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Link to part 1 here. Parts 3&4 are done as well outside of some editing.
https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?322437-Covid-Office-Antics-Part-1-(FF-FF-Nylon)
"Ah, Madison... I see you're 'tied up' with work as usual," she said as she folded her arms. Here stood Sara Goodwin, 5'7 and looking down at the scene in front of her. The HR Manager Madison, bound firmly on the desk with her nylon feet propped up.
Sara sat on the edge of the desk, examining Madison’s nylon clad feet. “White polish on your toes? Classy look” Sara commented
“I think we have some things to discuss.....
"I thought you were 'getting a pedicure,' hm?" Sara said as she recalled the phone call they had not long ago.
Maddy panicked “it was Jessica and Katie, they tied Paige and I up and tickled us for hours. I had to lie about the pedicure or they would have never stopped”
The only reason Sara even got here rather quickly was because she lived within five minutes of the workplace, and funny enough she just happened to come now of all times.
"Really?" she said, putting her hands to her hips. "You know, I tried calling you - then I tried texting you I was on my way, but I got no reply. I realized I forgot something at the office and was here to pick it up... but it seems like I'm gonna be picking you up now, aren't I?" she said bemused.
"Speaking of which... what was that you sent me?" she asked, as she got out her phone. She showed her history of text massages and tapped a video that was sent to her. Showing it in front of your face, she revealed that video that Sharon took, where you were laughing up a storm in the seat. 'I LOVE BEING TICKLED' or something along those lines was said.
“They made me say it. I can’t stand being tickled its absolute torture for me. I’m extremely ticklish!” Maddy was scrambling
It was too humiliating, and Sara wasn't letting up with those questions either. She was barraging the poor woman after she'd been through an intense bout of tickle torture.
"Really?" Sara said as she arched her brow, and her lips quivered into a smile. "Didn't look like that in the video... or sound like it in the call."
Suddenly, Maddy felt the woman's fingernails lightly glide along the tops of her sheer nylon-clad feet.
Maddy started to squirm in her chair. She squeezed her eyes shut to do her best blocking out the tickling. She was shocked that a woman in Sara’s professional position would also tickle her while she was completely helpless.
Giggles were already escaping her lips. “Hehehehehahahahaha saahahahaarraaahahehehe nooohehehehehehe”
“Wow Maddy you’re extremely ticklish aren’t you? You can’t even handle it on the tops of your pretty feet.”
"Also - I did a quick sweep of the office. Katie and Jessica are nowhere to be found, as is Ms. Paige. Do you know where they went?”
Sara could see Maddy was 'less than cooperative' in talking, so the mature woman decided to tickle the 27 year-old’s feet as they were helpless, wiggling her fingers in a more ditzy, tickly fashion as they wiggled around with no rhyme or reason on the tops of her toes for now.
"I asked you questions, Madison. Or are you not gonna answer me, hm?" Sara asked. "Oh- what're these?" suddenly, she eyed those two feathers that were left on the desk by Sharon and Karen. Picking them up, she flipped them across and started to poke and prod with the quills, then alternate to the feathery soft bits as she tickled Maddy with those tools.
She began to run them down on both feet, using two feathers on each foot and alternating which foot she tickled, be it the quill ends running down and then the feathery soft parts going up, then swapping to the left foot. Then the right where she repeated this in stokes, and so forth.
"Does that mean your workers AREN'T here, Madison? What happened to our agreement to get them to work during the offices, hm? You KNOW we can't afford this," she said. "And to think I was considering giving you a bonus," sighed Sara.
Maddy was laughing hysterically. She wanted to answer but couldn’t formulate any coherent words. She thrashed against her bonds in a desperate attempt to pull her feet away.
“I’m saahahahaaarrryy.... I caaahahahahahahahahaa.... I caahahahahannnntttthehehwhahaha”
"You can't? Why not? You were talking up a STORM in our call - Oh!" Sara suddenly recalled. "Does that mean I'm NOT invited for pedicures? Oh, you... I'm gonna have a field day with HR about this."
She said this as she continued to tickle poor Maddy's feet, getting faster and faster as she vigorously got the woman giggling and laughing as much as she good. She had no idea Maddy's torture lasted for hours, and didn't realize it hadn't even been ten or fifteen minutes when the last session ended. Now, she was bent on tickle torturing this woman's feet more and more.
How much could Madison take? That was a question that Sara didn't even consider nor care about, since she was just tickling the poor helpless woman's soles with those feathers. Those annoying quills kept poking and scratching the helpless soles through the nylon material, wiggling and prodding along her like a hot poker while the feather frills softly cuddled and teased her soles with kisses of ticklish torment.
“Eeehehehehahaha pleeeaaahheeesseee stahahahappp. Saaahhhaarraahahahah....”
Maddy was an absolute wreck. Her face was covered in running makeup and sweaty strands of of her long brown hair.
"Oh, and don't even get me STARTED on your office, Madison. What kind of shape is this?" she complained. "I see not a SINGLE worker in when they should be - which was your job, hm? Then I come here after a full sweep and find you kicking back and tied up in your lovey dovey tickle session? Huh?" she said aloud.
That said, she stopped tickling Madison... for all of two seconds. What she revealed in her hand next was something that she may not have expected: a feather duster. A wooden handle that came out into a series of small feathers, all of them bushy and dark and burly - as if they were ready to absolutely tickle Madison out of her skin.
"I just picked this up from the open closet. I can't clean up your office, but I hope I can at least clean up your act," she said as she looked at the way that Madison's bright nails were somewhat visible as her toes curled within the nylons.
“Please don’t” Maddy pleaded. “I can’t take it anymore. I’m begging you. You don’t understand how ticklish my feet are”
Sara then descended the hellish feather duster against those nylon feet, brushing them left and right against Maddy's heels as they swiveled and flickered with their feathery ends, teasing and brushing over her soles. It was like a whole army of those fluffy feathers began to tickle her feet!
They brushed and brushed and tickled poor Madison, flickering and brushing her as if they were trying to dust off her feet for good. Sara then swapped the movements - simple as it was - going either left to right across both soles, up and down an entire foot, or even flicking her wrist in different directions. Heck, she even spun the duster around in her hand and kept sweeping it around in a circle.
