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Millie Bobby Brown is tickled and pleasured intensely by Julia Fox as she's bound to a bondage device similar to tickle abuses "dominator".
Julia's tongue slowly slid over Millie's broad, short sole, tracing the contours of her foot with a wet, deliberate slowness that sent shockwaves through Millie's body. Millie's eyes squeezed shut as she tried to stifle the involuntary giggle that bubbled up from her chest. She hadn't expected this, hadn't been prepared for the sudden turn of events. "Julia, stop," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.
Julia pulled back, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and satisfaction. "Why?" she asked, her voice a low, seductive purr. "Is my artwork not to your liking?" She hovered her gloved hand just above Millie's other foot, the tips of her nails dancing in the air.
"Julia, please," Millie begged, her voice thick with desperation. "I'll tell you, I'm really ticklish, okay?"
Julia's grin grew wider, her eyes dark with excitement. "Ah, there we go," she murmured. "But I already knew that, didn't I?" She stepped back, her gaze lingering on Millie's exposed feet before she turned away to a nearby table. She picked up a feather, long and black, the kind you'd expect to see in a burlesque show. "Now, where shall we begin?"
Millie took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. "Julia, please, just let me go," she begged again, her voice trembling.
Julia turned back to her, the feather in her hand dancing through the air like a hypnotist's pendulum. "I'll tell you what, Millie," she said, her voice still sweet and coaxing. "If you tell me some juicy stories about past tickling adventures, I'll stick to just these feathers. And if you make it good," she added, her voice dropping to a whisper, "I might even consider letting you go after just one round."
Millie's eyes flicked to the projection screen on the wall behind Julia. The digits '5:00' blinked ominously, counting down from five minutes. She gulped. "Okay," she managed to say. "I've had some... experiences."
Julia's eyes lit up. "Do tell," she said, her voice thick with anticipation. She leaned in, the feather poised over Millie's arch. "But remember," she warned, "I can always start with something more... intense if your stories don't quite satisfy my curiosity."
Julia began lightly wafting the feather over Millie's wrinkled arch, the soft, tickling touch sending shivers up her leg. Millie's eyes snapped open, her breath hitching as she felt the feather dance across her sensitive skin. She began to squirm, trying to pull away, but the restraint held firm. "Okay, okay," she gasped, "just don't use your nails, please."
Julia leaned in closer, her breath hot against Millie's cheek. "Tell me about your last pedicure," she demanded, her voice low and insistent. "How did it feel when they scrubbed your soles?"
Millie's face contorted with the effort of not laughing. "It was...it was nice," she managed to get out, her voice strained. The feather continued to tickle her foot, the sensation driving her closer to the edge of hysterics.
Julia's smile grew more sinister. "Nice?" she echoed. "That's not the word I was expecting." She leaned in closer, her breath warm against Millie's neck. "How about 'torturous'? Didn't they tickle you? Didn't you just want to kick them away?"
Millie's eyes watered with the effort of holding back her laughter. "No, it was...it was relaxing," she choked out.
Julia's smile grew darker. "Relaxing," she mused, stroking her chin with her free hand. "How utterly disappointing." She stepped back to the table and picked up a small pumice stone and a bottle of essential oil. "Let me see if I can jog your memory," she said, her voice a threatening purr.
Millie looked like she'd seen a ghost, her eyes wide with horror as Julia approached with the new instruments of tickling torment. The stone glinted in the spotlight, a stark reminder of the harsh reality of the situation. "Julia," she whispered, her voice trembling, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie."
Julia just tapped the stone against her black latex glove covered palm, the sound echoing through the room like a taunt. "Don't worry, Millie," she said, her voice still sweet, "I'll help you remember." She leaned over, the oil poised to drench Millie's vulnerable foot, her eyes never leaving the younger woman's face. Julia reset the five minute timer for her new tickle tool and kneeled down by Millies trapped feet.
As the cold liquid made contact with Millie's skin, she gasped, her body jolting with the sudden change in temperature. Julia's grin grew even wider as she began to rub the stone in small, firm circles over her soft, pink heels. "Now," she said, her voice a coaxing whisper, "tell me about that pedicure again."
Millie's eyes squeezed shut as she felt the roughness of the stone scrape over her sensitive skin, sending waves of tickles up her leg. She couldn't help but let out a muffled giggle. "Okay, okay," she said, her voice strained, "it was...it was a bit ticklish."
Julia's smile grew wider, her eyes gleaming with victory. "A bit?" she repeated, her voice a mocking sing-song. "Come on, Millie, I know it was more than a bit." She increased the pressure, moving the stone to the arch of Millie's foot. The sound of the stone scraping against her oiled skin filled the room, mingling with Millie's growing giggles.
