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Part 5 can be found here:
Sabrina gets an intro to Julia's Gallery.
Julia's office was a sanctuary of the macabre, adorned with art that whispered dark secrets from the shadows. She studied the time, her heart racing as she contemplated the delicious encounter to come. The clock ticked away the minutes, each second bringing her closer to the moment she'd have those sweet size 6 feet at her mercy.
Her eyes fell upon a series of black and white photographs on the wall, capturing the agonized faces of her past victims. Each twitch and giggle, every desperate plea for mercy, had been immortalized in the stark contrast of the images. They served as a silent testament to her prowess, a visual pattern of tickling torment that she knew Sabrina would soon join.
The sound of a doorbell pierced the quiet, jolting Julia back to reality. Her heart skipped a beat as she checked the security cam, confirming it was indeed the girl of the hour. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she composed herself. This was it, the moment she'd been waiting for.
Sabrina Carpenter walked in, dressed casually in a white form-fitting t-shirt and blue jeans, just as Julia had instructed. The young starlet looked around the gallery, her eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of apprehension. She had no idea what she was in for, but Julia could see the excitement dancing in her pupils.
Julia glided over, extending a hand in greeting, her leather gloves a stark contrast against the pristine white walls. "Welcome, Sabrina," she purred, her eyes never leaving the girl's socks and sneakers. "I'm so glad you could make it. Tell me, do any of the pieces here particularly speak to you?"
Sabrina's gaze swept over the photographs, the contorted faces of the women in them sending a shiver down her spine. She pointed to one, a young brunette with her mouth open in a silent scream, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. "What's the story behind these?" she asked, her voice a soft melody of curiosity.
Julia's smile was enigmatic, her eyes gleaming with a knowing look. "Ah, my dear," she said, stepping closer to the wall, "These are moments of pure, unbridled pleasure. You see, I have a gift for finding a woman's most sensitive spot and bringing it to life." She let the words hang in the air, her gaze lingering on Sabrina's feet, which were currently tucked safely inside her sneakers.
Sabrina felt a flutter in her stomach, her own curiosity piqued. "What kind of spot?" she questioned, her voice barely above a whisper. Julia's eyes met hers, and for a brief moment, she thought she could see the answer there, but it was gone as quickly as it had come. "Well, let's just say it's an area of the body that most people ignore. But in my hands, it can be the gateway to ecstasy."
Her heart racing, Sabrina found herself drawn to the art, the way the woman's face in the photograph seemed to beg for more. Julia's words painted a picture of unimaginable pleasure, and she couldn't help but wonder if she too could experience such intensity.
Julia noticed the curiosity in Sabrina's eyes and took it as a sign to move forward with her plan. She reached into the drawer of her desk and pulled out a black silk blindfold, the material as smooth as a lover's caress. "Are you ready to see for yourself, darling?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper that seemed to fill the room.
Sabrina's heart thudded in her chest, but she nodded, a thrill of excitement mingling with a hint of trepidation. Julia's confidence was infectious, and she found herself eager to experience the unknown. With a dramatic flourish, Julia approached her, the blindfold held out like a sacred offering.
"Good," Julia murmured, her voice low and seductive. She leaned in, the scent of her expensive perfume filling the air as she gently secured the blindfold over Sabrina's eyes. The sudden darkness was disorienting, but it only served to heighten her senses, making the sound of Julia's footsteps on the cold tile floor feel like thunder in her ears.
Julia's hands were on her before she could even register the movement, her fingertips tracing a fiery path along Sabrina's neck, sending shivers down her spine. Her breath hitched as Julia's mouth found the tender skin just behind her ear, her teeth grazing lightly as she whispered, "You're going to love this, I promise."
Sabrina nodded, her body a live wire of need. The days without release had left her desperate, her thoughts consumed by a gnawing hunger for pleasure. She'd never experienced anything like what Julia was promising, but she was more than willing to take the plunge into the unknown.
Julia took her hand, her grip firm yet gentle as she led Sabrina through the gallery. The air grew thick with tension, each step echoing through the vast space. They arrived at a door at the back of the room, painted the same stark white as the walls. Julia opened it, revealing a chamber that was a stark contrast to the art-filled space they'd just left. The walls were a deep, velvety red, and the floor was covered in plush black carpet that swallowed their footsteps.
