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Millies desperate need for a finale to her ordeal under Julia Fox's ministrations comes to a head.
Millie's chest heaved as much as it could, her eyes pleading. "I can't," she whispered, her voice a trembling wisp. "Please, Julia, I can't take any more."
Julia leaned over her, the latex of her bodysuit squeaking against the leather of the restraint that held her forehead in place. Her lips were a mere inch from Millie's ear, her breath hot and sweet. "But you will," she murmured, the promise in her voice as solid as the restraint around her friend's wrists. "You'll take it all, because you're my good little sub."
Their eyes locked for a moment, a silent battle of wills that was as much a part of their dance as the tickling itself. Millie's pupils were blown wide with arousal, her cheeks flushed a dark red that clashed beautifully with the gleaming black of the room. Julia's smile grew wider, the thrill of the hunt making her own pulse race.
Leaning down, she captured Millie's mouth in a searing kiss, her tongue delving deep as her hands moved to grip the restraint around her head. "This is going to be the best round yet," she murmured against her friend's lips, her voice a seductive promise that sent a shiver down Millie's spine. "You're going to scream for me, so loudly that I'll know just how much you love it."
Julia's fingers tightened on the strap that held Millie's head firmly in place, the leather creaking with the effort. Millie's eyes rolled back in her head, the sensation of being kissed while being held in such a vulnerable position sending a fresh wave of arousal crashing through her. She could feel Julia's excitement, the heat of her body, the rapid beat of her heart.
"You're going to be so sensitive now," Julia whispered, her voice a seductive hiss in Millie's ear. "Every touch, every brush of the bristles, it's going to feel like pure tickle hell."
Their kiss grew more intense, Julia's hand sliding down to grip Millie's throat, the pressure just shy of painful. Millie's moan was muffled by Julia's mouth, her body arching upwards despite the restraint. Julia could feel the desperation in her movements, the need for release that was building like a storm.
With a wicked grin, Julia pulled away, her eyes gleaming with the promise of torment.
"I'm going to tickle your pink little size 6 soles and toes until you can't take it anymore, until you're begging me to stop. But I won't. For the full hour that you BEGGED me for, you little masochist!"
Julia's words sent a chill through Millie's body, even as the heat from the last round of vibrations lingered. The sadistic artist stepped back, the twin hair brushes in her hands glinting menacingly in the crimson light. She took a moment to admire her bound captive, the latex sheet clinging to Millie's curves like a second skin, the vacuum seal leaving no part of her body untouched by its insistent embrace.
"Now," Julia announced, her voice a sultry purr that seemed to resonate in Millie's very bones, "let's see just how much you can handle."
With a wicked glint in her eye, Julia reached for the bottle of oil she'd set aside earlier. It was a special blend, one that warmed to the touch and promised a particularly slippery experience. She unscrewed the cap and began to dribble the shimmering liquid over Millie's soles, the viscous fluid running in rivulets between her toes and down the length of her feet. The scent was faintly citrusy, a strange contrast to the latex and leather that surrounded them.
Millie's eyes grew wide as she felt the oil coat her skin, the sensation making her toes feel even more exposed and vulnerable. She tried to clench them, to pull them away from the inevitable onslaught of the brushes, but Julia's ingenious toe ties held firm. The ties preventing any movement beyond the most minute flexing of her digits.
Julia stepped back, admiring her handiwork. The oil glistened on Millie's meaty, wrinkly, broad soles, the bristles of the brushes standing out starkly against the black rubber of the bed. For a moment, she just let them rest there, the weight of the brushes pressing down like a silent threat.
"Alright, darling," she said, her voice a sweet caress that belied the torment to come. "Let's get this party started."
Julia began to count down from 10, her eyes never leaving Millie's face. Each number brought a fresh wave of dread, the anticipation building like a crescendo in the quiet room. Millie's body was a taut bowstring, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as she waited for the inevitable touch.
"Three...two...one..." Julia's voice was a sultry whisper that seemed to fill the space around them, the tension palpable. As she reached one, the room's lights dimmed, and a digital timer appeared on the screen, the numbers bold and red, counting down from sixty minutes. The sight of the descending digits sent a cold shiver down Millie's spine.
Julia brought the brushes down in a swift, precise motion, raking the bristles across the arches of both feet at once. Millie's body jolted, a strangled scream escaping her throat as the intense tickling began anew. Julia's strokes were deliberate and varied, alternating between the soft, feather-like touch that had driven her wild earlier and the firm, punishing brush of the hair brushes. Each stroke sent waves of intense tickles crashing through her body, leaving her trembling and desperate for more.
The oil made the bristles slide over her sensitive skin with a newfound ease, amplifying the sensation until it was almost too much to bear. Millie's eyes watered, her body thrashing against the unyielding grip of the vacuum bed. The vibrator inside her remained ominently still, a silent reminder of the orgasm that hovered just out of reach. She felt like she was being torn apart, the sensations on her feet and lack of sensations in her needy pussy converging into a single, white-hot point that threatened to consume her.