"It was...it was really ticklish, Julia! It was so sensitive, I couldn't take it!" Her face was flushed, her eyes squeezed shut as she writhed in the restraint, trying to escape the unrelenting assault on her feet.
Julia smiled at the admission, a wicked glint in her eye. She knew she had hit the jackpot with Millie's size sixes. They were more than just a 'bit' ticklish - they were a playground of sensitivity that she couldn't wait to explore. She continued her ministrations with the pumice stone, moving it from the arch to the ball of Millie's foot, her laughter growing more intense with every pass.
"Is that your sweet spot, Millie?" she taunted, her voice a low murmur. "Is that where you just can't handle the tickle?"
Millie's body tensed, her eyes screwed shut, as Julia's oiled stone danced over the ball of her foot. She felt the urge to laugh, to kick, to do anything to get away from the relentless sensation, but she remained still, held in place by the leather restraint around her ankle and Julia's free hand holding her foot still. "Julia, please," she begged, her voice high-pitched and desperate.
Julia looked up from her work, her eyes gleaming with delight. "Please what?" she asked innocently, her hand pausing for just a moment.
Millie's breath hitched, her heart racing. "Please...go back to the feather," she gasped out between giggles.
Julia leaned back, the pumice stone still in her hand. "Why, Millie?" she teased, her voice a soft, singsong taunt. "Do you not enjoy the sensation of this stone?"
Millie's eyes snapped open, her face a mask of desperation. "Julia, I swear, if you don't use the feather again, I'll tell the world about your little... obsession!" she threatened, her voice shaking with a mix of laughter and fear.
Julia's hand paused mid-air, the pumice stone hovering above Millie's foot. She stared at her for a long moment, her smile frozen in place before it slowly slid off her face, replaced by a cold, hard stare. Millie's heart sank as she realized she might have just made a terrible mistake. Julia's eyes narrowed, the playfulness gone from her gaze.
Without a word, Julia straightened and strode out of the room, leaving Millie alone with the echoes of the sound of her own racing heart. The seconds stretched out like hours as Millie lay there, bound and exposed, her breath shallow and ragged. The cold metal of the bondage table was a stark contrast to the heat of her body, her skin slick with a combination of sweat and the essential oil Julia had used.
Julia returned, her steps loud on the polished concrete floor. She held a black ball gag, a blindfold, and sound-proof earmuffs, all looking like they had been plucked from a nightmare. The sight of them sent a new wave of panic through Millie. "Julia," she called out, her voice shaking. "What are you doing?"
Julia's eyes were like ice chips. "Threatening to expose me, Millie?" She clucked her tongue. "That's not the kind of art I appreciate." She moved swiftly, securing the gag over Millie's mouth, effectively silencing any protests. The earmuffs came next, muffling the sound of her own breathing. "You see," she began, her voice cold as the steel of the restraints, "my art, my passion, is sacred."
The blindfold followed, cutting off Millie's sight completely. She felt Julia's hands on her, cold and impersonal, as the fabric was tightened until the world was a void of darkness. Her heart hammered against her ribs, the only light in the room coming from the spotlight above, which now felt like a glaring interrogation lamp.
Julia took a moment to appreciate her handiwork, her eyes lingering on Millie's bound form. She took a deep breath, savoring the moment before she continued her twisted masterpiece. "Now," she said, her voice played through a speaker inside Millies earmuffs, making sure Julia's voice was all she could hear. With a cold whisper, "you can't see, hear, or say a thing. You will now feel only tickles."
Julia's hand shot out, grabbing Millie's left foot by the toes, her fingers wrapping around the five delicate digits. Millie's body jerked, but the restraints held firm. Julia held the young actors toes back, her eyes gleaming as she positioned a hairbrush over the plump, exposed sole. "Let's see how much you can handle, shall we?" she murmured as she started the five minute timer.
With a flick of her wrist, Julia brought the bristles down onto the tender skin of Millie's foot, moving in swift, deliberate strokes that covered every inch of her sole. Millie's muffled screams filled the room, the brush's bristles against her skin were a symphony of torture. Julia watched with a sadistic glee as the young star's body writhed and bucked against the unforgiving leather.
The sound of her own breath, amplified by the earmuffs, was the only thing Millie could hear over the relentless tickling. She squirmed and kicked, her body betraying her with every giggle and muffled squeal. The ball gag prevented any coherent protest, leaving her with only the desperate, muffled sounds of "MMMMMMFFF!" that echoed through the chamber.
Julia watched her with a detached fascination, her strokes with the hairbrush growing more vigorous as the seconds ticked away. "You know," she whispered, her voice a dark caress in Millie's cocoon of sound, "I've studied the art of tickling for years. There's a whole world of sensation you've never even dreamed of."