Spinning and spinning like it was an electric cleaner, she teased Madison's soles as all of those feathers began to plant little adorable kisses on the woman's soles, tickling her as the tiniest of bristles from each individual little feather brushed and sweeped against her sheer nylons - which offered absolutely no protection.
"Not wearing shoes at work - tsk tsk - that's another strike. I'll have to write you up a LOT by the time we're though," Sara said. "Who knows..." she sighed. "I might have to fire you. After all, is a reoccurring theme. You constantly parade around you office in just your stockinged feet."
Maddy entire body flailed. She clenched her toes so tight that they gripped the feather duster, pulling it from Sara’s hand.
"O-ooh," Sara was taken aback at the way she curled her toes and fought back against the feather duster, making it better - or worse - for her. "Maddy, what was it you said? You DON'T like being tickled?" If anything, it seemed like Maddy was having the time of her life with her she laughed and spewed forth helpless giggles.
With that, looking to the right, Sara reached forth on one of the cups on Maddy's desk. She took out a pen that Maddy had left there, stealing it in her hand. She then wiggled the capped pen, wiggling it around as she swung it like a pendulum to tickle the woman's right foot.
"Goochie goochie goo~" teased Sara, surprised at just how absolutely ticklish this woman really was. "Goodness, you really ARE crazy ticklish. I'm wondering what Paige would make to think of this if she was here. I wonder where she went... ah, well," Sara shrugged it off. "I'm sure you know you'll have to do something about this mess."
“Sahahahaarrraheheheh. Stop fucking tickling meeeehehehehe” Maddy yelled through her ongoing laughter.
Sara stopped the tickling and looked up at Maddy, wide-eyed.
She gasped lightly. "Maddy... LANGUAGE," she said aloud.
“Please Sara. Stop tickling my feet.” Maddy was in tears, gasping for air.
Suddenly, she set the pen down and let go of the feather duster, scribbling her fingers over Maddy's nylon feet. She wiggled those fingernails of hers vigorously over he woman's heels and then moved up to the arch. "Huh? What was that?" Sara giggled.
Maddy was mid breath. She was caught off guard and let out a loud snort followed by screaming laughter. Her entire body looked like it was convulsing.
"Sitting behind a computer made me REAL god with these fingers, you know. I can type nearly 100 words per minute, you know?" she said aloud.
“AAHAHAHHEHEHEHEHEHE STAHAHAHAHAPPP I’m going to peeeheheheheheeehehee”
Maddy has lost all control of herself. She felt a sensation in her bladder. She needed Sara to stop immediately.
Unfortunately, Maddy's pleas fell on deaf ears for now as her boss kept tickling her - amazed at just how much this woman was laughing. She probably couldn't even answer the questions that this woman was spewing out of her mouth.
"So, what is it then? You mean to tell me that just by being TICKLED you'll do whatever others say? Hm... no," Sara said aloud. "I bet you really LOVE this don't you? Yes, I'm sure you take advantage of others and force them to tickle you, is that it?"
Those fingers now began to rake their nails across her helpless soles - thankfully not destroyed the fragile material of the sheer nylons, but any more and one could swear that Madison's stockings would give out, that is, if she didn't.
"Tsk, you're a grown woman Maddy. I know you're ticklish, but you can't just be a TICKLISH, laughing, giggly little mess. Look at you, all red, hair a mess - no shoes. You should learn proper business ethics," Sara said demandingly.
Maddy’s body bucked as hard as she could manage. Her screaming laughter echoed throughout the entire office. She’d couldn’t hold it in anymore. She felt the warm liquid against her legs, filling her tights.
It wasn't until she briefly checked on Maddy by looking up and seeing her legs quiver that she finally understood. Sara widened her eyes and gasped, only to finally laugh herself as she witnessed this humorous sight. Sara was wrong to laugh probably, but this just caught her off guard and she couldn't believe it.
She stopped tickling poor Maddy's feet... for now, and walked around the desk to get a better look at this scene. Poor Madison must've been tied up for the better part of her work day, and now her boss of all people had to come in and absolutely tickle her until she peed.
"Oh my, oh my oh my~" Sara said as she put her hands on her hips. "Maddy, not only are you a laughing wreck, but you laughed so hard you peed? Oh, and that chair... and your clothes. Oh, hun," she said in disappointment with her arms shifting to being folded now. She sounded like a truly disappointment boss, though Sara sported a devious grin on her face.
“Please. Leave me alone, I’ll do anything. Maddy said as she tried to catch her breath
"I guess I could take it easy. Maybe I won't have to fill out any paperwork or fire you... buuuuut-" Sara said as she trailed off and took a good look at you. "I hope you're prepared to make amends with me."
The woman then walked over and knelt by Maddy's sides, seeing how the poor woman was such a mess right now. Red-faced, messy-haired, drenched in sweat, clothes ruffled, and now even peed herself. She continued to show no remorse as she poked the woman's ribs, tickling her as she did.
"Sooo, I have a few projects to work on that're holding me back. You wouldn't mind taking the load for me, hm? I want those three projects done in three weeks - including the overseeing of the shipment due in India and the one in Greenland," said the demanding woman.
This was insane - three weeks and all those huge projects were going to take a while. Heck, Maddy should probably either forfeit any chance of personal time or fun for the next few weekends.
"Since your workers also aren't here in the office, I'm going to need you to work longer - AND make sure you're in the office. I'm talking double shifts, maybe trips if need be," she said. "Oh, and you BETTER video call me from now on at the office so I can see you here. Got it?" she said.
“Or maybe a better idea..... I have you come work with me at my home office. I could keep close tabs on those ticklish tootsies of yoirs
Those fingers continued to tickle and tease the helpless woman's sides, then moved them up to her armpits as she tickled her up there in the hollows of her quivering, ticklish pits. Maddy continued to thrash in her seat and giggle constantly. Sara was all the devil that Katie and Jessica could be combined.