Julia's strokes grew faster, more insistent. The brushes danced over the arches of Millie's feet, the bristles leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Each scream that ripped from Millie's throat was met with a wicked laugh from her captor, the sound echoing off the walls like the cackle of a madwoman. The timer on the screen ticked away, each second feeling like an eternity as she struggled against her own body's response.
"JULIAAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAH PLEHEHEHHEHEHEHEEASE I'M BEGGING YOUU STOP HAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!" Millie's voice was a cacophony of laughter and pain, her eyes brimming with tears that streamed down her cheeks. Her body was a symphony of sensation, each tickle a crescendo that built to an unbearable peak. Julia's laughter grew louder, her strokes more intense as she reveled in the power she held over the bound starlet.
"I don't think I've ever heard you beg quite so beautifully," Julia remarked, the malice in her voice clear as day. "But no, my love. We're just getting started."
The timer on the wall mocked Millie, a red digital countdown that seemed to stretch on forever. 55 minutes remained, and Julia's strokes with the brushes showed no signs of relenting. Millie's body was a canvas of sensation, each tickle a stroke of paint that painted her in an agony of tickle torment. Her toes curled against the snug ties, her legs attempted to kick against the snug vac bed. The room was a cocoon of latex and leather, the vacuum bed's persistent hum a reminder of her helplessness.
Julia paused, the brushes hovering above Millie's writhing form. "Tell me," she whispered, her voice a dark seduction, "do you know any other beautiful young actresses who share your love for the avant-garde?" The question hung in the air, thick with the scent of latex and sweat, a hint of sadism in her tone.
Millie's mind raced, trying to follow Julia's train of thought through the haze of tickling torment. "Wh...what do you mean?" she gasped out, her voice shaky.
Julia's smile grew wicked as she continued her relentless assault on Millie's soles. "You know," she said, her eyes glinting in the crimson glow, "Other little starlets who might enjoy a...private performance, like the one you're giving me now."
Millie's mind reeled, the tickling a constant, maddening background noise to Julia's dark proposal. She tried to think, to form coherent thoughts amidst the waves of intense tickling that crashed through her body. "I...I don't know," she managed to gasp out, her chest heaving.
Julia chuckled, her strokes growing softer, almost gentle. "Think harder, darling," she cooed, her voice a siren's call through the haze of tickles. "I promise the reward will be...exquisite."
The promise of relief was almost too much for Millie to resist, but she clenched her teeth and remained silent, refusing to betray her friends. Julia's smile grew colder, her eyes darker. Without a word, she set aside the brushes and strode to the corner of the room, returning with the sensory deprivation gear in hand.
With a swift, efficient movement, she stuffed the ball gag into Millie's mouth, silencing her cries. Millie's eyes widened as Julia placed the soundproof earmuffs over her ears, cutting off the room's sounds and leaving only the thunderous beating of her own heart. Finally the blindfold went over her tear soaked eyes as the world went dark, she knew Julia was going to make her pay for her non compliance.
Julia stepped back, admiring her handiwork. Millie's body was a canvas of sweat and desperation, her soles a deep shade of red from the intense tickling. With a cruel twist of her wrist, she resumed her assault, the brushes moving in a merciless pattern that had Millie's body arching and twitching.
The silence of the room was absolute, the only indication of Millie's suffering the muffled noises she made through the gag. Julia felt her own arousal grow, her breath quickening as she watched the young starlet squirm.
For the next 30 minutes, Julia didn't hold back, the hair brushes moving with the precision of a maestro conducting an orchestra of deep, unending tickling. The bristles danced over Millie's sensitive soles and bubbly toes, alternating between feather-light strokes and firm, punishing scrubs. Millie's body jerked and spasmed with every touch, her legs kicking out in a futile attempt to escape.
The first time Millie's eyes rolled back and she slipped into unconsciousness, Julia barely paused. She waited a few moments, watching the rise and fall of the young woman's chest to ensure she was breathing before administering a quick waft of smelling salts under her nose. Millie's eyes snapped open and the brushes didn't miss a beat, continuing their relentless dance.
As the minutes ticked by, Julia's strokes grew more deliberate, more focused on the arches of Millie's feet, particularly where the arch met the heel. Julia noticed this was an extremely sensitive spot for the 20 year old.
Finally, the timer beeped, signaling the end of the half-hour punishment. Julia set the brushes aside, her arms aching with the effort of holding them steady for so long. She reached up to remove the blindfold, her eyes meeting Millie's glassy gaze. The young star's face was a picture of agony, her face and hair slick with sweat.