Her words were punctuated by the sharp intakes of breath that escaped from around the gag as she continued her relentless assault. Millie's body was a canvas of shivering muscles, her toes curling and uncurling in a silent dance of agony and pleasure. The timer beeped, signaling the end of the five minutes.
Julia stepped back, her breath coming in quick, shallow pants. She took a moment to admire her handiwork before speaking again, her voice now a low, throaty chuckle. "You're even more delightful than I could have hoped, Millie," she said, her eyes gleaming with a newfound excitement. "But I'm afraid the night is still young, and my art has just begun."
With a flourish, she produced a pair of safety shears from her bag, the metallic glint of the blade catching the light from the spotlight above. Millie's eyes widened in horror, but she could do nothing to stop her as Julia approached the table, the sound of the scissors snapping open and closed like a deadly promise.
Julia began to cut away at the thick fabric of Millie's jeans with a surprising precision, the shears slicing through the denim as if it were butter. Millie felt a strange mix of fear and relief as the material gave way, revealing her bare legs. The cool air of the gallery was a stark contrast to the heat of her skin.
Her underwear followed, the delicate fabric offering no resistance to Julia's sharp tools. Millie's eyes watered behind the blindfold, the reality of her situation sinking in as she felt the cold metal of the scissors graze against her bare flesh. Julia's touch grew more personal, more intimate as she revealed Millie's almost entirely waxed pussy. The sight of the small landing strip of hair was like a secret treasure to Julia, a detail she hadn't been expecting but found utterly tantalizing.
Julia couldn't resist the urge to touch the smooth, hairless skin surrounding it, her latex-covered fingertips tracing the outline of Millie's delicate folds. She felt a shiver run through the young star's body, the combination of fear and arousal palpable in the air. "Such a pretty pussy," she murmured, her voice thick with desire.
The sound of the shears slicing through fabric filled the room again as Julia moved up to Millie's torso. She sheared off her blouse with the same precision she had used on her jeans, the fabric fluttering to the ground. Millie rarely wore a bra over her small B cup breasts that were now exposed, her nipples dark and small, tight with anticipation and fear. Julia's eyes raked over her, a predator sizing up her prey.
Julia's voice, a seductive purr, filled Millie's ears through the microphone in the earmuffs. "You're absolutely stunning, Millie," she whispered. "Such a gorgeous body, all for me to explore." The words sent a shiver down Millie's spine, the mix of flattery and threat leaving her feeling more vulnerable than ever. Despite her fear, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of pleasure at the words, a strange thrill coursing through her at being so thoroughly dominated by the woman she had once admired from afar.
Julia returned to sitting between Millie's spread legs, her latex-covered hands gliding over the smooth skin of her inner thighs. She took a moment to appreciate the view before her - the soft mound of Millie's sex, the delicate folds that guarded her most intimate secrets. "I think it's time to add a new dimension to our little art project," Julia mused, her tone taking on a darker, more sinister edge.
Without warning, Julia leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste the sweetness of Millie's pussy. Millie's body jerked in response, a muffled scream escaping the confines of the ball gag. Julia's tongue was a whirlwind of sensation, moving with a rhythmic precision that sent waves of pleasure crashing through the younger woman's body. She lapped at her clit, teasing it with gentle strokes that had Millie squirming against her restraints.
Julia's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched Millie's body respond to her ministrations. Her tongue grew bolder, delving deeper, curving up at the end to explore the inner recesses of her friend's most intimate space. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and fear that made Millie's toes curl and her hips buck.
Millie's thoughts were a tumultuous storm, a whirlwind of disbelief and arousal. How could this be happening? Her mind reeled with the reality of her situation, but the feel of Julia's mouth on her was a relief from the unbearable tickling.
Julia felt the beginnings of Millie's orgasm building, her tongue dancing around the sensitive bud of her clit, feeling it swell beneath her touch. She knew that with each climax, the young star's body would become more receptive to the tickling, more sensitive to her every whim. It was a delicious thought, one that made her own clit throb with excitement.
As Millie's body tensed, Julia pulled away, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Not so fast, darling," she purred, her voice a dark whisper in the quiet room. She reached into her bag again, this time pulling out a large wand vibrator, flicking the toy on and off a few times, the buzz of its motor a sinister counterpoint to the muffled sounds of Millie's desperation.
Julia's hand hovered over Millie's exposed pussy, the vibrator's head thrumming with power. "I want to see those beautiful eyes roll back in your head," she said, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "But first, I think we need to adjust your position." With surprising strength, she lifted Millie's hips and slid a wedge-shaped pillow under her, angling her pelvis upwards.
