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Model/actress Julia Fox schemes up a way to tie up and tickle all of her famous friends. First visitor to Julia's art gallery? Millie Bobby Brown...
"Come on, Millie, it's just a new art exhibit," Julia coaxed, her eyes glinting with excitement.
"But why so late?" Millie asked, glancing at her watch.
Julia's smile grew wider. "It's a private viewing, just for the VIPs. You'll love it, I promise."
As they entered the dimly lit art gallery, the walls were adorned with abstract paintings that danced with shadows, creating an eerie ambiance. Millie felt a shiver run down her spine as Julia led her through the maze of art installations. They arrived at a room that was starkly different from the rest - it was almost clinical in its minimalism, with a single spotlight shining down on a peculiar object in the center. It was a bondage table, one that held the victims legs apart separately and arms off to the side to allow full access for the user. The device was sleek and intimidating, with leather straps with metal buckles that gleamed in the stark light.
Julia Fox had always been a chameleon in the world of acting and modeling. She'd started young, her exotic looks and unpredictable energy making her a favorite among avant-garde photographers and directors. Her career had been a whirlwind of art house films and avant-garde fashion shows, each more bizarre than the last. Her ability to lose herself in a character was both celebrated and feared, as she often took method acting to extremes that left her colleagues on edge.
In contrast, Millie Bobby Brown had emerged as a prodigious talent, captivating audiences with her nuanced performances in blockbuster television shows and films. Her rise to stardom had been meteoric, thanks to her uncanny ability to convey complex emotions with a single look. Despite her youth, she had quickly become known for her professionalism and maturity on set, a stark contrast to Julia's wild and unpredictable persona.
Julia had been scrolling through Instagram late one night when she stumbled upon a photo of Millie. The image was a simple one, Millie lounging by a pool, her bare feet peeking out from under the hem of her oversized sweatpants. But it was those feet that had Julia transfixed. They were small, a perfect size 6, with a meaty plumpness that called out to Julia's tickling fetish. The arches were deeply wrinkled and broadened to a wide forefoot that gave Millie's soles a very shapely appearance, the toes slightly curled as if perpetually ready to slip into a pair of heels.
Weeks later, their paths had crossed at a Hollywood event, and Julia had been thrilled to find that Millie was just as lovely in person as she was on screen. She had made a point to befriend the young star, all the while biding her time, waiting for the perfect moment to bring her to the gallery. That moment had arrived.
"Will you get on the table so I can take a few photos, Millie?" Julia asked, her voice sweet as honey. She had a way of making even the most outlandish requests sound like the most normal thing in the world.
Millie, slightly unnerved by the table's presence but also intrigued by the artistic vibe of the space, agreed. She climbed onto the cold, metal surface, the leather straps feeling surprisingly soft against her wrists and ankles as Julia secured her into place. The spotlight above her cast a stark glow on her face, making her look more like a statue than a person.
"Now, try to wiggle your way out," Julia said with a wink, her camera at the ready. Millie chuckled nervously and began to tug at the restraints, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and unease. The leather was tight but not painful, and she found that she could move her limbs a few inches in any direction. The thrill of the challenge spurred her on, her mind racing with thoughts of how this could be a fun, spontaneous story to share with her friends later.
Julia snapped a few photos, her eyes never leaving Millie's face. "Perfect," she murmured, her voice a low purr. "But let's make it look more authentic." She leaned in closer, her breath hot on Millie's cheek. "Can you try to look scared and distressed?"
Millie swallowed hard, feeling a twinge of genuine fear, and did her best to mimic the expression Julia requested. The eccentric star of Uncut Gems nodded approvingly before stepping back to admire her work. Millie's heart was racing now, but she told herself it was just a bit of fun, a wild night out with a fellow artist.
Julia's eyes narrowed as she studied the scene. "Almost there," she said to herself. She reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of medical-grade latex gloves with slots at the ends of the fingers for her long, sharp nails to fit through. She snapped them onto her hands with a sharp sound that echoed through the room. Millie's eyes widened at the sight, but she remained still, trusting that this was all part of some avant-garde photoshoot.