Julia leaned in, her voice a sweet whisper. "How was that, darling?" she asked, her tone mocking. Millie's body too worn out to form coherent words.
With a graceful gesture, Julia hit a button and the bed lowered, bringing Millie flat to the ground. The cruel dominatrix pulled up a chair and began to unbuckle her own latex high-heeled boots, the sound of the leather echoing in the silent room. Her plump, stockinged size 8 feet slid out, the stark contrast of the black material against her skin.
"Look at me," Julia ordered, her voice a command that Millie couldn't ignore. Through her watering eyes, she watched as Julia placed her feet, one at a time, over Millies face. The warmth of Julia's feet was a stark contrast to the cold, unforgiving latex that had been her world for what felt like an eternity.
Julia's feet were wide and plump, the stockings clinging to her skin like a second layer. The scent of her sweat filled Millie's nostrils, a musky aroma that was oddly comforting amidst the chaos of sensations. "Kiss them," she said, her voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down Millie's spine.
Millie's eyes searched Julia's face for any sign of mercy, but she knew it was a lost cause. With a tremble in her chin, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to the arch of Julia's right foot. The taste was salty, a stark reminder of her own submission. She kissed and licked, her eyes never leaving Julia's. The woman's toes curled with pleasure, her feet flexing against the rubbery restraints of the bed.
Julia's voice was a velvety purr as she began asking about Millie's famous friends again. "Tell me, darling," she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Which of your little starlet friends have the most sensitive feet? I'm always looking for new subjects for my art."
Millie's breath hitched, the memory of Julia's earlier question sending a fresh wave of fear through her. She knew that Julia wouldn't stop until she had all the information she desired, and the thought of her friends being subjected to this kind of torment was almost too much to bear. "I...I don't know," she managed to choke out, her voice hoarse from screaming.
Julia's smile grew wider, her toes curling in response to Millie's tentative kisses. "Liar," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. She leaned back in her chair, her feet still planted firmly over Millie's face. With a flick of her thumb, she turned Millies g spot vibrator back on for the first time in what felt like an eternity.
The sudden, mild, slow, tease vibration was almost too much for Millie to handle. Her body squirmed, the pressure building again as Julia's toes began to tap a gentle rhythm against her nose. "I'll make it worth your while," Julia promised, her voice a sweet temptation. "Tell me who, and I'll make sure you cum harder than you ever have before."
The vibrator grew more insistent but then would fall back to almost nothing, the buzzing reaching a crescendo that had Millie's body straining against the restraints, before making her want to cry out in rage when it started teasing her again. She knew she couldn't hold out much longer. Her orgasm was so close she could almost taste it, and the thought of betraying her friends was a bitter pill to swallow.
Julia's stockinged toes danced over her nose and cheeks, the sensation of the fabric against her skin making her squirm. The woman's dominance was a tangible force in the room, pressing down on her like the weight of a thousand feathers. Millie felt a strange mix of anger and arousal, the line between the two blurring until she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
With a dramatic flourish, Julia slowly began to peel her stockings away. Millie's eyes widened as she revealed her bare feet, the toes long and plump, painted a dark, glossy red that matched the spotlights above.
"Open your mouth," Julia instructed, her voice a dark chuckle. "And show me how much you truly appreciate your Mistress."
Millie's eyes watered with the effort to keep from screaming as the vibrator's intensity grew once again. She could feel the beginnings of a powerful orgasm coiling in her stomach, a knot of pleasure that grew tighter with every passing second. With trembling lips, she opened her mouth, and Julia slid her big toe between them, the coolness of her bare skin a stark contrast to the heat of Millie's breath.
Julia's foot was a thing of beauty, the toes perfectly manicured and smelling faintly of a sweet, floral scent. Millie felt a strange sense of awe as she took her first tentative lick, the taste of the cool metal of Julia's toe ring mingling with the rubber ball gag taste that still lingered on her tongue. The vibrations grew stronger then weaker, a relentless dance that seemed to echo through her body.
"Good girl," Julia murmured, her voice a dark whisper in the quiet room. "Now, tell me about Maya Hawke's feet. How sensitive are they?" Her eyes glinted with malicious excitement as she watched Millie's reaction, the foot in her mouth a symbol of her absolute power.
Millie's body tensed, her mind racing as Julia's toe probed deeper into her mouth. The question was a trap, she knew it, but the vibrator's relentless tease was driving her to the brink of madness. She had to fight the urge to give in, to betray her friend's secrets.
Her eyes searched Julia's, a silent plea for mercy. But Julia's gaze was cold and unyielding. "I know you've worked with her," she said, her voice a velvet threat. "How hard does she laugh when her feet are tickled?"
Julia had always had a fascination with Maya's mother, Uma Thurman, often speaking of her with a mix of admiration and lust. And now, with Maya in the mix, her fantasies had grown even more complex.