The room grew eerily quiet as Julia reached into her bag once more, the sound of fabric shifting ominously. Millie's heart raced, her imagination conjuring up the most depraved tickling devices. Instead, Julia pulled out a strap-on dildo, the latex cock standing proud and menacing in the spotlight.
Julia's eyes met Millie's, her smile wicked. "It's time to take this to the next level," she said, her voice thick with anticipation. She stepped out of her own clothes, revealing a sleek black harness that hugged her curves. The dildo looked almost comically large next to her slender frame, but there was nothing funny about the hunger in her gaze.
With a grace that belied the situation, Julia strapped the dildo into place, the leather of the harness molding to her body like a second skin. She approached the tickling table, her hips swaying with a predatory confidence. Millie felt a bubble of dread rise in her chest as she realized what was coming next.
Julia leaned in, her breath hot against Millie's ear as she whispered, "I'm going to fuck you so hard Millie." Millie's body tensed, the anticipation of the impending invasion mixing with the lingering effects of the tickling. She could feel her pussy clench around nothing, desperately trying to brace itself for the intrusion it knew was coming.
With a swift, decisive movement, Julia pushed the dildo into Millie's wetness. Millie's muffled cry filled the room, her body arching off the table. Julia held her with a firm hand on her hip, her fingers digging into the soft flesh. "You're going to take this," she murmured, "and you're going to love it."
Inch by inch, the thick latex cock filled Millie, stretching her tight pussy to its limits. The initial pain gave way to a deep, pulsing ache that grew with each slow thrust. Millie's body was a battleground of sensation - the agony of the gag and restraints, the bliss of Julia's skilled tongue, and now the fullness of the dildo claiming her. She was lost in a whirlwind of sensation, unable to process the depraved artistry unfolding before her.
Julia watched with rapt fascination as Millie's body writhed under her, the dildo's nubs emerging and retreating in a tantalizing rhythm. She could feel the younger woman's muscles clench around her, the involuntary spasms a testament to her overwhelming need. Her own arousal grew with every twitch and moan, her clit pulsing in time with the beat of the dildo's motor.
With a devious smile, Julia reached down and pressed the wand vibrator against Millie's clit, the powerful vibrations making her jolt. The muffled screams grew louder, the gag doing little to stifle the sounds of pleasure that escaped her lips. She began to thrust faster, the slick sound of the latex cock filling the room, punctuated by the high-pitched whine of the vibrator.
Julia's own breath grew ragged as she watched the show unfolding before her. The way Millie's body responded to the dual sensations was a masterpiece, a symphony of desire and desperation that played out in every line of her bound form. She knew she had her young friend right where she wanted her - at the precipice of indescribable pleasure, a canvas for her twisted art.
With the vibrator still pressed firmly to Millie's clit, Julia reached up and unbuckled the gag. "Scream for me," she ordered, her voice a dark purr. "Let the whole world hear how much you love this."
The ball popped out of Millie's mouth, and she gulped in a deep breath before a keening wail of pleasure filled the room. The sound was like music to Julia's ears, a sweet symphony of desire that only grew louder as she thrust faster. Millie's eyes rolled back, and her body began to shake uncontrollably as the orgasm crashed through her. Julia felt the younger woman's muscles contract around the dildo.
The sight of Millie's squirt sent a jolt of arousal through Julia. She watched with rapt fascination as a gush of liquid sprayed from her, soaking the dildo and the floor beneath the bondage table. The scent of sex and arousal filled the room, a heady aphrodisiac that only served to drive Julia's own lust higher. She had never seen anything so beautiful, so powerful.
Julia leaned in closer, her eyes locked on the pulsating cock that was buried inside her friend. "You're such a good little slut, aren't you?" she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "So eager to please, so eager to be filled." She began to move the dildo in and out of Millie at a slower pace, savoring the feeling of her tight pussy clamping down around the latex. Each movement sent a fresh wave of pleasure through her own body, her own orgasm building.
Millie's eyes snapped open, her pupils dilated with need. "H-harder," she managed to gasp, her voice hoarse from the screams.
Julia's smile grew feral as she complied, her hips slamming into Millie's with a force that made the table shake. The dildo's every movement sent a new shockwave of pleasure through her, each thrust hitting her g-spot with unerring precision. Millie's eyes rolled back, and she could only focus on the feeling of fullness, the delicious pressure that built with every stroke.
The vibrator was a constant companion, never leaving her clit as Julia fucked her mercilessly. Millie's cries grew louder, filling the room with a cacophony of pleasure that seemed to echo off the walls. She could feel her second orgasm building, a tsunami of sensation that threatened to drown her.
Julia leaned in, her breath hot against Millie's neck. "I'm going to tickle you again after this," she whispered, her voice thick with lust. "And this time, you won't be able to move...one...single...inch..."
