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It's For Your Own Good
"No--HAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHA PLEASE! HEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAAAA" screamed the blonde.
Stacey Kiebler threw her head back and laughed as her feet were being tickled.
Her torturer ignored her pleas and resumed his scratching of the soles of her bound peds.
She was tied to a chair with her hands tied to the back of her head and secured to the chair as well. The piece of furniture was angled to sit on its back legs so that her long legs could sit on the desk. Her thighs, knees and ankles were tied together as well. A rope was connected to her ankles and tied to the bottom of the desk.
Stacey was wearing a pink tanktop and a black micromini skirt. Her black sandals, that once adorned her feet, now sat in a heap in a corner of the room.
Mr. Mcmahon sat in his office, gleefully tickling his personal assistant's feet.
Vince had not been happy about the earlier events that took place when he'd sent Stacey to fetch Test and order him to fight Randy Orton. Test had agreed to take care of Orton, but not before he took care of Stacey by laying a big wet one on her lips.
And that wasn't the worst part.
The worst part was that she seemed to enjoy the kiss from the younger man and Vince was not happy about this at all.
So, he decided to punish her.
Vince knew that he couldn't and wouldn't hurt his assistant, so he decided to go for something painless, but just as bad as any beating.
He decided to tickle her.
After many of their 'dictation' sessions, Vince had learned that Stacey was quite a ticklish young woman. Too bad for her that Vince had quite a tickling fetish as well as a foot fetish. He would often tickle her to the point where she had forbid him to do so anymore.
Now, he could have his way and punish her at the same time.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA"
Vince was now scraping his letter opener up and down her soft slightly wrinkled soles.
"VINCE!-------HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA VINCE PLEASE HAHAHHAHAHA I I I DON'T EVEN HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA LIKE TEST AHAHAHHAHAHAHA PLEASE STOP! HAHAHAHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHA"
Stacey laughed and cackled. Tears streaming down her beautiful face. She was so caught up in the tickling that she didn't hear the door open and close.
She didn't here the foot steps.
She also didn't see Mr. Mcmahon's smile widen when he saw the other person enter.
Stacey was not aware of another presence in the room until she felt ten sharp fingernails tickling her exposed armpits.
"WHAT?!----NO---NO HAHAHHAHAHAHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHH
HAAHHAHAHAHHAH STOP! AHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAAA"
"So glad you could join me Dawn Marie-------------" said Vince never ceasing his tootsie torture.
"No problem Mr. Mcmahon" Dawn said. "I'd do anything for you--------"
Vince's smile turned to a lecherous grin as he thought of all the possibilities that statement meant.
Dawn Marie leaned down toward's the blonde's ear.
"You see what happens when you betray Mr. Mcmahon?........." she whispered as she tickled.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAH YOU BITCH! HAHAHAHA
I'LL GET HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH YOU FOR THIS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!!"
"Now, now Stacey. It's not nice to call Dawn Marie names......" Vince chided as he sawed the letter opener between Stacey's toes.
"WOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Dawn Marie had abandoned the leggy blonde's armpits and was now tickling her sides through her shirt.
"HEEEEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA"
Stacey was wriggling in her bonds. She prayed that the ropes around her legs would come loose, causing the chair to fall and her to hit her head knocking her unconcious.
But, no such luck.
The tickling continued, only now it was worst than before.
Dawn had slipped her hands underneath Stacey's shirt to get to the tender, ticklish skin underneath. She scratched away at the soft skin, smiling widely as her new arch enemy cackled and begged for mercy.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA"
Mr. Mcmahon, once again using the letter opener on Stacey's soles, indulged in his foot/tickling fetish further by enveloping the blonde's delectable toes, that were polished a dark red, into his mouth.
Stacey's eyes shot open. She would have hit the ceiling of Vince's office had she not been tied down.
"HEEEEEEEEE NONONONONONON VINCE PLEASE!!! STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHHAH
MAKE IT STOP! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAA"
"This is what you get for calling me a bitch--------" said Dawn Marie as she tickled the skin just underneath the waistband of Stacey's skirt.