Julia's thoughts drifted back to the countless times she'd seen Uma on the screen, her size 11 feet commanding attention with their long, elegant toes and delicate arches. The way she'd fantasized about those feet, about having them at her mercy, had been a private obsession for years.
Her thoughts traveled to memories of her computer, the glow of the screen casting an eerie light across the room. The open tab revealed the familiar layout of wikifeet, a treasure trove of celebrity foot pics that had been her guilty pleasure for so long. She'd spent many nights staring at photos of stars like Maya's feet, that were a slightly wider than her mother's at a size 9.5 with those same long toes that sent Julia's imagination into a frenzy. The sight of them had fueled her fantasies, had made her wet with the desire to tickle them until the young woman was a writhing, begging mess.
With a wicked smirk, Julia reached over to the side of the bed and picked up Millie's discarded phone. The device recognized her face instantly, and the screen lit up, revealing a treasure trove of famous phone numbers. She scrolled through the contacts, her eyes lighting up at the familiar names of Hollywood's elite.
"Let's see," Julia mused, her toes flexing over Millie's mouth. "Who shall we invite to our next little soiree?"
Her foot descended, pressing the sole of her left foot over Millie's mouth, effectively silencing any further protests. The toes of Julia's right foot curled around Millie's nose as she squeezed gently. The starlet's eyes bulged, her muffled gasps for air becoming a part of the symphony of sounds that filled the room.
Julia's eyes lit up as she scrolled through the contacts. Names that had graced the silver screen and walked the red carpets of the most prestigious events in the world were laid bare before her, each one a potential plaything for her twisted desires. She had a knack for recognizing those with a penchant for the darker side of pleasure, and one name in the contacts stood out to her. Sabrina Carpenter.
"Ah," Julia murmured, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "A fresh pair of size 6's to play with. How delightful." She tapped out a message, her thumbs flying across the screen. "You know, darling," she said, her foot still pressing against Millie's face, "Sabrina's got such lovely feet. I'd love to see how she handles the brushes."
The thought of Julia's sadistic games being played on her friend sent a fresh wave of dread through Millie. She tried to shake her head, to protest, but Julia's foot was unyielding, muffling her words. Her eyes searched Julia's for any sign of mercy, but found only a cold, calculating gaze.
Julia chuckled, her foot moving away from Millie's mouth with the grace of a dancer. "You can breathe now, darling," she said sweetly, her voice a stark contrast to the steel in her eyes.
Millie gasped for air, her chest heaving as the gag was removed. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Please, Julia," she begged, her eyes shining with a desperate hope. "Please, no more."
Julia's expression softened, a rare moment of compassion flitting across her features. She knew her pet was at her limit, the endurance of the human body a fine line she often danced upon. With a sigh, she reached over to the remote control and turned the vibrator on to her favorite pattern, one that would surely make Millie explode quickly.
The buzzing filled the room, Millie's body responded with a jolt, her muscles tightening around the unyielding device inside her. The pressure that had been building for what felt like hours began to dissipate, the promise of release finally within reach.
Julia leaned over her, her expression softening as she lovingly stroked Millie's damp hair. "You've been such a good sport," she cooed, her voice a warm caress in the cold, dark space.
"Now, I want you to focus on this," Julia instructed, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "You're going to cum for me, and when you do, it's going to be the most beautiful thing you've ever felt."
The flicking arm inside the vibrator sprang to life, sending rapid taps against Millie's g-spot. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever felt before, the constant pressure now punctuated by sharp, staccato bursts that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
And suddenly, the dam broke. The intensity of the vibrations grew, the rapid taps on her g-spot turning into a full-blown assault. Millie's eyes rolled back in her head, her body arching off the bed as the orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her muscles spasmed, her toes curled tightly against the restraint, and an animal like scream of pure ecstasy tore from her throat.
Julia watched, her own desire painted clearly across her face, as Millie's body convulsed under her. The young star's moans grew louder, more desperate, as the orgasm continued to tear through her. It was a symphony of pleasure, a crescendo that seemed to go on forever, each twitch and shiver a testament to Julia's dominance.
Finally, the sensation grew too much for Millie, her body unable to handle the intensity. With a final, guttural scream, she went limp, her eyes rolling back in her head as she fainted from the sheer overload of sensation. Julia chuckled, the sound dark and rich, as she turned off the vibrator and allowed Millie's body to go still.
With a sense of satisfaction, she leaned over and kissed her cheek, her lips lingering for a moment before she began to release her from the vac bed. The hiss of the air escaping the latex was a strange counterpoint to the silence that had fallen over the room.
Julia's fingers moved with practiced ease, unbuckling the ankle stocks that had held Millie's feet in place. Each click of the buckle was like the crack of a whip in the stillness, the sound echoing in the emptiness.
Julia quietly sung Sabrina Carpenters hit song "Espresso" to herself as she carried Millie to the recovery room.