To be continued
Julia's tongue slowly slid over Millie's broad, short sole, tracing the contours of her foot with a wet, deliberate slowness that sent shockwaves through Millie's body. Millie's eyes squeezed shut as she tried to stifle the involuntary giggle that bubbled up from her chest. She hadn't expected this, hadn't been prepared for the sudden turn of events. "Julia, stop," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.
Julia pulled back, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and satisfaction. "Why?" she asked, her voice a low, seductive purr. "Is my artwork not to your liking?" She hovered her gloved hand just above Millie's other foot, the tips of her nails dancing in the air.
"Julia, please," Millie begged, her voice thick with desperation. "I'll tell you, I'm really ticklish, okay?"
Julia's grin grew wider, her eyes dark with excitement. "Ah, there we go," she murmured. "But I already knew that, didn't I?" She stepped back, her gaze lingering on Millie's exposed feet before she turned away to a nearby table. She picked up a feather, long and black, the kind you'd expect to see in a burlesque show. "Now, where shall we begin?"
Millie took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. "Julia, please, just let me go," she begged again, her voice trembling.
Julia turned back to her, the feather in her hand dancing through the air like a hypnotist's pendulum. "I'll tell you what, Millie," she said, her voice still sweet and coaxing. "If you tell me some juicy stories about past tickling adventures, I'll stick to just these feathers. And if you make it good," she added, her voice dropping to a whisper, "I might even consider letting you go after just one round."
Millie's eyes flicked to the projection screen on the wall behind Julia. The digits '5:00' blinked ominously, counting down from five minutes. She gulped. "Okay," she managed to say. "I've had some... experiences."
Julia's eyes lit up. "Do tell," she said, her voice thick with anticipation. She leaned in, the feather poised over Millie's arch. "But remember," she warned, "I can always start with something more... intense if your stories don't quite satisfy my curiosity."
Julia began lightly wafting the feather over Millie's wrinkled arch, the soft, tickling touch sending shivers up her leg. Millie's eyes snapped open, her breath hitching as she felt the feather dance across her sensitive skin. She began to squirm, trying to pull away, but the restraint held firm. "Okay, okay," she gasped, "just don't use your nails, please."
Julia leaned in closer, her breath hot against Millie's cheek. "Tell me about your last pedicure," she demanded, her voice low and insistent. "How did it feel when they scrubbed your soles?"
Millie's face contorted with the effort of not laughing. "It was...it was nice," she managed to get out, her voice strained. The feather continued to tickle her foot, the sensation driving her closer to the edge of hysterics.
Julia's smile grew more sinister. "Nice?" she echoed. "That's not the word I was expecting." She leaned in closer, her breath warm against Millie's neck. "How about 'torturous'? Didn't they tickle you? Didn't you just want to kick them away?"
Millie's eyes watered with the effort of holding back her laughter. "No, it was...it was relaxing," she choked out.
Julia's smile grew darker. "Relaxing," she mused, stroking her chin with her free hand. "How utterly disappointing." She stepped back to the table and picked up a small pumice stone and a bottle of essential oil. "Let me see if I can jog your memory," she said, her voice a threatening purr.
Millie looked like she'd seen a ghost, her eyes wide with horror as Julia approached with the new instruments of tickling torment. The stone glinted in the spotlight, a stark reminder of the harsh reality of the situation. "Julia," she whispered, her voice trembling, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie."
Julia just tapped the stone against her black latex glove covered palm, the sound echoing through the room like a taunt. "Don't worry, Millie," she said, her voice still sweet, "I'll help you remember." She leaned over, the oil poised to drench Millie's vulnerable foot, her eyes never leaving the younger woman's face. Julia reset the five minute timer for her new tickle tool and kneeled down by Millies trapped feet.
As the cold liquid made contact with Millie's skin, she gasped, her body jolting with the sudden change in temperature. Julia's grin grew even wider as she began to rub the stone in small, firm circles over her soft, pink heels. "Now," she said, her voice a coaxing whisper, "tell me about that pedicure again."
Millie's eyes squeezed shut as she felt the roughness of the stone scrape over her sensitive skin, sending waves of tickles up her leg. She couldn't help but let out a muffled giggle. "Okay, okay," she said, her voice strained, "it was...it was a bit ticklish."
Julia's smile grew wider, her eyes gleaming with victory. "A bit?" she repeated, her voice a mocking sing-song. "Come on, Millie, I know it was more than a bit." She increased the pressure, moving the stone to the arch of Millie's foot. The sound of the stone scraping against her oiled skin filled the room, mingling with Millie's growing giggles.