"Welcome to my playroom," Julia said, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down Sabrina's spine. The room was dimly lit with candles, casting flickering shadows across the ceiling. In the center, suspended from chains attached to the high ceiling, were a pair of black leather cuffs, beckoning like a lover's embrace. Julia guided Sabrina to the center of the room, her pulse racing with excitement.
"Arms up, Sabrina," Julia instructed, her leather-covered hands reaching out to gently guide the starlet's wrists towards the cuffs. The cold metal kissed her skin, sending a thrill through her body as Julia secured her in place. The feeling of being bound was both terrifying and thrilling, a delicious mix of vulnerability and anticipation.
Julia stepped back to admire her work, her eyes lingering on the way the leather contrasted with the softness of Sabrina's skin. She circled her prey, her steps deliberate and calculated. "Now, let's get you more comfortable," she said, her voice a dark melody that resonated in the confined space.
Her gaze fell to Sabrina's stomach, the fabric of her shirt stretching taut over the taut muscles beneath. With a wicked smile, she leaned in and whispered, "Wouldn't it be a shame if you were ticklish?" Her words were a gentle tease, a promise of things to come. Her fingers hovered just above the navel, the air crackling with the unspoken question.
Sabrina's laugh was nervous, a delicious sound that sent a shiver of excitement through Julia. "I, uh, I don't know," she replied, her voice betraying her. Julia's smile grew, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She knew the pop star had no idea the depths of tickling torment she was about to endure.
With a swift, practiced motion, Julia unbuttoned the top button of Sabrina's jeans, her gaze never leaving the blindfolded singer's face. The zipper followed, the sound echoing in the room like the opening act of a play. She slid her hands down the denim, feeling the soft warmth of the fabric as it gave way to bare skin. The jeans were loose enough that she could shimmy them down, the waistband brushing against the laces of the sneakers without untying them.
"Spread your legs," Julia murmured, her voice a siren's call. Sabrina complied, her legs quivering slightly as they parted. The anticipation was palpable, a tangible force that seemed to pulse through the air. Julia stepped closer, her leather-covered fingers tracing the outline of the crotch of Sabrina's panties, feeling the heat emanating from beneath.
With a gentle touch, Julia began to massage the fabric, her movements slow and deliberate. The young starlet's breath hitched, her body responding instinctively to the unfamiliar sensation. Julia could feel the wetness seeping through the material, a testament to Sabrina's arousal. The room grew hotter, the air thick with desire as Julia's hands moved in tantalizing circles, teasing the sensitive skin.
"Tell me to take it off," Julia whispered, her voice a silken thread of temptation. Sabrina's cheeks flushed, but she remained silent, the anticipation building like a storm waiting to break. Julia leaned in closer, her breath warm against Sabrina's ear. "Say it," she urged, her voice a seductive whisper.
Sabrina's heart was racing, the thrill of the unknown making her feel light-headed. She parted her lips, the words sticking for a moment before they slipped out. "Take it off," she breathed, her voice barely audible. Julia's smile grew, her teeth a sharp contrast against the plush red of her lips.
With a flick of her wrist, Julia slid the panties down Sabrina's legs, the fabric catching briefly on the sneakers before falling to the floor with a soft thud. The coolness of the air kissed the exposed skin, sending goosebumps racing across her thighs. Julia stepped back to appreciate the view, her eyes feasting on the bare pussy and ass that lay before her.
Julia's mouth watered at the sight of the sweet, delicate flesh, and she couldn't resist the urge to taste. She dropped to her knees, the leather of her gloves making a soft sound against the carpet as she approached her prize. The smell of Sabrina's arousal was intoxicating, and she took a moment to breathe it in before diving in.
Her tongue darted out, tracing the delicate folds of the young starlet's pussy. The taste was exquisite, a mix of sweet and salty that made Julia's senses reel. Sabrina gasped, her legs trembling in their bonds as the first wave of pleasure hit her. Julia's tongue was a masterful artist, painting a picture of passion across her sensitive skin.