To be continued...
Millie's chest heaved as much as it could, her eyes pleading. "I can't," she whispered, her voice a trembling wisp. "Please, Julia, I can't take any more."
Julia leaned over her, the latex of her bodysuit squeaking against the leather of the restraint that held her forehead in place. Her lips were a mere inch from Millie's ear, her breath hot and sweet. "But you will," she murmured, the promise in her voice as solid as the restraint around her friend's wrists. "You'll take it all, because you're my good little sub."
Their eyes locked for a moment, a silent battle of wills that was as much a part of their dance as the tickling itself. Millie's pupils were blown wide with arousal, her cheeks flushed a dark red that clashed beautifully with the gleaming black of the room. Julia's smile grew wider, the thrill of the hunt making her own pulse race.
Leaning down, she captured Millie's mouth in a searing kiss, her tongue delving deep as her hands moved to grip the restraint around her head. "This is going to be the best round yet," she murmured against her friend's lips, her voice a seductive promise that sent a shiver down Millie's spine. "You're going to scream for me, so loudly that I'll know just how much you love it."
Julia's fingers tightened on the strap that held Millie's head firmly in place, the leather creaking with the effort. Millie's eyes rolled back in her head, the sensation of being kissed while being held in such a vulnerable position sending a fresh wave of arousal crashing through her. She could feel Julia's excitement, the heat of her body, the rapid beat of her heart.
"You're going to be so sensitive now," Julia whispered, her voice a seductive hiss in Millie's ear. "Every touch, every brush of the bristles, it's going to feel like pure tickle hell."
Their kiss grew more intense, Julia's hand sliding down to grip Millie's throat, the pressure just shy of painful. Millie's moan was muffled by Julia's mouth, her body arching upwards despite the restraint. Julia could feel the desperation in her movements, the need for release that was building like a storm.
With a wicked grin, Julia pulled away, her eyes gleaming with the promise of torment.
"I'm going to tickle your pink little size 6 soles and toes until you can't take it anymore, until you're begging me to stop. But I won't. For the full hour that you BEGGED me for, you little masochist!"
Julia's words sent a chill through Millie's body, even as the heat from the last round of vibrations lingered. The sadistic artist stepped back, the twin hair brushes in her hands glinting menacingly in the crimson light. She took a moment to admire her bound captive, the latex sheet clinging to Millie's curves like a second skin, the vacuum seal leaving no part of her body untouched by its insistent embrace.
"Now," Julia announced, her voice a sultry purr that seemed to resonate in Millie's very bones, "let's see just how much you can handle."
With a wicked glint in her eye, Julia reached for the bottle of oil she'd set aside earlier. It was a special blend, one that warmed to the touch and promised a particularly slippery experience. She unscrewed the cap and began to dribble the shimmering liquid over Millie's soles, the viscous fluid running in rivulets between her toes and down the length of her feet. The scent was faintly citrusy, a strange contrast to the latex and leather that surrounded them.
Millie's eyes grew wide as she felt the oil coat her skin, the sensation making her toes feel even more exposed and vulnerable. She tried to clench them, to pull them away from the inevitable onslaught of the brushes, but Julia's ingenious toe ties held firm. The ties preventing any movement beyond the most minute flexing of her digits.
Julia stepped back, admiring her handiwork. The oil glistened on Millie's meaty, wrinkly, broad soles, the bristles of the brushes standing out starkly against the black rubber of the bed. For a moment, she just let them rest there, the weight of the brushes pressing down like a silent threat.
"Alright, darling," she said, her voice a sweet caress that belied the torment to come. "Let's get this party started."
Julia began to count down from 10, her eyes never leaving Millie's face. Each number brought a fresh wave of dread, the anticipation building like a crescendo in the quiet room. Millie's body was a taut bowstring, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as she waited for the inevitable touch.
"Three...two...one..." Julia's voice was a sultry whisper that seemed to fill the space around them, the tension palpable. As she reached one, the room's lights dimmed, and a digital timer appeared on the screen, the numbers bold and red, counting down from sixty minutes. The sight of the descending digits sent a cold shiver down Millie's spine.
Julia brought the brushes down in a swift, precise motion, raking the bristles across the arches of both feet at once. Millie's body jolted, a strangled scream escaping her throat as the intense tickling began anew. Julia's strokes were deliberate and varied, alternating between the soft, feather-like touch that had driven her wild earlier and the firm, punishing brush of the hair brushes. Each stroke sent waves of intense tickles crashing through her body, leaving her trembling and desperate for more.
The oil made the bristles slide over her sensitive skin with a newfound ease, amplifying the sensation until it was almost too much to bear. Millie's eyes watered, her body thrashing against the unyielding grip of the vacuum bed. The vibrator inside her remained ominently still, a silent reminder of the orgasm that hovered just out of reach. She felt like she was being torn apart, the sensations on her feet and lack of sensations in her needy pussy converging into a single, white-hot point that threatened to consume her.