"It was...it was really ticklish, Julia! It was so sensitive, I couldn't take it!" Her face was flushed, her eyes squeezed shut as she writhed in the restraint, trying to escape the unrelenting assault on her feet.
Julia smiled at the admission, a wicked glint in her eye. She knew she had hit the jackpot with Millie's size sixes. They were more than just a 'bit' ticklish - they were a playground of sensitivity that she couldn't wait to explore. She continued her ministrations with the pumice stone, moving it from the arch to the ball of Millie's foot, her laughter growing more intense with every pass.
"Is that your sweet spot, Millie?" she taunted, her voice a low murmur. "Is that where you just can't handle the tickle?"
Millie's body tensed, her eyes screwed shut, as Julia's oiled stone danced over the ball of her foot. She felt the urge to laugh, to kick, to do anything to get away from the relentless sensation, but she remained still, held in place by the leather restraint around her ankle and Julia's free hand holding her foot still. "Julia, please," she begged, her voice high-pitched and desperate.
Julia looked up from her work, her eyes gleaming with delight. "Please what?" she asked innocently, her hand pausing for just a moment.
Millie's breath hitched, her heart racing. "Please...go back to the feather," she gasped out between giggles.
Julia leaned back, the pumice stone still in her hand. "Why, Millie?" she teased, her voice a soft, singsong taunt. "Do you not enjoy the sensation of this stone?"
Millie's eyes snapped open, her face a mask of desperation. "Julia, I swear, if you don't use the feather again, I'll tell the world about your little... obsession!" she threatened, her voice shaking with a mix of laughter and fear.
Julia's hand paused mid-air, the pumice stone hovering above Millie's foot. She stared at her for a long moment, her smile frozen in place before it slowly slid off her face, replaced by a cold, hard stare. Millie's heart sank as she realized she might have just made a terrible mistake. Julia's eyes narrowed, the playfulness gone from her gaze.
Without a word, Julia straightened and strode out of the room, leaving Millie alone with the echoes of the sound of her own racing heart. The seconds stretched out like hours as Millie lay there, bound and exposed, her breath shallow and ragged. The cold metal of the bondage table was a stark contrast to the heat of her body, her skin slick with a combination of sweat and the essential oil Julia had used.
Julia returned, her steps loud on the polished concrete floor. She held a black ball gag, a blindfold, and sound-proof earmuffs, all looking like they had been plucked from a nightmare. The sight of them sent a new wave of panic through Millie. "Julia," she called out, her voice shaking. "What are you doing?"
Julia's eyes were like ice chips. "Threatening to expose me, Millie?" She clucked her tongue. "That's not the kind of art I appreciate." She moved swiftly, securing the gag over Millie's mouth, effectively silencing any protests. The earmuffs came next, muffling the sound of her own breathing. "You see," she began, her voice cold as the steel of the restraints, "my art, my passion, is sacred."
The blindfold followed, cutting off Millie's sight completely. She felt Julia's hands on her, cold and impersonal, as the fabric was tightened until the world was a void of darkness. Her heart hammered against her ribs, the only light in the room coming from the spotlight above, which now felt like a glaring interrogation lamp.
Julia took a moment to appreciate her handiwork, her eyes lingering on Millie's bound form. She took a deep breath, savoring the moment before she continued her twisted masterpiece. "Now," she said, her voice played through a speaker inside Millies earmuffs, making sure Julia's voice was all she could hear. With a cold whisper, "you can't see, hear, or say a thing. You will now feel only tickles."
Julia's hand shot out, grabbing Millie's left foot by the toes, her fingers wrapping around the five delicate digits. Millie's body jerked, but the restraints held firm. Julia held the young actors toes back, her eyes gleaming as she positioned a hairbrush over the plump, exposed sole. "Let's see how much you can handle, shall we?" she murmured as she started the five minute timer.
With a flick of her wrist, Julia brought the bristles down onto the tender skin of Millie's foot, moving in swift, deliberate strokes that covered every inch of her sole. Millie's muffled screams filled the room, the brush's bristles against her skin were a symphony of torture. Julia watched with a sadistic glee as the young star's body writhed and bucked against the unforgiving leather.
The sound of her own breath, amplified by the earmuffs, was the only thing Millie could hear over the relentless tickling. She squirmed and kicked, her body betraying her with every giggle and muffled squeal. The ball gag prevented any coherent protest, leaving her with only the desperate, muffled sounds of "MMMMMMFFF!" that echoed through the chamber.
Julia watched her with a detached fascination, her strokes with the hairbrush growing more vigorous as the seconds ticked away. "You know," she whispered, her voice a dark caress in Millie's cocoon of sound, "I've studied the art of tickling for years. There's a whole world of sensation you've never even dreamed of."