"VINCE-----HAHAHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA----BABY PLEASE-------HAHAHAHAHA
I'M SORRY----HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHHAHAHA PLEASE PLEASE----- HAHAHAHAHAHAHH STOP IT------HAHAHAHHAHA CAN'T TAKE IT----HEEEEE"
Vince stopped the licking, but continued to scrape the now red soles with the letter opener.
"Oh, did you hear that Dawn? Poor little Stacey can't take the tickling......."
"Too bad----"
"Why can't you take the tickling? What's wrong?"
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA IT'S TORTURE! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA AND------AND HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA"
"And what?" asked Vince.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA----I HAVE TO--HAHAHHAH
HAHAHAHAH PEE! AHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHA PLEASE STOP! HAAHHAHAHAHHA"
"What do you think Dawn? Should we stop?"
"hmm.........I don't think so sir......."
"HHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA----WHAT!??!?!!?----HEEEEEEEYOU BITCH! HAHAHAHA"
"You see that Mr. Mcmahon? Do you see the way she acts? Calling people names. Kissing other men. If you don't set her straight now, who knows what she'll do next...." Explained Dawn as she dug deeply into the ticklish flesh of the blonde's flat stomach.
Vince thought about it for a moment.
"You're right Dawn. I can't have her running around doing anything---or anyone---she wants---------"
"VINCE NO! PLEASE HAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA D-DON'T HAHAHA
LISTEN HAHAHAHAHHAHAH TO HER HAHAHAHAHAHH IT WAS ----HAHAHAHA IT WAS--------------"
"What was what?"
"THE KISS-------HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH----IT WAS---HAHAHHAHAHAHHA HAHA
INNOCENT----HAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHA"
"It didn't look innocent to me----------" he said right before he began to suck on her toes once more.
"HAAAAAAAAAAHEEEEEEEEE*gasp*EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAH*silence*AHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHEOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOAHOAHAOHAOHAOHAOA"
Stacey's face was now as red as her once milky white soles. Her usually immaculate straight blonde hair was no weighed down with sweat and matted to her forehead.
She was a mess.
"STACEY!" Dawn exclaimed as she stopped tickling the blonde and jumped away.
Vince, still licking and scratching, looked over at Dawn Marie to see her standing there with a look of disgust on her face.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH -----I TOLD YOU-----HAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHAH"
Vince stopped tickling all together, much to Stacey's relief.
"What's wrong?"
"She wet the floor Vince............" Dawn said as she pointed to the mess.
Vince leaned over and frowned slightly as he saw the small puddle on the floor.
He then looked up at Dawn, who was now pouting.
"What's wrong now?"
"I can't tickle her anymore-----I'm not standing there in that puddle......."
Vince smiled slightly and sat back in his chair.
"Well, why don't you come over her and have a seat?" he said patting his lap.
Dawn smiled and bounded towards the owner of the WWE, gingerly sitting on his knees.
"Don't worry baby....you can help me tickle her feet......"
Her brown eyes lit up.
"Really?!"
Vince nodded.
"Good-------"
Mr. Mcmahon leaned over towards his intercom and told his other, less attractive secretary who actually did what her title said, to cancel all his meetings for the day.
He had some business to attend to.
"No Vince-----please no------I've learned my lesson, I swear----please-------I'll do anything you want-----just please don't do this-----" she begged tearfully.
Vince and Dawn, not at all moved by the blonde's tears, each took a foot and began to tickle.
Dawn had removed the stilettoed shoe from her right foot and used the heel to tickled the sole of Stacey's left foot.
Vince grabbed a pen off his desk and scribbled lines, letters, and shapes over Stacey's trapped right sole.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHEEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA"
As Vince scribbled with his left hand, he wrapped his right arm around Dawn's waist. He brought his hand underneath her shirt and lightly tickled her sides. He smiled when he heard her giggle, but she didn't push him away.
With Stacey screaming with laughter and Dawn Marie giggling in his arms, Vince was in heaven. Having two beautiful women to tickle, and at the same time no less, made all the headaches that Vince had to suffer from other wrestlers thanks to his job as owner, worth it.
"AHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHEHEHHAHEHAHEHAEHAH VINCE! AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"That's right Stacey! Laugh it up baby! It's for your own good.........."