Julia's strokes grew faster, more insistent. The brushes danced over the arches of Millie's feet, the bristles leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Each scream that ripped from Millie's throat was met with a wicked laugh from her captor, the sound echoing off the walls like the cackle of a madwoman. The timer on the screen ticked away, each second feeling like an eternity as she struggled against her own body's response.
"JULIAAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAH PLEHEHEHHEHEHEHEEASE I'M BEGGING YOUU STOP HAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!" Millie's voice was a cacophony of laughter and pain, her eyes brimming with tears that streamed down her cheeks. Her body was a symphony of sensation, each tickle a crescendo that built to an unbearable peak. Julia's laughter grew louder, her strokes more intense as she reveled in the power she held over the bound starlet.
"I don't think I've ever heard you beg quite so beautifully," Julia remarked, the malice in her voice clear as day. "But no, my love. We're just getting started."
The timer on the wall mocked Millie, a red digital countdown that seemed to stretch on forever. 55 minutes remained, and Julia's strokes with the brushes showed no signs of relenting. Millie's body was a canvas of sensation, each tickle a stroke of paint that painted her in an agony of tickle torment. Her toes curled against the snug ties, her legs attempted to kick against the snug vac bed. The room was a cocoon of latex and leather, the vacuum bed's persistent hum a reminder of her helplessness.
Julia paused, the brushes hovering above Millie's writhing form. "Tell me," she whispered, her voice a dark seduction, "do you know any other beautiful young actresses who share your love for the avant-garde?" The question hung in the air, thick with the scent of latex and sweat, a hint of sadism in her tone.
Millie's mind raced, trying to follow Julia's train of thought through the haze of tickling torment. "Wh...what do you mean?" she gasped out, her voice shaky.
Julia's smile grew wicked as she continued her relentless assault on Millie's soles. "You know," she said, her eyes glinting in the crimson glow, "Other little starlets who might enjoy a...private performance, like the one you're giving me now."
Millie's mind reeled, the tickling a constant, maddening background noise to Julia's dark proposal. She tried to think, to form coherent thoughts amidst the waves of intense tickling that crashed through her body. "I...I don't know," she managed to gasp out, her chest heaving.
Julia chuckled, her strokes growing softer, almost gentle. "Think harder, darling," she cooed, her voice a siren's call through the haze of tickles. "I promise the reward will be...exquisite."
The promise of relief was almost too much for Millie to resist, but she clenched her teeth and remained silent, refusing to betray her friends. Julia's smile grew colder, her eyes darker. Without a word, she set aside the brushes and strode to the corner of the room, returning with the sensory deprivation gear in hand.
With a swift, efficient movement, she stuffed the ball gag into Millie's mouth, silencing her cries. Millie's eyes widened as Julia placed the soundproof earmuffs over her ears, cutting off the room's sounds and leaving only the thunderous beating of her own heart. Finally the blindfold went over her tear soaked eyes as the world went dark, she knew Julia was going to make her pay for her non compliance.
Julia stepped back, admiring her handiwork. Millie's body was a canvas of sweat and desperation, her soles a deep shade of red from the intense tickling. With a cruel twist of her wrist, she resumed her assault, the brushes moving in a merciless pattern that had Millie's body arching and twitching.
The silence of the room was absolute, the only indication of Millie's suffering the muffled noises she made through the gag. Julia felt her own arousal grow, her breath quickening as she watched the young starlet squirm.
For the next 30 minutes, Julia didn't hold back, the hair brushes moving with the precision of a maestro conducting an orchestra of deep, unending tickling. The bristles danced over Millie's sensitive soles and bubbly toes, alternating between feather-light strokes and firm, punishing scrubs. Millie's body jerked and spasmed with every touch, her legs kicking out in a futile attempt to escape.
The first time Millie's eyes rolled back and she slipped into unconsciousness, Julia barely paused. She waited a few moments, watching the rise and fall of the young woman's chest to ensure she was breathing before administering a quick waft of smelling salts under her nose. Millie's eyes snapped open and the brushes didn't miss a beat, continuing their relentless dance.
As the minutes ticked by, Julia's strokes grew more deliberate, more focused on the arches of Millie's feet, particularly where the arch met the heel. Julia noticed this was an extremely sensitive spot for the 20 year old.
Finally, the timer beeped, signaling the end of the half-hour punishment. Julia set the brushes aside, her arms aching with the effort of holding them steady for so long. She reached up to remove the blindfold, her eyes meeting Millie's glassy gaze. The young star's face was a picture of agony, her face and hair slick with sweat.
Julia leaned in, her voice a sweet whisper. "How was that, darling?" she asked, her tone mocking. Millie's body too worn out to form coherent words.
