark part of her soul knew who it was. Jenny’s feet were being scrubbed with a multitude of brushes some of which were motorised to spin even electric toothbrushes were being used on her toes.

“I thought we agreed only the special pedicure was for the bride?” Mary enquired.

“Yes but we also agreed that everyone in your party would have their ankles secured and get played a little so she doesn’t feel too bad!... including your-zelf!” The Swedish woman replied.

“Yeah but my feet aren’t ticklish so a pedicure is no pr-…” Mary began before being cut off.

The Swedish woman had pulled a lever to tilt Mary’s chair back to be nearly horizontal. With the sudden shock Mary couldn’t resist as her wrists were seized and her arms stretched out above her head.

“Hey what are you doing I pai-ha-ha!....” Mary protested as her captors began tickling her upper body.

Alexandra watched in horror as Jenny was put in the same horizontal bondage. Both women’s soles were being meticulously scrubbed by multiple pedicurists and now their upper bodies were explored too. For Jenny this was totally unbearable and her chair shook as she thrashed. Mary meanwhile was struggling to defend her body from an extra armpit treatment being applied by two of her captors along with this the Swedish woman checking her body for ‘areas of weakness’ that need ‘zee tickle therapy’. Alexandra tried to reach Ati with her eyes once more.

“Don’t worry, I think the tickle-prank is just for the bride and maid of honour. You are safe with me!” Ati sweetly promised.

Alexandra would have been reassured by Ati were it not for Donna poking her head around the curtain and giving her the same wink she had given earlier. The tall Brunette did not stay but disappeared swiftly such that Alexandra thought she may have only imagined what she saw. The tall redhead began freaking out and started to scrabble at her chair and the desk.

“Ahhh let me out! Let me out! I am asking you nicely to just let me out right now!” Alexandra whined pitifully through a fluttering panic.

“Look you are safe here, no-one is going to tickle you like that; I promise you!” Ati reassured her client gesturing at Jenny how was now screaming silently with a red face as the pedicure was mixed with equal parts tickle-torture.

“…I’m afraid I can’t promise that” The familiar voice whispered in Alexandra’s ear from behind.

Alexandra was shocked, firstly at the way her assailant had crept up on her and second that it was that pervert-girl she had studied with at university. She looked and sounded different but it was definitely a more terrifying version of the woman from her nightmares that now slunk round her like a cat to look her in the eyes. It was the eyes that had changed the most. Where once two kind brown pools of keen curiosity had been there were now two keen, sharp, deep holes that promised only a knowing cruelty. After that was the voice, once lyrical, sweet and soft; now the Asian newcomer sounded sharp and terrible and if she was ready to pounce at a moment’s notice.


“You abandoned me!... You abandoned Our friendship!... You left me all alone, with no-one!” The cruel captor cursed.


“I… I… I… You scare… scared me!” Alexandra weakly protested.

“You could have said ‘no’ nicely and stayed friends. There was no need to wall me out and leave me in the cold!” Her captor replied quickly.

“Please just let me go, I really can’t stand this! I’m really scared!” Alexandra begged.

“Perhaps!...” Her captor purred, adding; “I will deliver you a careful pedicure with no extra tickle-torture…”

Alexandra held her breath, her friends were laughing but it was is the room was silent. And she knew there was more to come;

“…If!... You can remember my name!” The vengeful friend turned fiend offered.

“Ma….. Ma…. Mae…. Mae!” Alexandra began unsure at first but then sure she was right.

“Mae: is what you used to call me, it is not the name I wanted to be called…” Her captor purred, sensing her victim had fallen into her trap.

Alexandra thought, she remembered her friend correcting her a lot when the first became friends but she had always called her Mae, or 'my-mae'. Suddenly she remembered the name;


“Mae-ling! Alexandra suddenly proclaimed remembering one such correction at a party.


“Mae-ling was a Chinese girl who went to all the parties you never invited me too!..”
The barely concealed rage behind Makiko’s voice stemmed deep. Aside from her red-haired friend people often mixed the two girls up occasionally making stupid jokes about them ‘all looking the same’ which neither girl appreciated. Her red-haired friend had at least seemed to try and never treated her as an outsider until she abandoned her.

“…I can’t believe this! Mae-ling was an exchange student and I have lived here my whole life, plus she looked nothing like me!” Makiko continued.

“I’m sorry!” Alexandra offered weakly.

“No you are getting extra torture now!” Makiko insisted.

“I’m sorry! I promised we wouldn’t” Ati interjected.

“Well you are not in charge! I am!” Makiko insisted.

“B..B…But! I made her a promise, she really wouldn’t be able to take it!... She can’t even stand us touching her feet.

Makiko was angry at first but then a cruel idea entered her mind. This young trainee had just turned 18 and needed to be ‘broken in’….