"Now, I need you to look like someone just asked if you're ticklish," Julia instructed, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. Millie's heart skipped a beat. Was this where it all went sideways? But she played along, biting her lower lip and widening her eyes, trying to mimic a look of feigned innocence and burgeoning fear. Julia nodded, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.
With the grace of a serpent, Julia slithered closer to the bondage table, her eyes never leaving Millie's. She reached for the laces of Millie's size 6 Nike Air Max sneakers, her fingers lingering on the knots before she began to untie them. The leather creaked softly as she tugged at the laces, the sound seemingly amplified in the quiet space. Millie felt the cool air of the gallery kiss her socked feet as Julia gently pulled back the fabric. The anticipation grew, her mind racing with what might come next.
Julia stepped back and took a few more photos, her camera clicking rhythmically like a metronome. She tilted her head, scrutinizing Millie's bound form with a critical eye. "So, tell me, Millie," she asked casually, as if inquiring about the weather, "are you ticklish?"
Millie felt a jolt of terror shoot through her as Julia's question sank in. "What?" she squeaked, her voice high and tight with panic. "Julia, what's going on?"
Julia just chuckled, her eyes gleaming with a mischief that sent a shiver down Millie's spine. She took a step closer to the bondage table. "Oh, I'm just setting the scene, darling," she said, her voice thick with amusement. "But it seems the artist in me has missed a beat. Your reaction isn't quite... authentic."
Millie's eyes searched the room for an escape, her breathing shallow and rapid. The walls of the art gallery seemed to close in around her, the abstract paintings watching her with their silent, shadowy gazes. "Julia, this isn't funny," she managed to say, her voice trembling.
Julia leaned in closer, her breath warm against Millie's face. "Oh, but it is," she murmured, her smile widening into a grin. "You see, I've had a bit of a... fascination with your feet since I saw that photo on Instagram." She paused, her eyes lingering on the socked toes. "Your small peds are simply... exquisite."
The tension in the room grew thick as Julia reached for Millie's foot, her latex-covered fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her socks. Millie's eyes widened in horror as Julia's thumb began to trace a line from her big toe down to her heel. "You know," she whispered, "I need to hear you say it...now...are...you...ticklish Millie?"
"No!" Millie blurted out, trying to pull her foot away, but the restraint was too tight. The panic in her voice was real now, and Julia's smile grew even more sinister. "Why are you doing this?" she demanded, her voice cracking.
Julia leaned in closer, her nose almost touching Millie's. "Because I can," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with a madness that sent a cold chill through the younger woman's body. "Because I need to feel the power of your squirms, to hear the sweet symphony of your giggles." She paused, her hand hovering just above Millie's exposed foot. "And because... I adore tickling perfect, meaty, size six soles like yours."
"Please," Millie begged, her voice shaking. "Let me go."
Julia ignored her plea, her eyes still gleaming with excitement. "I'll ask again," she said, her voice low and seductive. "Are you ticklish, Millie?"
Millie's breath hitched. "I-I don't know," she lied, trying to keep her voice steady. "I haven't been tickled in a while."
Julia's grin widened. She gently peeled back Millie's socks, revealing her bare, unblemished size six feet. Millie's toes curled instinctively, making her plump wide soles wrinkle, the vulnerability of her exposed soles making her stomach churn. Julia's eyes lit up, like a child in a candy store.
"You see," Julia began, her voice a purr, "I have this... obsession with tickling. And your feet, oh Millie, they're a masterpiece. I've been dreaming of this moment for weeks." She leaned in, her breath hot on Millie's skin. "I'm going to tickle you until you beg me to stop," she whispered. "And I might just keep going..."
Julia brought her hands closer, the latex-covered fingertips hovering just above the plump arch of Millie's foot. "But if you're honest with me, if you tell me how ticklish you are, I might consider letting you go without... indulging in the art form I've been dying to explore."
Millie's eyes searched Julia's, desperation growing with every passing second. "I'm not that ticklish," she lied, her voice trembling.
Julia's smile never wavered. "Good, I just adore breaking the tough ones," she said, her voice a dangerous purr. She took one final step, bringing her face level with Millie's feet. "But I suspect you're just as deliciously ticklish as I've imagined."