With a graceful gesture, Julia hit a button and the bed lowered, bringing Millie flat to the ground. The cruel dominatrix pulled up a chair and began to unbuckle her own latex high-heeled boots, the sound of the leather echoing in the silent room. Her plump, stockinged size 8 feet slid out, the stark contrast of the black material against her skin.
"Look at me," Julia ordered, her voice a command that Millie couldn't ignore. Through her watering eyes, she watched as Julia placed her feet, one at a time, over Millies face. The warmth of Julia's feet was a stark contrast to the cold, unforgiving latex that had been her world for what felt like an eternity.
Julia's feet were wide and plump, the stockings clinging to her skin like a second layer. The scent of her sweat filled Millie's nostrils, a musky aroma that was oddly comforting amidst the chaos of sensations. "Kiss them," she said, her voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down Millie's spine.
Millie's eyes searched Julia's face for any sign of mercy, but she knew it was a lost cause. With a tremble in her chin, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to the arch of Julia's right foot. The taste was salty, a stark reminder of her own submission. She kissed and licked, her eyes never leaving Julia's. The woman's toes curled with pleasure, her feet flexing against the rubbery restraints of the bed.
Julia's voice was a velvety purr as she began asking about Millie's famous friends again. "Tell me, darling," she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Which of your little starlet friends have the most sensitive feet? I'm always looking for new subjects for my art."
Millie's breath hitched, the memory of Julia's earlier question sending a fresh wave of fear through her. She knew that Julia wouldn't stop until she had all the information she desired, and the thought of her friends being subjected to this kind of torment was almost too much to bear. "I...I don't know," she managed to choke out, her voice hoarse from screaming.
Julia's smile grew wider, her toes curling in response to Millie's tentative kisses. "Liar," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. She leaned back in her chair, her feet still planted firmly over Millie's face. With a flick of her thumb, she turned Millies g spot vibrator back on for the first time in what felt like an eternity.
The sudden, mild, slow, tease vibration was almost too much for Millie to handle. Her body squirmed, the pressure building again as Julia's toes began to tap a gentle rhythm against her nose. "I'll make it worth your while," Julia promised, her voice a sweet temptation. "Tell me who, and I'll make sure you cum harder than you ever have before."
The vibrator grew more insistent but then would fall back to almost nothing, the buzzing reaching a crescendo that had Millie's body straining against the restraints, before making her want to cry out in rage when it started teasing her again. She knew she couldn't hold out much longer. Her orgasm was so close she could almost taste it, and the thought of betraying her friends was a bitter pill to swallow.
Julia's stockinged toes danced over her nose and cheeks, the sensation of the fabric against her skin making her squirm. The woman's dominance was a tangible force in the room, pressing down on her like the weight of a thousand feathers. Millie felt a strange mix of anger and arousal, the line between the two blurring until she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
With a dramatic flourish, Julia slowly began to peel her stockings away. Millie's eyes widened as she revealed her bare feet, the toes long and plump, painted a dark, glossy red that matched the spotlights above.
"Open your mouth," Julia instructed, her voice a dark chuckle. "And show me how much you truly appreciate your Mistress."
Millie's eyes watered with the effort to keep from screaming as the vibrator's intensity grew once again. She could feel the beginnings of a powerful orgasm coiling in her stomach, a knot of pleasure that grew tighter with every passing second. With trembling lips, she opened her mouth, and Julia slid her big toe between them, the coolness of her bare skin a stark contrast to the heat of Millie's breath.
Julia's foot was a thing of beauty, the toes perfectly manicured and smelling faintly of a sweet, floral scent. Millie felt a strange sense of awe as she took her first tentative lick, the taste of the cool metal of Julia's toe ring mingling with the rubber ball gag taste that still lingered on her tongue. The vibrations grew stronger then weaker, a relentless dance that seemed to echo through her body.
"Good girl," Julia murmured, her voice a dark whisper in the quiet room. "Now, tell me about Maya Hawke's feet. How sensitive are they?" Her eyes glinted with malicious excitement as she watched Millie's reaction, the foot in her mouth a symbol of her absolute power.
Millie's body tensed, her mind racing as Julia's toe probed deeper into her mouth. The question was a trap, she knew it, but the vibrator's relentless tease was driving her to the brink of madness. She had to fight the urge to give in, to betray her friend's secrets.
Her eyes searched Julia's, a silent plea for mercy. But Julia's gaze was cold and unyielding. "I know you've worked with her," she said, her voice a velvet threat. "How hard does she laugh when her feet are tickled?"
Julia had always had a fascination with Maya's mother, Uma Thurman, often speaking of her with a mix of admiration and lust. And now, with Maya in the mix, her fantasies had grown even more complex.