“Okay Ati my sweet, I will make her a deal. If she can keep her toes and feet still whilst you finish your job I will let her go!” Makiko sweetly offered.

“That’s not fair! She is far too ticklish! How long would I even have!” Ati replied with spirit.

“Until the other girls have finished those two…” Makiko offered, making up the rules on the fly and thinking all the time.

“That’s still not fair, this one has toe-ties and she isn’t foot-ticklish!” Ati replied gesturing first to Jenny and then at Mary. The other employees were shocked. No-one spoke to Makiko or the Swedish woman like this, fearing one of their ‘special team-building activities’.

“Okay well how about we try this! If she can’t keep still we tie-her toes…

….I actually have something special for that….

…Then with her toes safely secured she can’t make a noise, three strikes and you both loose!”

Ati quietly thought for a moment before asking; ‘what happens to me if I lose?’

“Well since you already struggle not to tickle client with those long nails… that I to ld you to trim shorter a half-dozen times by the way… I suppose we ought to put you in the fourth chair and show you how a pedicure should feel…” Makiko softly offered.

“You won’t tickle me?!” Ati asked with eyes like daggers.

“I promise I won’t tickle you” Makiko offered with a sweet smile.

Alexandra could scarcely believe what she had heard but had decided to stay quiet, feeling as if her young champion could maybe free her from this awful situation. Mary and Jenny’s pedicures and tickle torture had stopped as the Swedish woman struck a similar bargain with them. Alexandra had heard snippets, something about the exotic dancers and someone’s birthday but her own predicament was so precarious she couldn’t focus. As a set of stocks was brought forth she picked up more;

“I can’t seriously believe you didn’t know I was bi’!” Mary moaned.

“I’m so sorry!” Jenny pleaded, Alexandra pieced together that Jenny had promised no gigolos, male strippers or the like at Mary’s wedding the year before. Taking advantage of what she thought was a funny little loophole in the rule Jenny had hired a half dozen butch female strippers dressed as cops who took it upon themselves to handcuff and humiliate Mary. Alexandra had missed that wedding due to an awful cold but had heard that Mary took the joke with a good grace but looked angry about it. The two women made up and tried to work out how this counter-prank was getting out of hand as their heads were strapped down across the forehead such that their necks were outstretched.

“It has got to be Donna’s work!” Mary insisted.

“We should have never invited her! I thought doing this on her birthday would stop her coming!” Jenny replied.

“I’m sorry! I thought it would just be playful tickles for a while… I didn’t know!....” Mary began before succumbing to giggles as her neck was gently tickled with a long green feather.

Alexandra meanwhile was concerned at the addition of the stocks above her ankle restraints. A little air was let out of the horrible plastic strap as the wood and leather device was secured over the top of her ankles. Several of the pedicurists were preparing something that looked like nail varnish and little bits of metal.

“Now these are a new contraption I have cooked up next door. Instead of tying your toes back to the stocks they will instead be kept in place with magnets. We are going to secure these little strong magnets to each of your toenails. Then they will sticks to the magnets attached the stocks meaning Ati here won’t have to keep slipping you toes in and out of the little bits of string once you inevitably fail the first part of your task… On the subject of which shall we let the pedicures resume…”

Alexandra curled her toes, hating the idea of them being denied their freedom and not sure how the magnets would feel pulling at her toes. It was agreed that her toenails would be redone once the magnets were removed, her nails being the wrong colour anyway. Neither the bride nor maid of honour were in a fit state to make such demands so their inclusion in the discussion sacked of a conspiracy. Ati began gently with a quick massage to calm her client down. The young Indian woman knew she would need to apply more pressure soon though; Jenny’s feet were much further along already and she didn’t have to try and keep still thanks to the toe-ties. Next Ati tried using a special file to try and beautify the balls of her client’s feet. Normally this would never produce a ticklish response but Alexandra instinctively flinched.

“She can have that one on the house, but three more and we restrain her toes. Don’t forget if you are not done within let’s say five minutes of both these lovely ladies having their pedicures finished you lose out little arrangement”, Makiko cruelly teased.

Jenny and Mary were receiving a slow pedicure from one woman each. All of the others lined up with feathers by their favourite victim’s neck and face. Slowly they began to tickle the two restrained women who tried desperately not to laugh. Alexandra tried to distract herself by watching her two friend’s faces contort in the ceiling mirror as they tried to resist. Victoriously each masseuse who successfully made them produce a sound placed their feather in a little clay pot. The feathers used to tickle Jenny where red whilst those used on Mary were green. Pretty soon all of the women had one feather in one of the small clay pots, some even getting one in each.

“Better try and resist better zan zat… vee promised to tickle you only wiv zee feathers until every feather in your colour is used, zen vee get to give you an extra special treatment…”

“Oh my God I didn’t know you would tickle my neck when I agreed to that!” Jenny protested as a feather to her ear force her to shriek in surprise.