End.
"No--HAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHA PLEASE! HEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAAAA" screamed the blonde.
Stacey Kiebler threw her head back and laughed as her feet were being tickled.
Her torturer ignored her pleas and resumed his scratching of the soles of her bound peds.
She was tied to a chair with her hands tied to the back of her head and secured to the chair as well. The piece of furniture was angled to sit on its back legs so that her long legs could sit on the desk. Her thighs, knees and ankles were tied together as well. A rope was connected to her ankles and tied to the bottom of the desk.
Stacey was wearing a pink tanktop and a black micromini skirt. Her black sandals, that once adorned her feet, now sat in a heap in a corner of the room.
Mr. Mcmahon sat in his office, gleefully tickling his personal assistant's feet.
Vince had not been happy about the earlier events that took place when he'd sent Stacey to fetch Test and order him to fight Randy Orton. Test had agreed to take care of Orton, but not before he took care of Stacey by laying a big wet one on her lips.
And that wasn't the worst part.
The worst part was that she seemed to enjoy the kiss from the younger man and Vince was not happy about this at all.
So, he decided to punish her.
Vince knew that he couldn't and wouldn't hurt his assistant, so he decided to go for something painless, but just as bad as any beating.
He decided to tickle her.
After many of their 'dictation' sessions, Vince had learned that Stacey was quite a ticklish young woman. Too bad for her that Vince had quite a tickling fetish as well as a foot fetish. He would often tickle her to the point where she had forbid him to do so anymore.
Now, he could have his way and punish her at the same time.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA"
Vince was now scraping his letter opener up and down her soft slightly wrinkled soles.
"VINCE!-------HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA VINCE PLEASE HAHAHHAHAHA I I I DON'T EVEN HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA LIKE TEST AHAHAHHAHAHAHA PLEASE STOP! HAHAHAHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHA"
Stacey laughed and cackled. Tears streaming down her beautiful face. She was so caught up in the tickling that she didn't hear the door open and close.
She didn't here the foot steps.
She also didn't see Mr. Mcmahon's smile widen when he saw the other person enter.
Stacey was not aware of another presence in the room until she felt ten sharp fingernails tickling her exposed armpits.
"WHAT?!----NO---NO HAHAHHAHAHAHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHH
HAAHHAHAHAHHAH STOP! AHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAAA"
"So glad you could join me Dawn Marie-------------" said Vince never ceasing his tootsie torture.
"No problem Mr. Mcmahon" Dawn said. "I'd do anything for you--------"
Vince's smile turned to a lecherous grin as he thought of all the possibilities that statement meant.
Dawn Marie leaned down toward's the blonde's ear.
"You see what happens when you betray Mr. Mcmahon?........." she whispered as she tickled.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAH YOU BITCH! HAHAHAHA
I'LL GET HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH YOU FOR THIS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!!"
"Now, now Stacey. It's not nice to call Dawn Marie names......" Vince chided as he sawed the letter opener between Stacey's toes.
"WOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Dawn Marie had abandoned the leggy blonde's armpits and was now tickling her sides through her shirt.
"HEEEEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA"
Stacey was wriggling in her bonds. She prayed that the ropes around her legs would come loose, causing the chair to fall and her to hit her head knocking her unconcious.
But, no such luck.
The tickling continued, only now it was worst than before.
Dawn had slipped her hands underneath Stacey's shirt to get to the tender, ticklish skin underneath. She scratched away at the soft skin, smiling widely as her new arch enemy cackled and begged for mercy.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA"
Mr. Mcmahon, once again using the letter opener on Stacey's soles, indulged in his foot/tickling fetish further by enveloping the blonde's delectable toes, that were polished a dark red, into his mouth.
Stacey's eyes shot open. She would have hit the ceiling of Vince's office had she not been tied down.
"HEEEEEEEEE NONONONONONON VINCE PLEASE!!! STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHHAH
MAKE IT STOP! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAA"
"This is what you get for calling me a bitch--------" said Dawn Marie as she tickled the skin just underneath the waistband of Stacey's skirt.