It seemed like everyone in Amery International had a bad side to them, but that was probably the case the higher you went up the grapevine. Such a pity that Sara had to catch Maddy while she was trapped; like a predator coming upon caught prey. Poor Maddy was a helpless woman having a giggle fit - a butterfly caught in the spider's web.
Okayyyhehehahaha okaaayhehehehaaa I’ll do ittthehehehahaha” Maddy managed to blurt out.
"Mm, good girl. Also - I'm going to need you on Saturdays straight after work. Weren't we going to get pedicures together? Huh?" Sara asked, maniacally. She kept tickling Maddy nonstop. It wasn't as bad as her feet since they weren't being tickle tortured, but now she was being forced to laugh as her boss was working every inch of her body.
She didn't even give Maddy a rest, but this bitchy bossy lady was now brought to someone that any normal person could feel bad for as she was tickled for hours and robbed of anything she could possibly give to anyone.
“Allllhahahahahaha offf uhuhuhhssssss.... paaiihahahahggeeee, jehehehessss and katieeeheheheheheheheh”
"Good, AND... it'll be coming out of YOUR pay, right?" she asked Maddy, making sure that she was going to be the one to make her and the others benefactors. The names she heard sounded somewhat familiar, but she wouldn't mind hanging out with the other young colleagues in some fun time. Especially since she was curious how they'd REALLY deal with pedicures.
"Go on. Laugh for me you little ticklish girl. Tell me some more secrets, huh? I'm gonna need to know more from you so I know I can trust you," said Sara as she continued to tickle, belittle, and absolutely humiliate Maddy. "After all, what kind of 27 year-old head of this department is a ticklish, pissy mess, huh??"
"Aww, I don't think anyone in the whole WORLD is this ticklish. If anyone found out about this incident, I wonder who'd hire a giggly girl who loves being tickled until she pees. Is that right, Maddy? You LOVE being tickled this much, right?" Sara said mischievously as she looked at the stained nylon tights, knowing they probably saw their last legs today.
"Go on, talk you little ticklish fiend," Sara taunted as she stood and walked around Maddy's chair. She was given a small break for half a minute to catch her breath and talk. Though it wasn't long before Sherry's fingers tickled her again, moving from behind and grabbing her ribs.
She dug in all ten fingers - five on each side - of her ribs, scribbling and poking and prodding and scratching as if her hands tried to map each groove of her ribcage, not afraid to move up and tickle her armpits which were just slightly exposed since her arms were spread out and tied on the arm rests.
Maddy had no time to answer. She let an ear piercing scream. Her upperbody shook and jolted between Sara’s fingers like she was dancing.
"Ahhh hahahaha, aww poor thing - you're like a fish out of water, hm?" Sara said. The mature boss woman who gave this underboss a run for her money slowed down her tickling juuust a bit, stopping and moving again to the side of Maddy.
Maddy could taste the makeup her tears carried down to her lips. She begged and screamed for Sara to stop.
Sara lowered her head until she was eye level with Maddy in her chair, her face right next to hers - so close that her breath could be felt on the moist surface of Maddy's skin - drenched in makeup, tears, and sweat. Sara clearly seemed like a hungry dinosaur eager to hear more - this was just music to her, and the way she saw it, she had quite the mess on her hands to fix up.
“Please. I fucking hate being tickled. I can’t take it anymore. You’ve had your fun now let me go”
"Suuure you hate it," Sara said, just moving her hands back to wiggle and squeeze her hips, tickling her even though she was beside herself in laughter.
"That's TOTALLY why you're smiling and laughing, huh? Because looks to me like you're enjoying it," she said.
"I bet you really love and goad people into tickling you, you little siren. Huh?" she said, as if she was totally entranced and now forced to tickle this woman. Goodness, what was up with this office?? If anything, she was even moving her fingers all over: under the knees, tickling the hips, squeezing those sides, tickling the tummy, wiggling under the armpits.
Maddy gasped for air during a brief break in the action. “I’m telling you. I hate being tickled. I avoid pedicures at all costs. I’ve broken up with boyfriends for it. It truly is torture for me”
Sara completely ignored Madison, using 'guerilla tactics' to tickle Maddy all over, hopping from one spot to the next as she tickled her again and again. "Oh, really?" she muses, hearing this. "You're THAT ticklish? I thought you were an adult. Maddy, Maddy, Maddy... why are you this ticklish~?" she giggled.
Finally, it seemed like a silver lining was happening. Sara stopped, and eased up on the tickling. She stood up and even pulled out some baby wipes she kept on hand given the state of affairs. Holding it out, she began to wipe Maddy's face clean. It smeared her makeup more, but it seemed like Sara was at least offering the SLIGHTEST hint of compassion.
It was probably the most she got all day as she was trying to clean up Madison's face and wipe the streaks of makeup and running mascara off of her, as well as the tears and sweat. That being said, Sara didn't seem keen on doing this for free. Those eyes continued to look at Madison as if she was below her; Sara was pondering to herself as she hummed during this little cleaning.
It was as if she was scheming just a bit more for compliance.
“I don’t know why I’m so ticklish. But there’s nothing I hate more than being tickled.” Maddy said in a sad tone. She was appreciative of Sara’s attempt to clean her up a bit.
"Oookay Maddy. I'll stop tickling you - for now. Although, hm... I'm not sure if I should untie you. Hm?" she said aloud as she looked down at the hopeless mess that was before her. It was such a turn-on for one of the few times in her adult life, and Sara couldn't believe it. Tickling and messing with her underling until she laughed unbecomingly and peed herself? Forcing her to carry the burden and even do some of her work or else she'd be fired??"
"I need some assurance you'll do as I say, Maddy," Sara said as she lowered her head, facing sideways from Madison's. "Go on," she pointed as she lifted a finger and pointed to her own face. Sara was bent down and moved her head closer to Maddy's.
"Gimme a kiss~" she taunted, forcing Maddy to choose between being tied up as a mess and waiting until an even more humiliating situation where she'd be found, or being freed right then and there.
Maddy was caught of guard, but willing to do anything to stop the tickling. She tilted her head forward and locked lips with her boss.