“Vell better be tougher, Marianne has zee last red feather now!”

Jenny tried to resist but between the scrubbing of her feet and the soft feather to her neck she was already a red-faced hysterical mess. Mary wasn’t far behind and by the time Ati had accidentally made Alexandra flinch twice she too was down to her last feather. Many of the girls had begun tickling Jenny all over as they removed her dressing gown.

“Vot shall we say girls? Double or nothing? No necks this time…” The Swedish woman offered.

As Alexandra flinched for the final time new rules were set for her two friends. Their necks would be freed and they would be stripped down to their bikinis, a humiliation Jenny had already endured. If they failed this time they would each have the choice of being gagged or losing their bikini top. Mary was getting red in the face, this was getting kinkier. She was worried her friend would find out how much this was turning her on, her nipples felt stiff and she had noticed the faint signs of arousal since the first neck-tickles. Little did she know the bride to be was suffering the same torment, having nearly climaxed before the feather game when her captors really tortured her all over. It had come as a surprise to her too. Both women found being restrained and totally helpless like this terrifying but also deeply exciting.

Alexandra did not share their secret excitement. The pedicures had been temporarily stopped so that the ‘magic mixture’ could be applied to her toenails, her niece’s black varnish being removed. Alexandra couldn’t really see what was going on, nervously she squirmed as much as she could. Hating the many fingers holding her toes still. The mixture felt cold at first but once the second substance was mixed in after the magnets had been pushed in to the mixture began to warm up. As the gel around the magnets cooled off into a solid paste, more arch-shaped magnets were added to splay her toes apart. Makiko relished the way her master-class in bondage was coming together, like a cruel magnetic Lego creation that held the toes perfectly in place.

“You are the third test subject to try these!” Makiko gloated, adding; “The others found them to be utterly captivating! I should know I was the first!”

Ati was the only pedicurist not impressed the cunning contraption that now held her client’s toes stretched out with all of the sensitive skin helplessly exposed and held back immobile to the stocks. Nothing was off-limits not the toe-pads, sides or ticklish spots underneath Alexandra’s long soft toes. Had she not felt sympathy towards the pale woman she would have unlimited access to a plethora of ticklish spots. Ati had been told that since she had turned 18 she could help out with the fun at a bridal party, enjoy a glass of champagne and that there would be a fun prank involving trapping the women’s ankles. Initially she had been excited by the scheme, secretly savouring the prospect of punishing some chardonnay-swilling, middle-class white woman who in her mind would have been the kind that often seemed to sneer or talk down to her. Instead this shy redhead seemed to remind her of herself in a peculiar sort of way. Despite being fierce and spirited Ati had her shy side and would hate to be where this woman was now. Ati vaguely remembered being tickled slightly during her ‘demonstration pedicure’ but it wasn’t intentional or torturous. She didn’t like it when people accidentally touched her hand with theirs when passing her change and she felt awfully peculiar wearing stockings or tights, favouring black leggings and thick socks that blended in for her work attire.

Ever ingenious Ati suddenly had an idea and grabbed the stiffest most tickly scrubbing brush, the one she had been avoiding using. With a quick decisive motion she attacked her victim’s arches and attempted to speed clean the ticklish soles. Alexandra screamed at the sudden unexpected sensations and did not stop screaming as Ati began using another smaller mechanised brush to attack her helpless toes.

“STAAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-AP!” Alexandra wailed.

“I’m not going to stop! And you are not going to stop screaming! That way this will only count as one!” She explained.

“An interesting stratagem! Unconventional, unexpected and potentially controversial… but I will allow it!” Makiko beamed, loving her secret tickle-crushes torment enough that any irritation with her impetuous young subordinate was temporarily quelled; ‘Yes I will have to make her suffer for this, but for now I will enjoy the show’. She thought to herself.

Ati kept up this torturous attempt at salvation for around five minutes, cleverly swapping tools with her cunning ambidextrous hands. Alexandra was in tickle hell, her champion had gone from trying not to tickle her to trying to keep the pedicure so ticklish that she would not stop laughing before the other women were done. And that was the first fatal flaw in Ati’s cunning plan, with a surreptitious gaze she saw that Jenny’s soles were beyond perfect yet still receiving a cheekily ticklish pedicure. In the same quick glance she saw that Jenny’s bikini top was in the process of being removed ‘They weren’t going to declare the pedicures done until she had lost the challenge by making the red head laugh!’ As she realised this Ati considered objecting but it was no-use. Otherwise they would declare the pedicures done and insist Ati had taken too long. Next came the second fatal flaw as Alexandra descended into the awful convulsing hell of silent laughter.

“And that’s one…. Down!” Makiko declared adding; “As much I enjoy your ingenuity I am going to insist you remove one shoe as penance for your defiance earlier, Ati… And when we get to strike two you shall lose the other one!”