Julia's thoughts drifted back to the countless times she'd seen Uma on the screen, her size 11 feet commanding attention with their long, elegant toes and delicate arches. The way she'd fantasized about those feet, about having them at her mercy, had been a private obsession for years.
Her thoughts traveled to memories of her computer, the glow of the screen casting an eerie light across the room. The open tab revealed the familiar layout of wikifeet, a treasure trove of celebrity foot pics that had been her guilty pleasure for so long. She'd spent many nights staring at photos of stars like Maya's feet, that were a slightly wider than her mother's at a size 9.5 with those same long toes that sent Julia's imagination into a frenzy. The sight of them had fueled her fantasies, had made her wet with the desire to tickle them until the young woman was a writhing, begging mess.
With a wicked smirk, Julia reached over to the side of the bed and picked up Millie's discarded phone. The device recognized her face instantly, and the screen lit up, revealing a treasure trove of famous phone numbers. She scrolled through the contacts, her eyes lighting up at the familiar names of Hollywood's elite.
"Let's see," Julia mused, her toes flexing over Millie's mouth. "Who shall we invite to our next little soiree?"
Her foot descended, pressing the sole of her left foot over Millie's mouth, effectively silencing any further protests. The toes of Julia's right foot curled around Millie's nose as she squeezed gently. The starlet's eyes bulged, her muffled gasps for air becoming a part of the symphony of sounds that filled the room.
Julia's eyes lit up as she scrolled through the contacts. Names that had graced the silver screen and walked the red carpets of the most prestigious events in the world were laid bare before her, each one a potential plaything for her twisted desires. She had a knack for recognizing those with a penchant for the darker side of pleasure, and one name in the contacts stood out to her. Sabrina Carpenter.
"Ah," Julia murmured, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "A fresh pair of size 6's to play with. How delightful." She tapped out a message, her thumbs flying across the screen. "You know, darling," she said, her foot still pressing against Millie's face, "Sabrina's got such lovely feet. I'd love to see how she handles the brushes."
The thought of Julia's sadistic games being played on her friend sent a fresh wave of dread through Millie. She tried to shake her head, to protest, but Julia's foot was unyielding, muffling her words. Her eyes searched Julia's for any sign of mercy, but found only a cold, calculating gaze.
Julia chuckled, her foot moving away from Millie's mouth with the grace of a dancer. "You can breathe now, darling," she said sweetly, her voice a stark contrast to the steel in her eyes.
Millie gasped for air, her chest heaving as the gag was removed. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Please, Julia," she begged, her eyes shining with a desperate hope. "Please, no more."
Julia's expression softened, a rare moment of compassion flitting across her features. She knew her pet was at her limit, the endurance of the human body a fine line she often danced upon. With a sigh, she reached over to the remote control and turned the vibrator on to her favorite pattern, one that would surely make Millie explode quickly.
The buzzing filled the room, Millie's body responded with a jolt, her muscles tightening around the unyielding device inside her. The pressure that had been building for what felt like hours began to dissipate, the promise of release finally within reach.
Julia leaned over her, her expression softening as she lovingly stroked Millie's damp hair. "You've been such a good sport," she cooed, her voice a warm caress in the cold, dark space.
"Now, I want you to focus on this," Julia instructed, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "You're going to cum for me, and when you do, it's going to be the most beautiful thing you've ever felt."
The flicking arm inside the vibrator sprang to life, sending rapid taps against Millie's g-spot. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever felt before, the constant pressure now punctuated by sharp, staccato bursts that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
And suddenly, the dam broke. The intensity of the vibrations grew, the rapid taps on her g-spot turning into a full-blown assault. Millie's eyes rolled back in her head, her body arching off the bed as the orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her muscles spasmed, her toes curled tightly against the restraint, and an animal like scream of pure ecstasy tore from her throat.
Julia watched, her own desire painted clearly across her face, as Millie's body convulsed under her. The young star's moans grew louder, more desperate, as the orgasm continued to tear through her. It was a symphony of pleasure, a crescendo that seemed to go on forever, each twitch and shiver a testament to Julia's dominance.
Finally, the sensation grew too much for Millie, her body unable to handle the intensity. With a final, guttural scream, she went limp, her eyes rolling back in her head as she fainted from the sheer overload of sensation. Julia chuckled, the sound dark and rich, as she turned off the vibrator and allowed Millie's body to go still.
With a sense of satisfaction, she leaned over and kissed her cheek, her lips lingering for a moment before she began to release her from the vac bed. The hiss of the air escaping the latex was a strange counterpoint to the silence that had fallen over the room.
Julia's fingers moved with practiced ease, unbuckling the ankle stocks that had held Millie's feet in place. Each click of the buckle was like the crack of a whip in the stillness, the sound echoing in the emptiness.
Julia quietly sung Sabrina Carpenters hit song "Espresso" to herself as she carried Millie to the recovery room.
To be continued...
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