"Mmn~" Sara moaned lightly, taking in the woman's plush lips as she got more than a mack on the lips. Sara took in the time to tilt her head and force her lips against Maddy's. The tongue of hers even slithered through the woman's mouth and they met in each other's mouths.
Ms. Goodwin continued to move her tongue curiously inside the woman's mouth, French kissing her as their tongues intertwined and danced together within each mouth. The woman moaned more and more as she felt ten years younger - remembering crazy times she had when she was more free.
Maddy’s eyes grew as she was shocked by Sara’s aggressiveness.
Sara took in the kiss with passion as she let out a few more moans and breaths, licking and kissing Madison as those lips pressed and lovingly pressed there, letting the kiss go on and on for a few seconds, then half a minute, then a minute, and what seemed like a full few minutes.
"Mmn...hmm...mmm~" she moaned, getting more handsy as Ms. Goodwin twisted and moved her fingers around Maddy to lightly grope and fondle her as those hands moved around her already way-too-sensitive and ticklish body. Moved a hand around her back, then a hand to graze around her bosom lightly.
She continued to kiss for what felt like a passionate few minutes with her eyes closed and those breaths mounting pleasantly. Slowly but surely, Sara would ease up on the kiss and slow down before she finally stopped. Those soft, moist lips parted and Sara moved her head back.
"MMmmmch, broken up with your boyfriends before?" Sara asked again before giving a knowing wink. She reached down onto Maddy's hands and slowly pulled hard on the tie before the knot was pulled on and slowly came undone.
Madison's right arm was loosened from the arm rest, and now she could possibly free herself with a hand freed.
"Mkay, Madison. I'll see you on spa day... oh, but DO get a head start on those projects. Also, if I were you, I'd go home and get cleaned up. You're not a baby anymore, you know," Sara said, rolling her eyes and adding insult to injury on poor Maddy's little incident.
"Toodles~" she said, smirking and turning around to head towards the exit of the office as though nothing happened.
Maddy reached down. She tugged on the bonds but was completely delirious and exhausted. She was having trouble loosening the belts.
“Wait can you help me untie my legs?” She called putting to Sara.
That caused the woman to stop mid-stride and turn around deviously, locking eyes with Madison.
"Oh sure, Madison. How silly of me to forget..." she said, moving towards those trapped ankles bound with a belt on the desk. She moved forwards and once again took her fingers, all ten of them.
Maddy squealed immediately. Her now unbound upperbody wriggled around in her seat.
She moved them and scratched vigorously against Madison's stockinged soles, scratching the nylon fabric as she wiggled and flexed against the toes. "Ooops, my bad - I slipped," she said in a taunting manner. Her fingernail caught a snag and caused a large ladder in Maddy’s tights along her right big toe. The toe was almost completely bare. Sara kneeled down and wrapped her lips around Maddy’s bare toe. Her tongue ran lightly along the bottom of the toe as she sucked lightly.
Maddy was howling with laughter once again. Sara’s warm mouth was a completely knew sensation which brought her to hysterics.
Sara continued to suck and nibble on Maddy’s toes. With her free hands she reached up and started to undo the belts.
Maddy felt the ties start to loosen. The tickling caused her to buck hard against the restraints and start to free herself. She was able to pull her foot hard away from Sara’s mouth. Her left foot was still an issue.
Sara recoiled a little, laughing yet still being mischievous as she looked upon how Maddy fought back with disdain. "Oowww, naughty Maddy. Don't make me schedule an anger management session with you," Sara said as she continued to tickle Maddy's left foot in intervals, trying to avoid the right foot as it kicked in her hand's direction.
Her hand would occasionally zoom down and scribble along the toes, then fly up again, going down to tickle her under the heel, and then away again, only to dart her index finger to scratch the woman's arch, then dodging the angry kicking foot, and so forth.
If anything, this made the 'game' all the more fun for her as she deviously kept up the torture, albeit only slightly now as she watched the woman flail about angrily.
As Maddy kicked her free leg and bucked with every tickle along the bottom of her left foot. She felt herself start to slide to the edge of the chair. She
squeezed the armrests to try and keep herself from ending up on the floor.
“Sahahahaaaaarrrraaa stahahahahappp tickling my feeeheheheheeettttt”
"What was that? Stop?" Sara asked, mocking her as she repeated her begging claims back to her. Sara thought it was absolutely HILARIOUS seeing this woman slip and make a fool of herself in that seat. Sometimes she didn't even need to try and Maddy was absolutely wrecked with some humorous, ticklish quivering and embarrassing situations.
Whenever the right foot tried to cover the left foot, it'd only result in the protecting foot being tickled as she scratched and absolutely flickered her fingertips on the free foot to get it to retract. Something was just way too cute about the helpless ticklish foot trying to protect the other ticklish foot... only to fail for obvious reasons.
"I thought you wanted me to help - go on, pull yourself free Maddy," she joked as she kept up the tickling and wiggled the finger along the woman's foot vigorously.
Maddy pulled backwards so hard on her foot that it caused her body to jump forward and slide on if the chair. She now rolled back and forth, slapping the floor as she screamed with laughter.
"Uh oh, oopsie daisy~" Sara said nonchalantly as the poor woman was reduced to a writhing, helpless, ticklish mess along the floor with literally an even bigger predicament. Her feet were bound up along the desk and being in a reduced elevated position wasn't so helpful. Feeling pitiable, Sara finally undid the bind on her left foot and walked away, laughing and looking at the woman.
"See you on spa day, Maddy~" she said, giggling.
Maddy laid there, drenched in numerous bodily fluids. She gathered her thoughts and did her best to catch her breath. She slid her tights off and walked around the office in just her tanned bare feet, searching for her heels. They were nowhere to be found. The thought of driving home barefoot, or even anyone catching a glimpse of her sensitive bare feet made her feel uneasy. She hopped on the elevator and strolled through the lobby, she feet smacking against the cold marble floors.
“No shoes today Ms. Madison?” The female security guard called out while laughing. Maddy managed to muster a quick smile and scurried on her way to the parking lot. Her mind raced the entire way home. She wished this whole thing would be over, but knew she had to attend the spa day with her coworkers.