Ati obediently obeyed as Alexandra begged; “Please don’t do that to me again! Please just go soft and I will try not to scream or laugh.

With knowing eyes Ati nodded to her red haired captive. She began using a few of the soft tools to tidy up Alexandra’s delectable toes. Trying carefully not to tickle the hypertensive supplicant upon whose reaction her own fate now depended. Ati did quite well, helped by the soft pale skin that yielded easily to each of her tools. For her first few months working here tickling women was something Ati had been nervous about, she prided herself on her work but often ended up with the more nervous and sensitive women who would be ticklish no matter what. In truth she was the gentlest and the least tickly but the natural simpatico between herself and other sensitives led to them usually choosing her, and she had gained a reputation as a slow careful pedicurist who took too long and still tickled clients. In truth Ati hadn’t helped herself by deliberately tickling a woman from Liverpool she had found to be too rude.

“Aaaahhwww whhhharrt’s she doin’ to me!” The woman had protested in her strong scouse accent.

Now all her careful practise was paying off as Alexandra finally relaxed and began enjoying the pedicure. After the intense torture that the first round of scrubbing had been the softer sensations actually felt kind of nice by comparison. Ati was relaxed too and smiled smugly as she diligently perfected the near immaculate soles laid out before her. Her carefully concealed smugness at her progress was cut short as Eina: the tall Swedish lead masseuse made her presence known.

“So Ati I notice you are vearing zee black socks again, I have told you zis is against zee dress code…” The tall gorgeous blonde purred as she slipped in close next to Ati. “Vee have a dress code zat is zee opaque black tights vith black flats and zee black tunics vee provide you vith…”

Ati meekly nodded and quietly peeped; ‘Yes Miss Eina, I sorry Miss Eina!” diligently carrying on with her work and hoping her apology would be sufficient.

Ati hated wearing tights or nylons. Something about the way the sheer fabric felt against her legs and feet made her tingle all over, instead she had carefully sought out black leggings with socks that matched so that she could blend in with the other girls at the spa but not have to endure the scintillating electric submission that the sheer fabric would cause her.

Eina was not leaving though, the other girls were taking care of Jenny and Mary’s continued torment so she decided she would help out Makiko whilst attending to this slight discipline problem. She snuggled close to Ati in a way that although affectionate was clearing a means to dominate the young trainee. Ati struggled to maintain her composure and keep working but it was clear she was in trouble.

“I just like zee-her to be von rule for everyone you know!...” Eina continued as she placed her fingers on Ati soft warm arch and softly tickled with the pads of her fingers only.

Ati smiled and bit her lip, her soles hadn’t been touched by anyone else since she was a small child and even with the protection of her socks she had to fight a flush of panic, nearly making Alexandra scream as she flinched slightly.

“..Oh you ticklish! Zat make sense, you don’t like to tickle zee customers by mistake cos you are a sensitive little soft-sole…” Eina whispered in Ati’s ear starting to use her nails just slightly on Ati’s soles.

Ati had to stop the pedicure and pull away giggling softly and pleading “n0 please!” as she desperately squirmed.

Eina had followed Ati’s squirming foot like an expert tracker, sensing that any second now the young Indian woman would submit to the desire to hide it under her other foot. She continued her verbal teasing;

“… But I think there are some customers who I think you have tickled on purpose, zat voman from zee Liverpool who talked about you as if you were out of zee room!” As she spoke Eina changed tickling techniques from a fluttering skittling of nails to a fast opening and closing of her hand so that all five fingertips and nails quickly tickled in a new pattern, ever in contact with Ati’s sensitive socked soles.

“No please don’t do that!” Ati begged finally submitting to cover her sensitive exposed foot in the exact manner she had been trying to resist doing since Eina had started tickling her. She knew she would be punished but could no longer resist, she couldn’t see what the tall blonde was doing to her foot but felt four sharp fingernails quickly rise and fall expertly from the centre of her arch towards her heel only to swiftly return, at the same time Eina’s sharp thumbnail went the opposite way down to the ball of her foot only to rise back again and repeat the entire process as Eina slowly rotated her hand to make the sensations unpredictable. Eina resented losing the ticklish foot and made a mental note to use this technique on Ati’s bare feet later.

“Oh no you can’t hide from me! Naughty girl!” Eina chided as Ati hid her foot, digging into her victim’s upper body with gusto.

“Oh no! No my ri-hi-ibs!” Ati wailed, her sexy Indian accent delighting everyone except Alexandra and Jenny. As she struggled she accidentally scratched her sharp nails against Alexandra’s trapped soles.

The captive redhead let out a shocked squeak followed by a forlorn; “Oh no!”

“And that’s two!” Makiko beamed drumming her fingers on the chair right by Alexandra’s trapped underarms. She had been verbally teasing the redhead throughout Ati’s tickle-trial and was exuberant that her long-lost crush would soon be at her mercy.