But she knew the night was just beginning. Julia abruptly stopped her ministrations and stood, the sudden absence of her touch leaving Sabrina panting. Julia walked across the room with a predatory grace, the sound of her heels clicking against the hardwood floor the only sound in the otherwise silent room.
Julia rolled over a large saddle style vibrator, similar to a Sybian with the dildo next to the vibrator, its smooth curves gleaming in the candlelight. "Now," she said, her voice a silky promise, "it's time for the real show to begin."
She felt a thrill of excitement as Julia guided her into place, positioning the toy between her legs. The coolness of the leather sent a shiver down her spine as she felt the tip of the dildo press against her wetness. "Ready?" Julia asked, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Sabrina took a deep breath, the air thick with the scent of wax and desire. "Yes," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Julia's hands were firm as they pushed her legs apart wider, the saddle vibrator fitting snugly against her. She could feel the power of it, the promise of what was to come.
Julia leaned in, her breath hot against Sabrina's ear. "Count to three, darling, and then sit." The words were a command, a gentle nudge into the abyss of pleasure. Sabrina's heart hammered in her chest as she began to count, her muscles tightening in anticipation. "One..." she paused, feeling the dildo's tip nudging at her entrance. "Two..." The room spun around her, the candlelight playing tricks with the shadows. "Three."
With a gasp, she lowered herself onto the vibrator, the leather saddle molding to her body as the dildo slid deep inside her. Julia's hands held her steady, her grip firm but comforting. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of fullness and pressure that made her toes curl inside her sneakers.
As the vibrations began to pulse through her, she couldn't help the soft whine that escaped her lips. It was so gentle, so faint that she almost didn't realize it was there, a mere tickle compared to the intense pleasure she knew Julia was capable of. "Is this...?" she began, her voice trailing off as Julia chuckled.
"Just a warm-up, darling," Julia said, her voice a sweet promise of torment. She turned the vibrator to the lowest setting, and the buzz grew louder, the sensation stronger. It was a tease, a mere whisper of the storm to come.
As Sabrina settled into the pleasure, Julia bent her legs behind her, lifting them until her sneaker-clad soles were face up. She locked each ankle into a small individual restraint. The position was forcing the dildo deeper inside of her and the vibrations pulsing through her made it difficult to focus on anything but the building need in her core.
"Do you know why I asked you to wear these?" Julia inquired, her voice a mix of amusement and anticipation. She tapped the side of one of the sneakers, the sound echoing through the room.
Sabrina, lost in the building symphony of pleasure, could barely form coherent thoughts, let alone words. "Mm, no," she murmured, her voice strained with the effort.
Julia's laugh was low and wicked. "Well my dear," she said, her voice a caress that seemed to stroke Sabrina's very soul. "The sweat and heat from your feet, trapped in those sneakers, makes the sensations so much more intense."
Sabrina's confusion grew as she felt Julia's fingers trace the edge of her sneaker. "What do you mean?" she managed to ask, her voice a breathless whisper.
Julia leaned in, her breath hot against Sabrina's ear. "I'm going to tickle your feet, Sabrina," she purred, the words a dark promise that sent a thrill of fear through the young starlet's body.
Sabrina's feet began to squirm in their restraints, a silent protest that went unheard. The vibrations from the vibrating portion beside the dildo grew stronger against Sabrina's exposed clit as Julia turned the intensity up to 3 out of 10. Each pulse sending a ripple of pleasure through her body. Julia's fingers began unlacing Sabrina's white Nikes, making her new playmates toes curl and her body tense...
To be continued
Sabrina gets an intro to Julia's Gallery.
Julia's office was a sanctuary of the macabre, adorned with art that whispered dark secrets from the shadows. She studied the time, her heart racing as she contemplated the delicious encounter to come. The clock ticked away the minutes, each second bringing her closer to the moment she'd have those sweet size 6 feet at her mercy.
Her eyes fell upon a series of black and white photographs on the wall, capturing the agonized faces of her past victims. Each twitch and giggle, every desperate plea for mercy, had been immortalized in the stark contrast of the images. They served as a silent testament to her prowess, a visual pattern of tickling torment that she knew Sabrina would soon join.