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"Ah, Madison... I see you're 'tied up' with work as usual," she said as she folded her arms. Here stood Sara Goodwin, 5'7 and looking down at the scene in front of her. The HR Manager Madison, bound firmly on the desk with her nylon feet propped up.
Sara sat on the edge of the desk, examining Madison’s nylon clad feet. “White polish on your toes? Classy look” Sara commented
“I think we have some things to discuss.....
"I thought you were 'getting a pedicure,' hm?" Sara said as she recalled the phone call they had not long ago.
Maddy panicked “it was Jessica and Katie, they tied Paige and I up and tickled us for hours. I had to lie about the pedicure or they would have never stopped”
The only reason Sara even got here rather quickly was because she lived within five minutes of the workplace, and funny enough she just happened to come now of all times.
"Really?" she said, putting her hands to her hips. "You know, I tried calling you - then I tried texting you I was on my way, but I got no reply. I realized I forgot something at the office and was here to pick it up... but it seems like I'm gonna be picking you up now, aren't I?" she said bemused.
"Speaking of which... what was that you sent me?" she asked, as she got out her phone. She showed her history of text massages and tapped a video that was sent to her. Showing it in front of your face, she revealed that video that Sharon took, where you were laughing up a storm in the seat. 'I LOVE BEING TICKLED' or something along those lines was said.
“They made me say it. I can’t stand being tickled its absolute torture for me. I’m extremely ticklish!” Maddy was scrambling
It was too humiliating, and Sara wasn't letting up with those questions either. She was barraging the poor woman after she'd been through an intense bout of tickle torture.
"Really?" Sara said as she arched her brow, and her lips quivered into a smile. "Didn't look like that in the video... or sound like it in the call."
Suddenly, Maddy felt the woman's fingernails lightly glide along the tops of her sheer nylon-clad feet.
Maddy started to squirm in her chair. She squeezed her eyes shut to do her best blocking out the tickling. She was shocked that a woman in Sara’s professional position would also tickle her while she was completely helpless.
Giggles were already escaping her lips. “Hehehehehahahahaha saahahahaarraaahahehehe nooohehehehehehe”
“Wow Maddy you’re extremely ticklish aren’t you? You can’t even handle it on the tops of your pretty feet.”
"Also - I did a quick sweep of the office. Katie and Jessica are nowhere to be found, as is Ms. Paige. Do you know where they went?”
Sara could see Maddy was 'less than cooperative' in talking, so the mature woman decided to tickle the 27 year-old’s feet as they were helpless, wiggling her fingers in a more ditzy, tickly fashion as they wiggled around with no rhyme or reason on the tops of her toes for now.
"I asked you questions, Madison. Or are you not gonna answer me, hm?" Sara asked. "Oh- what're these?" suddenly, she eyed those two feathers that were left on the desk by Sharon and Karen. Picking them up, she flipped them across and started to poke and prod with the quills, then alternate to the feathery soft bits as she tickled Maddy with those tools.
She began to run them down on both feet, using two feathers on each foot and alternating which foot she tickled, be it the quill ends running down and then the feathery soft parts going up, then swapping to the left foot. Then the right where she repeated this in stokes, and so forth.
"Does that mean your workers AREN'T here, Madison? What happened to our agreement to get them to work during the offices, hm? You KNOW we can't afford this," she said. "And to think I was considering giving you a bonus," sighed Sara.
Maddy was laughing hysterically. She wanted to answer but couldn’t formulate any coherent words. She thrashed against her bonds in a desperate attempt to pull her feet away.
“I’m saahahahaaarrryy.... I caaahahahahahahahahaa.... I caahahahahannnntttthehehwhahaha”
"You can't? Why not? You were talking up a STORM in our call - Oh!" Sara suddenly recalled. "Does that mean I'm NOT invited for pedicures? Oh, you... I'm gonna have a field day with HR about this."
She said this as she continued to tickle poor Maddy's feet, getting faster and faster as she vigorously got the woman giggling and laughing as much as she good. She had no idea Maddy's torture lasted for hours, and didn't realize it hadn't even been ten or fifteen minutes when the last session ended. Now, she was bent on tickle torturing this woman's feet more and more.
How much could Madison take? That was a question that Sara didn't even consider nor care about, since she was just tickling the poor helpless woman's soles with those feathers. Those annoying quills kept poking and scratching the helpless soles through the nylon material, wiggling and prodding along her like a hot poker while the feather frills softly cuddled and teased her soles with kisses of ticklish torment.
“Eeehehehehahaha pleeeaaahheeesseee stahahahappp. Saaahhhaarraahahahah....”
Maddy was an absolute wreck. Her face was covered in running makeup and sweaty strands of of her long brown hair.
"Oh, and don't even get me STARTED on your office, Madison. What kind of shape is this?" she complained. "I see not a SINGLE worker in when they should be - which was your job, hm? Then I come here after a full sweep and find you kicking back and tied up in your lovey dovey tickle session? Huh?" she said aloud.
That said, she stopped tickling Madison... for all of two seconds. What she revealed in her hand next was something that she may not have expected: a feather duster. A wooden handle that came out into a series of small feathers, all of them bushy and dark and burly - as if they were ready to absolutely tickle Madison out of her skin.
"I just picked this up from the open closet. I can't clean up your office, but I hope I can at least clean up your act," she said as she looked at the way that Madison's bright nails were somewhat visible as her toes curled within the nylons.
“Please don’t” Maddy pleaded. “I can’t take it anymore. I’m begging you. You don’t understand how ticklish my feet are”
Sara then descended the hellish feather duster against those nylon feet, brushing them left and right against Maddy's heels as they swiveled and flickered with their feathery ends, teasing and brushing over her soles. It was like a whole army of those fluffy feathers began to tickle her feet!
They brushed and brushed and tickled poor Madison, flickering and brushing her as if they were trying to dust off her feet for good. Sara then swapped the movements - simple as it was - going either left to right across both soles, up and down an entire foot, or even flicking her wrist in different directions. Heck, she even spun the duster around in her hand and kept sweeping it around in a circle.