“Where is Cookie-Kwong?!” Makiko demanded, suddenly think of a way to improve the cruel game Eina had invented.

The broad-faced Chinese girl who had been pumicing Alexandra’s feet earlier presented herself with silent obedience as Ati’s other black flat was removed exposing her other socked sole.

“You see Cookie hates wearing nylons too and would much rather wear zose thick pink socks you may have seen her sporting in zee break room. But she is a good obedient girl; unlike you, I believe she told you nicely about zee dress code!” Eina expounded as ‘Cookie’ nodded.

Ati’s remaining black flat was taken from her and she was encouraged to kneel by the two women. She considered running but a few of the other girls had taken an interest in her plight and from the look in their eyes they wouldn’t help her.

“Now if you stay in this position with your toes pushed against zee floor and your arches stretched out tight vee shall only use zees backscratchers. Move and we will tickle you all over, plus I believe zat zere is some sort of tickle-bet already!” Eina continued.

“Yes if she makes this wimp produce even one more pip she will be taken to the empty chair and shown the difference between tickling and a nice pedicure, and that a little tickling is necessary!” Makiko explained.
“You said I wouldn’t be tickled!” Ati objected.

“No I said that 'I' would tickle you!” Makiko chuckled.

Ati’s heart sank at how she had been tricked, she would have gotten up and run right there if it wasn’t for the way Eina was cuddling her and stroking her hair with fake affection. Ati had been left alone by the tall blonde until her 18th birthday had passed at which point the tall blonde had started treating her with the same saccharin charm she treated the rest of the staff. Ati had followed suit to the way the others girls responded and shyly smiled, pretending it wasn’t a means of domination and supressing her dislike for the casual physical contact and the cutesy nicknames like ‘petal’ and ‘flower’. Once Eina had even called her ‘my little Lotus-blossom’.

Nervously Ati set about her work, there was a tiny patch of skin on Alexandra’s right heel that wasn’t as pink and perfect as the rest of her shining soles, which had become pinker and plumper throughout the treatment. The tickling started on Ati’s outstretched arches the second she had selected a stiff bristled brush, she wished she could try and make do with an inappropriate tool that was less likely to tickle her client but it was too late now and she bit her lip as the back scratchers scraped up and down and from side to side over her own soft sensitive arches. It wasn’t as bad as Eina’s nails had been but it was distracting and Ati squirmed and tried to stay still.

“Careful, you must keep the arches stretched out tight or else vee vill make you pay!” Eina commanded with a new dominant tone.

Eina trembled and giggled as Cookie picked up the pace, using two back scratchers in the same manner as Eina scratching from side to side ever in opposite direction whilst also moving both points of contact up and down the foot occasionally stopping half way to change direction. Ati had to stop and brace herself against the stocks.

“Sto-ho-ho-op it!... I-hi.. ca-haha-n’t” She wailed as she tried to regain her composure.

“Silly ticklish girl, I told you to wear tights!” Cookie chided as she changed technique to trace both backscratchers vertically up and down the long soft socked arch of Ati’s right foot, starting one at the top by the heel and running it down as the other came up from the ball of Ati’s trembling foot.

Eina continued with the horizontal wiggling technique on Ati’s left sole until Cookie began scratching the backscratchers at random all over Ati’s socked sole, at which point Eina mimicked the ‘up and down technique’ that had been so effective. Ati was a hysterical mess, it was only by clinging to the stocks that she was able to keep still. Cookie’s verbal teasing only made things worse.

“You ought to see what they did not me when I was new, they wrapped me up tight in seaweed wrap and tickle my feet for hours!” The usually calm and sweet Cookie continued.

Cookie had liked Ati but despite telling her every day to wear nylons in her quiet shy voice the young Indian apprentice had just smiled shyly and said no-one else had noticed.

“I try to help you cos I know something like this happen! But you think I know nothing!” Cookie scolded putting both backscratchers to work in the centre of Ati’s arch and wiggled them back and forth.

“Please don’t do that!” Ati begged softly as she gasped for air clutching and Alexandra’s soft soles in her desperation.

Alexandra was being verbally teased by Makiko and was almost whimpering as all the cruel tortures that were going to be inflicted upon her sensitive body were slowly and softly explained in great detail. Throughout this ordeal Makiko had told her all about how she had delved into the fetish world after Alexandra had severed her most meaningful connection with the real one. About how she had worked her way up from being a tickle slave to become a dominatrix with a very particular set of skills. Just as Makiko was explaining how she would cover the redhead’s soles in oil or honey and let cats lick them clean Ati grabbed her soles. Alexandra remained silent but gasped.