Julia extended her long tongue...
To be continued
"Come on, Millie, it's just a new art exhibit," Julia coaxed, her eyes glinting with excitement.
"But why so late?" Millie asked, glancing at her watch.
Julia's smile grew wider. "It's a private viewing, just for the VIPs. You'll love it, I promise."
As they entered the dimly lit art gallery, the walls were adorned with abstract paintings that danced with shadows, creating an eerie ambiance. Millie felt a shiver run down her spine as Julia led her through the maze of art installations. They arrived at a room that was starkly different from the rest - it was almost clinical in its minimalism, with a single spotlight shining down on a peculiar object in the center. It was a bondage table, one that held the victims legs apart separately and arms off to the side to allow full access for the user. The device was sleek and intimidating, with leather straps with metal buckles that gleamed in the stark light.
Julia Fox had always been a chameleon in the world of acting and modeling. She'd started young, her exotic looks and unpredictable energy making her a favorite among avant-garde photographers and directors. Her career had been a whirlwind of art house films and avant-garde fashion shows, each more bizarre than the last. Her ability to lose herself in a character was both celebrated and feared, as she often took method acting to extremes that left her colleagues on edge.
In contrast, Millie Bobby Brown had emerged as a prodigious talent, captivating audiences with her nuanced performances in blockbuster television shows and films. Her rise to stardom had been meteoric, thanks to her uncanny ability to convey complex emotions with a single look. Despite her youth, she had quickly become known for her professionalism and maturity on set, a stark contrast to Julia's wild and unpredictable persona.
Julia had been scrolling through Instagram late one night when she stumbled upon a photo of Millie. The image was a simple one, Millie lounging by a pool, her bare feet peeking out from under the hem of her oversized sweatpants. But it was those feet that had Julia transfixed. They were small, a perfect size 6, with a meaty plumpness that called out to Julia's tickling fetish. The arches were deeply wrinkled and broadened to a wide forefoot that gave Millie's soles a very shapely appearance, the toes slightly curled as if perpetually ready to slip into a pair of heels.
Weeks later, their paths had crossed at a Hollywood event, and Julia had been thrilled to find that Millie was just as lovely in person as she was on screen. She had made a point to befriend the young star, all the while biding her time, waiting for the perfect moment to bring her to the gallery. That moment had arrived.
"Will you get on the table so I can take a few photos, Millie?" Julia asked, her voice sweet as honey. She had a way of making even the most outlandish requests sound like the most normal thing in the world.
Millie, slightly unnerved by the table's presence but also intrigued by the artistic vibe of the space, agreed. She climbed onto the cold, metal surface, the leather straps feeling surprisingly soft against her wrists and ankles as Julia secured her into place. The spotlight above her cast a stark glow on her face, making her look more like a statue than a person.
"Now, try to wiggle your way out," Julia said with a wink, her camera at the ready. Millie chuckled nervously and began to tug at the restraints, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and unease. The leather was tight but not painful, and she found that she could move her limbs a few inches in any direction. The thrill of the challenge spurred her on, her mind racing with thoughts of how this could be a fun, spontaneous story to share with her friends later.
Julia snapped a few photos, her eyes never leaving Millie's face. "Perfect," she murmured, her voice a low purr. "But let's make it look more authentic." She leaned in closer, her breath hot on Millie's cheek. "Can you try to look scared and distressed?"
Millie swallowed hard, feeling a twinge of genuine fear, and did her best to mimic the expression Julia requested. The eccentric star of Uncut Gems nodded approvingly before stepping back to admire her work. Millie's heart was racing now, but she told herself it was just a bit of fun, a wild night out with a fellow artist.
Julia's eyes narrowed as she studied the scene. "Almost there," she said to herself. She reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of medical-grade latex gloves with slots at the ends of the fingers for her long, sharp nails to fit through. She snapped them onto her hands with a sharp sound that echoed through the room. Millie's eyes widened at the sight, but she remained still, trusting that this was all part of some avant-garde photoshoot.