Her words were punctuated by the sharp intakes of breath that escaped from around the gag as she continued her relentless assault. Millie's body was a canvas of shivering muscles, her toes curling and uncurling in a silent dance of agony and pleasure. The timer beeped, signaling the end of the five minutes.
Julia stepped back, her breath coming in quick, shallow pants. She took a moment to admire her handiwork before speaking again, her voice now a low, throaty chuckle. "You're even more delightful than I could have hoped, Millie," she said, her eyes gleaming with a newfound excitement. "But I'm afraid the night is still young, and my art has just begun."
With a flourish, she produced a pair of safety shears from her bag, the metallic glint of the blade catching the light from the spotlight above. Millie's eyes widened in horror, but she could do nothing to stop her as Julia approached the table, the sound of the scissors snapping open and closed like a deadly promise.
Julia began to cut away at the thick fabric of Millie's jeans with a surprising precision, the shears slicing through the denim as if it were butter. Millie felt a strange mix of fear and relief as the material gave way, revealing her bare legs. The cool air of the gallery was a stark contrast to the heat of her skin.
Her underwear followed, the delicate fabric offering no resistance to Julia's sharp tools. Millie's eyes watered behind the blindfold, the reality of her situation sinking in as she felt the cold metal of the scissors graze against her bare flesh. Julia's touch grew more personal, more intimate as she revealed Millie's almost entirely waxed pussy. The sight of the small landing strip of hair was like a secret treasure to Julia, a detail she hadn't been expecting but found utterly tantalizing.
Julia couldn't resist the urge to touch the smooth, hairless skin surrounding it, her latex-covered fingertips tracing the outline of Millie's delicate folds. She felt a shiver run through the young star's body, the combination of fear and arousal palpable in the air. "Such a pretty pussy," she murmured, her voice thick with desire.
The sound of the shears slicing through fabric filled the room again as Julia moved up to Millie's torso. She sheared off her blouse with the same precision she had used on her jeans, the fabric fluttering to the ground. Millie rarely wore a bra over her small B cup breasts that were now exposed, her nipples dark and small, tight with anticipation and fear. Julia's eyes raked over her, a predator sizing up her prey.
Julia's voice, a seductive purr, filled Millie's ears through the microphone in the earmuffs. "You're absolutely stunning, Millie," she whispered. "Such a gorgeous body, all for me to explore." The words sent a shiver down Millie's spine, the mix of flattery and threat leaving her feeling more vulnerable than ever. Despite her fear, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of pleasure at the words, a strange thrill coursing through her at being so thoroughly dominated by the woman she had once admired from afar.
Julia returned to sitting between Millie's spread legs, her latex-covered hands gliding over the smooth skin of her inner thighs. She took a moment to appreciate the view before her - the soft mound of Millie's sex, the delicate folds that guarded her most intimate secrets. "I think it's time to add a new dimension to our little art project," Julia mused, her tone taking on a darker, more sinister edge.
Without warning, Julia leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste the sweetness of Millie's pussy. Millie's body jerked in response, a muffled scream escaping the confines of the ball gag. Julia's tongue was a whirlwind of sensation, moving with a rhythmic precision that sent waves of pleasure crashing through the younger woman's body. She lapped at her clit, teasing it with gentle strokes that had Millie squirming against her restraints.
Julia's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched Millie's body respond to her ministrations. Her tongue grew bolder, delving deeper, curving up at the end to explore the inner recesses of her friend's most intimate space. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and fear that made Millie's toes curl and her hips buck.
Millie's thoughts were a tumultuous storm, a whirlwind of disbelief and arousal. How could this be happening? Her mind reeled with the reality of her situation, but the feel of Julia's mouth on her was a relief from the unbearable tickling.
Julia felt the beginnings of Millie's orgasm building, her tongue dancing around the sensitive bud of her clit, feeling it swell beneath her touch. She knew that with each climax, the young star's body would become more receptive to the tickling, more sensitive to her every whim. It was a delicious thought, one that made her own clit throb with excitement.
As Millie's body tensed, Julia pulled away, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Not so fast, darling," she purred, her voice a dark whisper in the quiet room. She reached into her bag again, this time pulling out a large wand vibrator, flicking the toy on and off a few times, the buzz of its motor a sinister counterpoint to the muffled sounds of Millie's desperation.
Julia's hand hovered over Millie's exposed pussy, the vibrator's head thrumming with power. "I want to see those beautiful eyes roll back in your head," she said, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "But first, I think we need to adjust your position." With surprising strength, she lifted Millie's hips and slid a wedge-shaped pillow under her, angling her pelvis upwards.