Eina meanwhile decided to copy the focused assault Cookie was inflicting upon Ati’s right sole with the same focused attention to the sweet spot in the centre of her right arch. It was finally too much for Ati and she kicked out and tucked her legs sideways under herself as she tried to curl up into a ball. As she lost control she ran her fingers down Alexandra’s soles making the redhead flinch and squeal. Makiko smiled, she had just been explaining about how the warm oil would feel being applied to Alexandra’s soles as the cats watched and licked their lips, for Alexandra it was like it was really happening and she completely lost control and started wailing;

“NOOOO YOOOU SI-ICK PERVER- hmm!” Her cries were shut off as a gag was neatly placed in her open mouth.

Ati meanwhile was being tickled by around three or four of the waiting girls who had eagerly lingered in anticipation of her failure. If Alexandra could focus she would have been reminded of her tickle-session at the party with Makiko all those years ago. Instead she desperately awaited her own fate and she frantically tried to free herself from her bonds. Throughout her ordeal she had watched as Jenny and Mary were stripped of their dressing gowns and tickled all over with feathers, their underarms and thighs proving to be feather ticklish. Then their bikini-tops were slowly removed and their tormentors began tickling their reddening breasts with feather dusters until both women had rock-hard nipples and faces like ripe tomatoes, Mary had already been gagged after screaming ‘I’m g0ing to cum! I’m going to cum!’ around the time Cookie Kwan was sent for, their captors decided this meant both women had lost and would receive their full punishment as the pedicure continued.

Jenny had long before entered a stage of silent hysteria, getting ever more ticklish, ever more turned on and ever more desperate as her need to climax outweighed her need to escape. Both women had been fitted with extra restraints to their upper and lower arms to prevent them pulling too hard on the ones that held their wrists. These were no longer necessary for Jenny as she had collapsed into silent submissive sensual laughter peppered only with the words ‘please!’ This pleased her captors immensely as had her earlier submissive whimpering: ‘No please don’t!’ Her captors knew they had broken her and that she would now do anything for orgasm but it was being kept tantalisingly out of reach by the nipple tickling they were inflicting.

Ati was carried away to the empty chair kicking and screaming at first before Eina quietened her;

“Ah! If you come peacefully it vill be better! Struggle and vee vill really torture you!”

Once in the chair Ati started to squirm and whimper looking all around at her beloved work friends wearing hungry masks of sadism. As her ankles were trapped and her wrists restrained Ati’s resolve started to crumble;

“No! no” no! she begged in her sexy Indian accent; “Please don’t tickle me like you did the bride!.. Makiko promised no tickling!”

“No Makiko promised ‘sHe wouldn’t tickle you!” Yoon replied cheekily.

Ati was truly terrified, Yoon was the sweetest loveliest girl in the place and even she was eager to have some tickle-fun at her expense. Initially Yoon hadn’t spoken much English but had both learned quickly and revealed herself to be the most eccentric person Ati had ever met, once the petite Korean girl had sung along to the songs she heard on the radio in absolute gibberish but as she learned English she would sing things like;

“Let my hair down! Check for snails! Oh my God there’s a bunch of snails…. SERIOUSLY OH MY GOOHO-OD!”

This had earned her the title of ‘Yoon the Loon’. Nobody called her that in a malicious way, it was just everyone’s way of showing her they loved her for being the eccentric crazy-chick she was. Yoon in turn was nice to everyone and always happy.

Now Yoon the Loon was looking Ati up and down with a feather in hand and eagerly considering the possibilities. Yoon liked to be tickled as well as tickle others, she had resisted the urge to tickle the shy reserved Indian girl but after tormenting the Bride and Maid of honour she was giddy with tickle-lust. Unbeknown to Ati when tickling was involved Yoon went wild and lost what little self-control she had. Tickling punishments were rarely effective on Yoon because she enjoyed them too much, also she would act out to get tickled. It wasn’t that she was a rampant tickle-phile with no self-control, it was just that the moment intense-tickling was introduced to any situation she would go crazy for it and become addicted to the fun games until her spree was stopped by her superiors who knew her true weakness.

Ati squirmed as her beloved black socks were slowly removed to reveal her long soft arches. She had been given a pedicure when she first started in order to know what the customers experienced and instructed to keep her feet nice along with the rest of her appearance. She remembered the pedicure as being a bit tickly but not too-bad considering. Now with her ankles secured down and her wrists in shackles she certain this was going to be an ordeal. As her long soft feet were bared Eina purred in her ear;

“Silly girl! You have to learn to be confident. If you act like it is bad when customer gets zee tickles zen zey vill get nervous and get more teeckleesh!”

Ati had been told this a hundred times but found it hard to carry herself with the self-confidence of the other girls. Slowly the tools were laid out for her pedicure as they had been for the three guests earlier. For this ‘training’ however there were feathers and hairbrushes mixed amongst the standard tools. The pedicure began was a sole scrubbing without the usual soak, it was a hot day and Ati’s feet had already been warm in her socks leaving her sensitive to the merciless brushing. Unlike her first pedicure her captors didn’t start slow and build up, aside from taking twenty full seconds to fully remove her socks to build up the anticipation they dug right in. Ati couldn’t help but laugh and squeal.