Spinning and spinning like it was an electric cleaner, she teased Madison's soles as all of those feathers began to plant little adorable kisses on the woman's soles, tickling her as the tiniest of bristles from each individual little feather brushed and sweeped against her sheer nylons - which offered absolutely no protection.
"Not wearing shoes at work - tsk tsk - that's another strike. I'll have to write you up a LOT by the time we're though," Sara said. "Who knows..." she sighed. "I might have to fire you. After all, is a reoccurring theme. You constantly parade around you office in just your stockinged feet."
Maddy entire body flailed. She clenched her toes so tight that they gripped the feather duster, pulling it from Sara’s hand.
"O-ooh," Sara was taken aback at the way she curled her toes and fought back against the feather duster, making it better - or worse - for her. "Maddy, what was it you said? You DON'T like being tickled?" If anything, it seemed like Maddy was having the time of her life with her she laughed and spewed forth helpless giggles.
With that, looking to the right, Sara reached forth on one of the cups on Maddy's desk. She took out a pen that Maddy had left there, stealing it in her hand. She then wiggled the capped pen, wiggling it around as she swung it like a pendulum to tickle the woman's right foot.
"Goochie goochie goo~" teased Sara, surprised at just how absolutely ticklish this woman really was. "Goodness, you really ARE crazy ticklish. I'm wondering what Paige would make to think of this if she was here. I wonder where she went... ah, well," Sara shrugged it off. "I'm sure you know you'll have to do something about this mess."
“Sahahahaarrraheheheh. Stop fucking tickling meeeehehehehe” Maddy yelled through her ongoing laughter.
Sara stopped the tickling and looked up at Maddy, wide-eyed.
She gasped lightly. "Maddy... LANGUAGE," she said aloud.
“Please Sara. Stop tickling my feet.” Maddy was in tears, gasping for air.
Suddenly, she set the pen down and let go of the feather duster, scribbling her fingers over Maddy's nylon feet. She wiggled those fingernails of hers vigorously over he woman's heels and then moved up to the arch. "Huh? What was that?" Sara giggled.
Maddy was mid breath. She was caught off guard and let out a loud snort followed by screaming laughter. Her entire body looked like it was convulsing.
"Sitting behind a computer made me REAL god with these fingers, you know. I can type nearly 100 words per minute, you know?" she said aloud.
“AAHAHAHHEHEHEHEHEHE STAHAHAHAHAPPP I’m going to peeeheheheheheeehehee”
Maddy has lost all control of herself. She felt a sensation in her bladder. She needed Sara to stop immediately.
Unfortunately, Maddy's pleas fell on deaf ears for now as her boss kept tickling her - amazed at just how much this woman was laughing. She probably couldn't even answer the questions that this woman was spewing out of her mouth.
"So, what is it then? You mean to tell me that just by being TICKLED you'll do whatever others say? Hm... no," Sara said aloud. "I bet you really LOVE this don't you? Yes, I'm sure you take advantage of others and force them to tickle you, is that it?"
Those fingers now began to rake their nails across her helpless soles - thankfully not destroyed the fragile material of the sheer nylons, but any more and one could swear that Madison's stockings would give out, that is, if she didn't.
"Tsk, you're a grown woman Maddy. I know you're ticklish, but you can't just be a TICKLISH, laughing, giggly little mess. Look at you, all red, hair a mess - no shoes. You should learn proper business ethics," Sara said demandingly.
Maddy’s body bucked as hard as she could manage. Her screaming laughter echoed throughout the entire office. She’d couldn’t hold it in anymore. She felt the warm liquid against her legs, filling her tights.
It wasn't until she briefly checked on Maddy by looking up and seeing her legs quiver that she finally understood. Sara widened her eyes and gasped, only to finally laugh herself as she witnessed this humorous sight. Sara was wrong to laugh probably, but this just caught her off guard and she couldn't believe it.
She stopped tickling poor Maddy's feet... for now, and walked around the desk to get a better look at this scene. Poor Madison must've been tied up for the better part of her work day, and now her boss of all people had to come in and absolutely tickle her until she peed.
"Oh my, oh my oh my~" Sara said as she put her hands on her hips. "Maddy, not only are you a laughing wreck, but you laughed so hard you peed? Oh, and that chair... and your clothes. Oh, hun," she said in disappointment with her arms shifting to being folded now. She sounded like a truly disappointment boss, though Sara sported a devious grin on her face.
“Please. Leave me alone, I’ll do anything. Maddy said as she tried to catch her breath
"I guess I could take it easy. Maybe I won't have to fill out any paperwork or fire you... buuuuut-" Sara said as she trailed off and took a good look at you. "I hope you're prepared to make amends with me."
The woman then walked over and knelt by Maddy's sides, seeing how the poor woman was such a mess right now. Red-faced, messy-haired, drenched in sweat, clothes ruffled, and now even peed herself. She continued to show no remorse as she poked the woman's ribs, tickling her as she did.
"Sooo, I have a few projects to work on that're holding me back. You wouldn't mind taking the load for me, hm? I want those three projects done in three weeks - including the overseeing of the shipment due in India and the one in Greenland," said the demanding woman.
This was insane - three weeks and all those huge projects were going to take a while. Heck, Maddy should probably either forfeit any chance of personal time or fun for the next few weekends.
"Since your workers also aren't here in the office, I'm going to need you to work longer - AND make sure you're in the office. I'm talking double shifts, maybe trips if need be," she said. "Oh, and you BETTER video call me from now on at the office so I can see you here. Got it?" she said.
“Or maybe a better idea..... I have you come work with me at my home office. I could keep close tabs on those ticklish tootsies of yoirs
Those fingers continued to tickle and tease the helpless woman's sides, then moved them up to her armpits as she tickled her up there in the hollows of her quivering, ticklish pits. Maddy continued to thrash in her seat and giggle constantly. Sara was all the devil that Katie and Jessica could be combined.