"VINCE-----HAHAHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA----BABY PLEASE-------HAHAHAHAHA
I'M SORRY----HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHHAHAHA PLEASE PLEASE----- HAHAHAHAHAHAHH STOP IT------HAHAHAHHAHA CAN'T TAKE IT----HEEEEE"
Vince stopped the licking, but continued to scrape the now red soles with the letter opener.
"Oh, did you hear that Dawn? Poor little Stacey can't take the tickling......."
"Too bad----"
"Why can't you take the tickling? What's wrong?"
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA IT'S TORTURE! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA AND------AND HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA"
"And what?" asked Vince.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA----I HAVE TO--HAHAHHAH
HAHAHAHAH PEE! AHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHA PLEASE STOP! HAAHHAHAHAHHA"
"What do you think Dawn? Should we stop?"
"hmm.........I don't think so sir......."
"HHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA----WHAT!??!?!!?----HEEEEEEEYOU BITCH! HAHAHAHA"
"You see that Mr. Mcmahon? Do you see the way she acts? Calling people names. Kissing other men. If you don't set her straight now, who knows what she'll do next...." Explained Dawn as she dug deeply into the ticklish flesh of the blonde's flat stomach.
Vince thought about it for a moment.
"You're right Dawn. I can't have her running around doing anything---or anyone---she wants---------"
"VINCE NO! PLEASE HAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA D-DON'T HAHAHA
LISTEN HAHAHAHAHHAHAH TO HER HAHAHAHAHAHH IT WAS ----HAHAHAHA IT WAS--------------"
"What was what?"
"THE KISS-------HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH----IT WAS---HAHAHHAHAHAHHA HAHA
INNOCENT----HAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHA"
"It didn't look innocent to me----------" he said right before he began to suck on her toes once more.
"HAAAAAAAAAAHEEEEEEEEE*gasp*EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAH*silence*AHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHEOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOAHOAHAOHAOHAOHAOA"
Stacey's face was now as red as her once milky white soles. Her usually immaculate straight blonde hair was no weighed down with sweat and matted to her forehead.
She was a mess.
"STACEY!" Dawn exclaimed as she stopped tickling the blonde and jumped away.
Vince, still licking and scratching, looked over at Dawn Marie to see her standing there with a look of disgust on her face.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH -----I TOLD YOU-----HAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHAH"
Vince stopped tickling all together, much to Stacey's relief.
"What's wrong?"
"She wet the floor Vince............" Dawn said as she pointed to the mess.
Vince leaned over and frowned slightly as he saw the small puddle on the floor.
He then looked up at Dawn, who was now pouting.
"What's wrong now?"
"I can't tickle her anymore-----I'm not standing there in that puddle......."
Vince smiled slightly and sat back in his chair.
"Well, why don't you come over her and have a seat?" he said patting his lap.
Dawn smiled and bounded towards the owner of the WWE, gingerly sitting on his knees.
"Don't worry baby....you can help me tickle her feet......"
Her brown eyes lit up.
"Really?!"
Vince nodded.
"Good-------"
Mr. Mcmahon leaned over towards his intercom and told his other, less attractive secretary who actually did what her title said, to cancel all his meetings for the day.
He had some business to attend to.
"No Vince-----please no------I've learned my lesson, I swear----please-------I'll do anything you want-----just please don't do this-----" she begged tearfully.
Vince and Dawn, not at all moved by the blonde's tears, each took a foot and began to tickle.
Dawn had removed the stilettoed shoe from her right foot and used the heel to tickled the sole of Stacey's left foot.
Vince grabbed a pen off his desk and scribbled lines, letters, and shapes over Stacey's trapped right sole.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHEEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA"
As Vince scribbled with his left hand, he wrapped his right arm around Dawn's waist. He brought his hand underneath her shirt and lightly tickled her sides. He smiled when he heard her giggle, but she didn't push him away.
With Stacey screaming with laughter and Dawn Marie giggling in his arms, Vince was in heaven. Having two beautiful women to tickle, and at the same time no less, made all the headaches that Vince had to suffer from other wrestlers thanks to his job as owner, worth it.
"AHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHEHEHHAHEHAHEHAEHAH VINCE! AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"That's right Stacey! Laugh it up baby! It's for your own good.........."
End.