Meanwhile the other three women had been silenced with gags. Mary was being tortured for the crime of coming to the spa with dirty feet. Her captors had scrubbed and scrubbed before resorting to a radical technique. Her plump soles were oiled and heated with two hairdryers before having a magic tingly compound added to them. Next her hot feet were released from their toe-ties and forced into think black toe-socks that had been pre-heated. Next a plastic bag was wrapped around each foot and then a second hot thick black socks was added. Finally her soles were heated some more.

“This should really soak the oil into your soles and make it possible to get that tough skin off or transformed into something slightly! They may even be ticklish afterwards: Who knows!” One of her captors explained as her upper body received a brutal tickling.

Jenny’s captors were softer but no less cruel. She had been taken close to the point of orgasm and denied release until she begged as her breasts and nipples were feather-tickled. Now she was aroused by any soft tickly sensation, her skin was a bright red-canvas of ecstasy. Her captors had a cruel ironic twist up their sleeves though. When booking the Spa Jenny insisted that she look ‘good enough to eat off’ so after washing her down they had produced some colourful ice lollies and began teasing her hot red flesh all over. As the cold ice melted they began licking her clean making her beg into her gag with new gusto especially when her toes were discovered to be the most responsive to licks and nibbles both in turns of torment and arousal. Jenny thought she would be denied paradise for ever but as the first warm soft mouths counteracted the chill of the lollies that had been there seconds before she hit the roof and was barely constrained by her bonds. The orgasm didn’t build up and loom over like the phantom ones from the soft feathers had, it hit her suddenly and unexpectedly like a freight-train rocking her whole body as she lost control.

Alexandra meanwhile was being gloated over by Makiko as her bondage was enhanced. Makiko had cruelly decided to use some finger trap-like devices to secure each of her victim’s fingers rendering the poor woman almost completely immobile. Normally this trick was designed to increase her victim’s sense of helplessness but she marvelled at how even the palms of Alexandra’s hands were ticklish.

“Oh you so deserve this!” Makiko purred as she ran her fingers softly up Alexandra’s lower arms to her elbows, guessing correctly this underused spot would be a far greater torment to her victim than most of the women she tickled.

Alexandra shook her head and wailed into her gag mournfully.

“You know how long I waited for you to invite me to another party so we could have tickles!”

As she spoke Makiko softly tickled Alexandra’s elbow-nooks making the red head squirm and wince. Desperately the struggling beauty shook her head from side to side.

“Too long!” Makiko roared as she dug into Alexandra’s side with a surprise attach that was followed up by a gentle but effective armpit tickling that sent Alexandra into hysterics.

Makiko had Alexandra all to herself and explored every single spot she had longed to torment. The struggling redhead’s ribs were a gold mine surpassed only by her thighs that struggled to evade the cruel, experienced fingers that would wander down to explore the pale backs of Alexandra’s knees. After tormenting her victim for around five minutes Makiko declared.

“I am going to tickle your feet now Alex’!... You won’t be able to stand this!”

Alexandra went from helplessly struggling to begging pitifully into her gag. The brief reprieve offered to her as Makiko climbed off her to gloat only enhanced her anxiety as her cruel captor selected a simple feather to torment her long trapped toes. Even the soft plume was too much for the hypersensitive redhead but it was barely enough to satisfy Makiko’s sadistic rage. First she turned the feather round to use the sharp quill to trace up and down her victim’s soft, taut arches before tracing it lazily in a variety of devilish patterns all over the canvas of inviting flesh. Makiko sighed as she began using her soft fingertips on Alexandra’s other foot. The stocks rattled and Alexandra raged. Makiko dreamily watched the immobile feet remain still as their own thrashed as much as her bonds allowed.

“I have waited so long to have you like this! I don’t think I can ever let you go! I could just sit here and tickle you forever!” Makiko sleepily explained, her voice a soft expression of pure ecstasy.

In the fourth set of stocks Ati was beginning to suffer. Her pedicure had begun without any attempt at deliberate tickling but every time she laughed or flinched the girls would cry out;

“And tickle!” and begin tickling her all over.

At first the young Indian trainee would only be tickled for a few seconds but each time the tickling would last a little longer each time and more and more tools would be used. Yoon was particularly fond of tickling Ati’s thighs which proved to be torturously ticklish all over but particularly so when her inner thighs were squeezed. Eina had practised the ‘expanding fingers’ technique on her victim’s bare, stocked and toe-tied soles, finding it devastatingly effective at making the young Indian girl squeal. Next she claimed Ati’s ribs, desperate to hear her victim beg ‘Not my ri-hi-ibs’ in her sexy Indian accent, something she informed the struggling girl she would tickle her until she heard in a convincingly submissive manner. Cookie-Kwan took the time to gloat as one torture session ended;

“I bet you wish you wore nylons now!” The broad faced Chinese girl beamed.