It seemed like everyone in Amery International had a bad side to them, but that was probably the case the higher you went up the grapevine. Such a pity that Sara had to catch Maddy while she was trapped; like a predator coming upon caught prey. Poor Maddy was a helpless woman having a giggle fit - a butterfly caught in the spider's web.
Okayyyhehehahaha okaaayhehehehaaa I’ll do ittthehehehahaha” Maddy managed to blurt out.
"Mm, good girl. Also - I'm going to need you on Saturdays straight after work. Weren't we going to get pedicures together? Huh?" Sara asked, maniacally. She kept tickling Maddy nonstop. It wasn't as bad as her feet since they weren't being tickle tortured, but now she was being forced to laugh as her boss was working every inch of her body.
She didn't even give Maddy a rest, but this bitchy bossy lady was now brought to someone that any normal person could feel bad for as she was tickled for hours and robbed of anything she could possibly give to anyone.
“Allllhahahahahaha offf uhuhuhhssssss.... paaiihahahahggeeee, jehehehessss and katieeeheheheheheheheh”
"Good, AND... it'll be coming out of YOUR pay, right?" she asked Maddy, making sure that she was going to be the one to make her and the others benefactors. The names she heard sounded somewhat familiar, but she wouldn't mind hanging out with the other young colleagues in some fun time. Especially since she was curious how they'd REALLY deal with pedicures.
"Go on. Laugh for me you little ticklish girl. Tell me some more secrets, huh? I'm gonna need to know more from you so I know I can trust you," said Sara as she continued to tickle, belittle, and absolutely humiliate Maddy. "After all, what kind of 27 year-old head of this department is a ticklish, pissy mess, huh??"
"Aww, I don't think anyone in the whole WORLD is this ticklish. If anyone found out about this incident, I wonder who'd hire a giggly girl who loves being tickled until she pees. Is that right, Maddy? You LOVE being tickled this much, right?" Sara said mischievously as she looked at the stained nylon tights, knowing they probably saw their last legs today.
"Go on, talk you little ticklish fiend," Sara taunted as she stood and walked around Maddy's chair. She was given a small break for half a minute to catch her breath and talk. Though it wasn't long before Sherry's fingers tickled her again, moving from behind and grabbing her ribs.
She dug in all ten fingers - five on each side - of her ribs, scribbling and poking and prodding and scratching as if her hands tried to map each groove of her ribcage, not afraid to move up and tickle her armpits which were just slightly exposed since her arms were spread out and tied on the arm rests.
Maddy had no time to answer. She let an ear piercing scream. Her upperbody shook and jolted between Sara’s fingers like she was dancing.
"Ahhh hahahaha, aww poor thing - you're like a fish out of water, hm?" Sara said. The mature boss woman who gave this underboss a run for her money slowed down her tickling juuust a bit, stopping and moving again to the side of Maddy.
Maddy could taste the makeup her tears carried down to her lips. She begged and screamed for Sara to stop.
Sara lowered her head until she was eye level with Maddy in her chair, her face right next to hers - so close that her breath could be felt on the moist surface of Maddy's skin - drenched in makeup, tears, and sweat. Sara clearly seemed like a hungry dinosaur eager to hear more - this was just music to her, and the way she saw it, she had quite the mess on her hands to fix up.
“Please. I fucking hate being tickled. I can’t take it anymore. You’ve had your fun now let me go”
"Suuure you hate it," Sara said, just moving her hands back to wiggle and squeeze her hips, tickling her even though she was beside herself in laughter.
"That's TOTALLY why you're smiling and laughing, huh? Because looks to me like you're enjoying it," she said.
"I bet you really love and goad people into tickling you, you little siren. Huh?" she said, as if she was totally entranced and now forced to tickle this woman. Goodness, what was up with this office?? If anything, she was even moving her fingers all over: under the knees, tickling the hips, squeezing those sides, tickling the tummy, wiggling under the armpits.
Maddy gasped for air during a brief break in the action. “I’m telling you. I hate being tickled. I avoid pedicures at all costs. I’ve broken up with boyfriends for it. It truly is torture for me”
Sara completely ignored Madison, using 'guerilla tactics' to tickle Maddy all over, hopping from one spot to the next as she tickled her again and again. "Oh, really?" she muses, hearing this. "You're THAT ticklish? I thought you were an adult. Maddy, Maddy, Maddy... why are you this ticklish~?" she giggled.
Finally, it seemed like a silver lining was happening. Sara stopped, and eased up on the tickling. She stood up and even pulled out some baby wipes she kept on hand given the state of affairs. Holding it out, she began to wipe Maddy's face clean. It smeared her makeup more, but it seemed like Sara was at least offering the SLIGHTEST hint of compassion.
It was probably the most she got all day as she was trying to clean up Madison's face and wipe the streaks of makeup and running mascara off of her, as well as the tears and sweat. That being said, Sara didn't seem keen on doing this for free. Those eyes continued to look at Madison as if she was below her; Sara was pondering to herself as she hummed during this little cleaning.
It was as if she was scheming just a bit more for compliance.
“I don’t know why I’m so ticklish. But there’s nothing I hate more than being tickled.” Maddy said in a sad tone. She was appreciative of Sara’s attempt to clean her up a bit.
"Oookay Maddy. I'll stop tickling you - for now. Although, hm... I'm not sure if I should untie you. Hm?" she said aloud as she looked down at the hopeless mess that was before her. It was such a turn-on for one of the few times in her adult life, and Sara couldn't believe it. Tickling and messing with her underling until she laughed unbecomingly and peed herself? Forcing her to carry the burden and even do some of her work or else she'd be fired??"
"I need some assurance you'll do as I say, Maddy," Sara said as she lowered her head, facing sideways from Madison's. "Go on," she pointed as she lifted a finger and pointed to her own face. Sara was bent down and moved her head closer to Maddy's.
"Gimme a kiss~" she taunted, forcing Maddy to choose between being tied up as a mess and waiting until an even more humiliating situation where she'd be found, or being freed right then and there.
Maddy was caught of guard, but willing to do anything to stop the tickling. She tilted her head forward and locked lips with her boss.