The room grew eerily quiet as Julia reached into her bag once more, the sound of fabric shifting ominously. Millie's heart raced, her imagination conjuring up the most depraved tickling devices. Instead, Julia pulled out a strap-on dildo, the latex cock standing proud and menacing in the spotlight.
Julia's eyes met Millie's, her smile wicked. "It's time to take this to the next level," she said, her voice thick with anticipation. She stepped out of her own clothes, revealing a sleek black harness that hugged her curves. The dildo looked almost comically large next to her slender frame, but there was nothing funny about the hunger in her gaze.
With a grace that belied the situation, Julia strapped the dildo into place, the leather of the harness molding to her body like a second skin. She approached the tickling table, her hips swaying with a predatory confidence. Millie felt a bubble of dread rise in her chest as she realized what was coming next.
Julia leaned in, her breath hot against Millie's ear as she whispered, "I'm going to fuck you so hard Millie." Millie's body tensed, the anticipation of the impending invasion mixing with the lingering effects of the tickling. She could feel her pussy clench around nothing, desperately trying to brace itself for the intrusion it knew was coming.
With a swift, decisive movement, Julia pushed the dildo into Millie's wetness. Millie's muffled cry filled the room, her body arching off the table. Julia held her with a firm hand on her hip, her fingers digging into the soft flesh. "You're going to take this," she murmured, "and you're going to love it."
Inch by inch, the thick latex cock filled Millie, stretching her tight pussy to its limits. The initial pain gave way to a deep, pulsing ache that grew with each slow thrust. Millie's body was a battleground of sensation - the agony of the gag and restraints, the bliss of Julia's skilled tongue, and now the fullness of the dildo claiming her. She was lost in a whirlwind of sensation, unable to process the depraved artistry unfolding before her.
Julia watched with rapt fascination as Millie's body writhed under her, the dildo's nubs emerging and retreating in a tantalizing rhythm. She could feel the younger woman's muscles clench around her, the involuntary spasms a testament to her overwhelming need. Her own arousal grew with every twitch and moan, her clit pulsing in time with the beat of the dildo's motor.
With a devious smile, Julia reached down and pressed the wand vibrator against Millie's clit, the powerful vibrations making her jolt. The muffled screams grew louder, the gag doing little to stifle the sounds of pleasure that escaped her lips. She began to thrust faster, the slick sound of the latex cock filling the room, punctuated by the high-pitched whine of the vibrator.
Julia's own breath grew ragged as she watched the show unfolding before her. The way Millie's body responded to the dual sensations was a masterpiece, a symphony of desire and desperation that played out in every line of her bound form. She knew she had her young friend right where she wanted her - at the precipice of indescribable pleasure, a canvas for her twisted art.
With the vibrator still pressed firmly to Millie's clit, Julia reached up and unbuckled the gag. "Scream for me," she ordered, her voice a dark purr. "Let the whole world hear how much you love this."
The ball popped out of Millie's mouth, and she gulped in a deep breath before a keening wail of pleasure filled the room. The sound was like music to Julia's ears, a sweet symphony of desire that only grew louder as she thrust faster. Millie's eyes rolled back, and her body began to shake uncontrollably as the orgasm crashed through her. Julia felt the younger woman's muscles contract around the dildo.
The sight of Millie's squirt sent a jolt of arousal through Julia. She watched with rapt fascination as a gush of liquid sprayed from her, soaking the dildo and the floor beneath the bondage table. The scent of sex and arousal filled the room, a heady aphrodisiac that only served to drive Julia's own lust higher. She had never seen anything so beautiful, so powerful.
Julia leaned in closer, her eyes locked on the pulsating cock that was buried inside her friend. "You're such a good little slut, aren't you?" she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "So eager to please, so eager to be filled." She began to move the dildo in and out of Millie at a slower pace, savoring the feeling of her tight pussy clamping down around the latex. Each movement sent a fresh wave of pleasure through her own body, her own orgasm building.
Millie's eyes snapped open, her pupils dilated with need. "H-harder," she managed to gasp, her voice hoarse from the screams.
Julia's smile grew feral as she complied, her hips slamming into Millie's with a force that made the table shake. The dildo's every movement sent a new shockwave of pleasure through her, each thrust hitting her g-spot with unerring precision. Millie's eyes rolled back, and she could only focus on the feeling of fullness, the delicious pressure that built with every stroke.
The vibrator was a constant companion, never leaving her clit as Julia fucked her mercilessly. Millie's cries grew louder, filling the room with a cacophony of pleasure that seemed to echo off the walls. She could feel her second orgasm building, a tsunami of sensation that threatened to drown her.
Julia leaned in, her breath hot against Millie's neck. "I'm going to tickle you again after this," she whispered, her voice thick with lust. "And this time, you won't be able to move...one...single...inch..."
To be continued
This is a fine series. 