“I can’t stand nylons they make me feel tickly!” Ati meekly whimpered, becoming delirious from the tickle-torture.


“Ahh you no want tell us that! Now we know we put you in stockings! Tickle you long time!” Cookie berated her friend.

“No please don’t!” Ati begged breathlessly.

“I think if you ever misbehave again you will have to meet some of special stockings from ancient China sweetie!” Eina muttered, her accent dropped almost entirely.

“They make feet super ticklish! Used to punish Harlots and concubines!” Cookie added.

“Almost as bad as hairbrushes!” Yoon interjected having abandoned Ati’s thighs and joined the throng of women at the foot of the stocks. Two hairbrushes were scrubbed over her soft arches making her squeal and beg.

Ati couldn’t believe how bad the terrible spikey points felt. Her soles had been oiled and her arches suffered their wrath as electric toothbrushes were used on her toes for the final phase of her torture. Through tear stained eyes Ati realised Donna had returned and was standing with hands on hips mocking the other women;

“Having fun ladies!” Donna cackled.

“Donna I swear to God get us out of these things!” Mary threatened as her gag was removed and her soles scrubbed with pumice stones.

“Let’s see if those feet of yours are ticklish now wench! Try the Wartenburg wheels girls!” Donna commanded.

Two of the 'masseuses' selected terrible metal spiked wheels on bamboo handles and began tracing them up and down Mary’s soles. Mary tried not to laugh but the spikey points hit nerves she hadn’t felt in a long time. As her tormentors continued she tried to resist laughing but the tickling had a direct line to her brain now.

Jenny and Alexandra were too delirious to say much. Alex whimpered; ‘No’ as the vision of the now leather-clad Donna blurrily came into focus. Jenny just whispered ‘Yes’ and the fourth or fifth orgasm whispered through her nearly unconscious body as her toes were sucked in tandem with a renewed nipple tickling.

Alex tried to beg but Makiko’s nails were skittering all over her soles. She didn’t think things could get worse but her tormentor shifted to focus only on her right sole and gestured for Donna to join her. Being tickled by two women pushed Alexandra into a new level of hysteria. She went from silent laughed to hysterical begging and screaming;

“No!!! plea-haha-ese! Not the two of you! Seriously you have to stop this! This isn’t funny this is torture!” She wailed as Donna began using an electric toothbrush under her trapped toes whilst using her sharp nails on the taut pale arch that had been generously shared with her.

“And the torture will continue next door! Isn’t it fun! You get to see where I work! We have a casual arrangement with this spa and share a few things; water, power…. tickle-slaves!” As Donna spoke the large mirror behind each girl began to rise and the ‘masseuses’ began busying themselves with detaching the chairs from the floor and clipping the little wheels in place that would allow them to be rolled back into the adjoining antechamber.

Jenny’s eyes flickered as she dreamily wondered when she would awake from this waking nightmare that had tuned into a sweeter Euphoria than her fiancé had ever given her. Mary struggled as Alexandra whimpered.

“I told you I might just keep you forever!” Makiko gloated as Alexandra was wheeled away.

“Vell I think your lesson is learned my little lotus flower!” Eina gloated as she tested the finger technique on her new toy’s soles once more.

“What is going to happen to those women?” Ati asked quietly.

“You have to ask?” Eina sneered.

“Don’t tickle the red haired one! Tickle me in her place!” Ati pleaded. She had found the tickling torturous but sort of liked the way her heart was racing, plus she knew the poor pale woman couldn’t stand it for a second.

“Hmmmmm interesting!.... I vill have to check with Makiko” Eina purred.

Slowly but surely each woman watched in the ceiling mirror as their helpless bodies were rolled back into the unknown until darkness enveloped them and they each waited in separate rooms for the torments that were to come.

To be continued

Great! Looking forward to the next parts!

Fabulous story! Looking forward to more of it.

Awesome!
Please in nylons <3

the next part?

fcticklish said:

the next part?

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Is under construction

The side story with Donna and the other four women will be posted first, I worked on it today.

Also Thanks to those who expressed their appreciation previously.

Hoping for a nylon chapter

Great story! I hope Makiko gets her turn!

I'm really looking forward to more foot tickling for Mary. Hopefully that is a decent part in your next story. Don't get me wrong, the other girls are great too. I'm just a HUGE sucker for the "I'm not ticklish trope".

The second Mary blatantly and confidently stated "my feet aren't ticklish", she instantly became my favorite girl. I knew you weren't just going to let that slide, and sure enough she starts to feel sensation in her feet again after thr intense treatment.