"Mmn~" Sara moaned lightly, taking in the woman's plush lips as she got more than a mack on the lips. Sara took in the time to tilt her head and force her lips against Maddy's. The tongue of hers even slithered through the woman's mouth and they met in each other's mouths.
Ms. Goodwin continued to move her tongue curiously inside the woman's mouth, French kissing her as their tongues intertwined and danced together within each mouth. The woman moaned more and more as she felt ten years younger - remembering crazy times she had when she was more free.
Maddy’s eyes grew as she was shocked by Sara’s aggressiveness.
Sara took in the kiss with passion as she let out a few more moans and breaths, licking and kissing Madison as those lips pressed and lovingly pressed there, letting the kiss go on and on for a few seconds, then half a minute, then a minute, and what seemed like a full few minutes.
"Mmn...hmm...mmm~" she moaned, getting more handsy as Ms. Goodwin twisted and moved her fingers around Maddy to lightly grope and fondle her as those hands moved around her already way-too-sensitive and ticklish body. Moved a hand around her back, then a hand to graze around her bosom lightly.
She continued to kiss for what felt like a passionate few minutes with her eyes closed and those breaths mounting pleasantly. Slowly but surely, Sara would ease up on the kiss and slow down before she finally stopped. Those soft, moist lips parted and Sara moved her head back.
"MMmmmch, broken up with your boyfriends before?" Sara asked again before giving a knowing wink. She reached down onto Maddy's hands and slowly pulled hard on the tie before the knot was pulled on and slowly came undone.
Madison's right arm was loosened from the arm rest, and now she could possibly free herself with a hand freed.
"Mkay, Madison. I'll see you on spa day... oh, but DO get a head start on those projects. Also, if I were you, I'd go home and get cleaned up. You're not a baby anymore, you know," Sara said, rolling her eyes and adding insult to injury on poor Maddy's little incident.
"Toodles~" she said, smirking and turning around to head towards the exit of the office as though nothing happened.
Maddy reached down. She tugged on the bonds but was completely delirious and exhausted. She was having trouble loosening the belts.
“Wait can you help me untie my legs?” She called putting to Sara.
That caused the woman to stop mid-stride and turn around deviously, locking eyes with Madison.
"Oh sure, Madison. How silly of me to forget..." she said, moving towards those trapped ankles bound with a belt on the desk. She moved forwards and once again took her fingers, all ten of them.
Maddy squealed immediately. Her now unbound upperbody wriggled around in her seat.
She moved them and scratched vigorously against Madison's stockinged soles, scratching the nylon fabric as she wiggled and flexed against the toes. "Ooops, my bad - I slipped," she said in a taunting manner. Her fingernail caught a snag and caused a large ladder in Maddy’s tights along her right big toe. The toe was almost completely bare. Sara kneeled down and wrapped her lips around Maddy’s bare toe. Her tongue ran lightly along the bottom of the toe as she sucked lightly.
Maddy was howling with laughter once again. Sara’s warm mouth was a completely knew sensation which brought her to hysterics.
Sara continued to suck and nibble on Maddy’s toes. With her free hands she reached up and started to undo the belts.
Maddy felt the ties start to loosen. The tickling caused her to buck hard against the restraints and start to free herself. She was able to pull her foot hard away from Sara’s mouth. Her left foot was still an issue.
Sara recoiled a little, laughing yet still being mischievous as she looked upon how Maddy fought back with disdain. "Oowww, naughty Maddy. Don't make me schedule an anger management session with you," Sara said as she continued to tickle Maddy's left foot in intervals, trying to avoid the right foot as it kicked in her hand's direction.
Her hand would occasionally zoom down and scribble along the toes, then fly up again, going down to tickle her under the heel, and then away again, only to dart her index finger to scratch the woman's arch, then dodging the angry kicking foot, and so forth.
If anything, this made the 'game' all the more fun for her as she deviously kept up the torture, albeit only slightly now as she watched the woman flail about angrily.
As Maddy kicked her free leg and bucked with every tickle along the bottom of her left foot. She felt herself start to slide to the edge of the chair. She
squeezed the armrests to try and keep herself from ending up on the floor.
“Sahahahaaaaarrrraaa stahahahahappp tickling my feeeheheheheeettttt”
"What was that? Stop?" Sara asked, mocking her as she repeated her begging claims back to her. Sara thought it was absolutely HILARIOUS seeing this woman slip and make a fool of herself in that seat. Sometimes she didn't even need to try and Maddy was absolutely wrecked with some humorous, ticklish quivering and embarrassing situations.
Whenever the right foot tried to cover the left foot, it'd only result in the protecting foot being tickled as she scratched and absolutely flickered her fingertips on the free foot to get it to retract. Something was just way too cute about the helpless ticklish foot trying to protect the other ticklish foot... only to fail for obvious reasons.
"I thought you wanted me to help - go on, pull yourself free Maddy," she joked as she kept up the tickling and wiggled the finger along the woman's foot vigorously.
Maddy pulled backwards so hard on her foot that it caused her body to jump forward and slide on if the chair. She now rolled back and forth, slapping the floor as she screamed with laughter.
"Uh oh, oopsie daisy~" Sara said nonchalantly as the poor woman was reduced to a writhing, helpless, ticklish mess along the floor with literally an even bigger predicament. Her feet were bound up along the desk and being in a reduced elevated position wasn't so helpful. Feeling pitiable, Sara finally undid the bind on her left foot and walked away, laughing and looking at the woman.
"See you on spa day, Maddy~" she said, giggling.
Maddy laid there, drenched in numerous bodily fluids. She gathered her thoughts and did her best to catch her breath. She slid her tights off and walked around the office in just her tanned bare feet, searching for her heels. They were nowhere to be found. The thought of driving home barefoot, or even anyone catching a glimpse of her sensitive bare feet made her feel uneasy. She hopped on the elevator and strolled through the lobby, she feet smacking against the cold marble floors.
“No shoes today Ms. Madison?” The female security guard called out while laughing. Maddy managed to muster a quick smile and scurried on her way to the parking lot. Her mind raced the entire way home. She wished this whole thing would be over, but knew she had to attend the spa day with her coworkers.