"Now, I need you to look like someone just asked if you're ticklish," Julia instructed, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. Millie's heart skipped a beat. Was this where it all went sideways? But she played along, biting her lower lip and widening her eyes, trying to mimic a look of feigned innocence and burgeoning fear. Julia nodded, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.
With the grace of a serpent, Julia slithered closer to the bondage table, her eyes never leaving Millie's. She reached for the laces of Millie's size 6 Nike Air Max sneakers, her fingers lingering on the knots before she began to untie them. The leather creaked softly as she tugged at the laces, the sound seemingly amplified in the quiet space. Millie felt the cool air of the gallery kiss her socked feet as Julia gently pulled back the fabric. The anticipation grew, her mind racing with what might come next.
Julia stepped back and took a few more photos, her camera clicking rhythmically like a metronome. She tilted her head, scrutinizing Millie's bound form with a critical eye. "So, tell me, Millie," she asked casually, as if inquiring about the weather, "are you ticklish?"
Millie felt a jolt of terror shoot through her as Julia's question sank in. "What?" she squeaked, her voice high and tight with panic. "Julia, what's going on?"
Julia just chuckled, her eyes gleaming with a mischief that sent a shiver down Millie's spine. She took a step closer to the bondage table. "Oh, I'm just setting the scene, darling," she said, her voice thick with amusement. "But it seems the artist in me has missed a beat. Your reaction isn't quite... authentic."
Millie's eyes searched the room for an escape, her breathing shallow and rapid. The walls of the art gallery seemed to close in around her, the abstract paintings watching her with their silent, shadowy gazes. "Julia, this isn't funny," she managed to say, her voice trembling.
Julia leaned in closer, her breath warm against Millie's face. "Oh, but it is," she murmured, her smile widening into a grin. "You see, I've had a bit of a... fascination with your feet since I saw that photo on Instagram." She paused, her eyes lingering on the socked toes. "Your small peds are simply... exquisite."
The tension in the room grew thick as Julia reached for Millie's foot, her latex-covered fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her socks. Millie's eyes widened in horror as Julia's thumb began to trace a line from her big toe down to her heel. "You know," she whispered, "I need to hear you say it...now...are...you...ticklish Millie?"
"No!" Millie blurted out, trying to pull her foot away, but the restraint was too tight. The panic in her voice was real now, and Julia's smile grew even more sinister. "Why are you doing this?" she demanded, her voice cracking.
Julia leaned in closer, her nose almost touching Millie's. "Because I can," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with a madness that sent a cold chill through the younger woman's body. "Because I need to feel the power of your squirms, to hear the sweet symphony of your giggles." She paused, her hand hovering just above Millie's exposed foot. "And because... I adore tickling perfect, meaty, size six soles like yours."
"Please," Millie begged, her voice shaking. "Let me go."
Julia ignored her plea, her eyes still gleaming with excitement. "I'll ask again," she said, her voice low and seductive. "Are you ticklish, Millie?"
Millie's breath hitched. "I-I don't know," she lied, trying to keep her voice steady. "I haven't been tickled in a while."
Julia's grin widened. She gently peeled back Millie's socks, revealing her bare, unblemished size six feet. Millie's toes curled instinctively, making her plump wide soles wrinkle, the vulnerability of her exposed soles making her stomach churn. Julia's eyes lit up, like a child in a candy store.
"You see," Julia began, her voice a purr, "I have this... obsession with tickling. And your feet, oh Millie, they're a masterpiece. I've been dreaming of this moment for weeks." She leaned in, her breath hot on Millie's skin. "I'm going to tickle you until you beg me to stop," she whispered. "And I might just keep going..."
Julia brought her hands closer, the latex-covered fingertips hovering just above the plump arch of Millie's foot. "But if you're honest with me, if you tell me how ticklish you are, I might consider letting you go without... indulging in the art form I've been dying to explore."
Millie's eyes searched Julia's, desperation growing with every passing second. "I'm not that ticklish," she lied, her voice trembling.
Julia's smile never wavered. "Good, I just adore breaking the tough ones," she said, her voice a dangerous purr. She took one final step, bringing her face level with Millie's feet. "But I suspect you're just as deliciously ticklish as I've imagined."
Julia extended her long tongue...
To be continued
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