The sound of a doorbell pierced the quiet, jolting Julia back to reality. Her heart skipped a beat as she checked the security cam, confirming it was indeed the girl of the hour. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she composed herself. This was it, the moment she'd been waiting for.
Sabrina Carpenter walked in, dressed casually in a white form-fitting t-shirt and blue jeans, just as Julia had instructed. The young starlet looked around the gallery, her eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of apprehension. She had no idea what she was in for, but Julia could see the excitement dancing in her pupils.
Julia glided over, extending a hand in greeting, her leather gloves a stark contrast against the pristine white walls. "Welcome, Sabrina," she purred, her eyes never leaving the girl's socks and sneakers. "I'm so glad you could make it. Tell me, do any of the pieces here particularly speak to you?"
Sabrina's gaze swept over the photographs, the contorted faces of the women in them sending a shiver down her spine. She pointed to one, a young brunette with her mouth open in a silent scream, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. "What's the story behind these?" she asked, her voice a soft melody of curiosity.
Julia's smile was enigmatic, her eyes gleaming with a knowing look. "Ah, my dear," she said, stepping closer to the wall, "These are moments of pure, unbridled pleasure. You see, I have a gift for finding a woman's most sensitive spot and bringing it to life." She let the words hang in the air, her gaze lingering on Sabrina's feet, which were currently tucked safely inside her sneakers.
Sabrina felt a flutter in her stomach, her own curiosity piqued. "What kind of spot?" she questioned, her voice barely above a whisper. Julia's eyes met hers, and for a brief moment, she thought she could see the answer there, but it was gone as quickly as it had come. "Well, let's just say it's an area of the body that most people ignore. But in my hands, it can be the gateway to ecstasy."
Her heart racing, Sabrina found herself drawn to the art, the way the woman's face in the photograph seemed to beg for more. Julia's words painted a picture of unimaginable pleasure, and she couldn't help but wonder if she too could experience such intensity.
Julia noticed the curiosity in Sabrina's eyes and took it as a sign to move forward with her plan. She reached into the drawer of her desk and pulled out a black silk blindfold, the material as smooth as a lover's caress. "Are you ready to see for yourself, darling?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper that seemed to fill the room.
Sabrina's heart thudded in her chest, but she nodded, a thrill of excitement mingling with a hint of trepidation. Julia's confidence was infectious, and she found herself eager to experience the unknown. With a dramatic flourish, Julia approached her, the blindfold held out like a sacred offering.
"Good," Julia murmured, her voice low and seductive. She leaned in, the scent of her expensive perfume filling the air as she gently secured the blindfold over Sabrina's eyes. The sudden darkness was disorienting, but it only served to heighten her senses, making the sound of Julia's footsteps on the cold tile floor feel like thunder in her ears.
Julia's hands were on her before she could even register the movement, her fingertips tracing a fiery path along Sabrina's neck, sending shivers down her spine. Her breath hitched as Julia's mouth found the tender skin just behind her ear, her teeth grazing lightly as she whispered, "You're going to love this, I promise."
Sabrina nodded, her body a live wire of need. The days without release had left her desperate, her thoughts consumed by a gnawing hunger for pleasure. She'd never experienced anything like what Julia was promising, but she was more than willing to take the plunge into the unknown.
Julia took her hand, her grip firm yet gentle as she led Sabrina through the gallery. The air grew thick with tension, each step echoing through the vast space. They arrived at a door at the back of the room, painted the same stark white as the walls. Julia opened it, revealing a chamber that was a stark contrast to the art-filled space they'd just left. The walls were a deep, velvety red, and the floor was covered in plush black carpet that swallowed their footsteps.
"Welcome to my playroom," Julia said, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down Sabrina's spine. The room was dimly lit with candles, casting flickering shadows across the ceiling. In the center, suspended from chains attached to the high ceiling, were a pair of black leather cuffs, beckoning like a lover's embrace. Julia guided Sabrina to the center of the room, her pulse racing with excitement.
"Arms up, Sabrina," Julia instructed, her leather-covered hands reaching out to gently guide the starlet's wrists towards the cuffs. The cold metal kissed her skin, sending a thrill through her body as Julia secured her in place. The feeling of being bound was both terrifying and thrilling, a delicious mix of vulnerability and anticipation.
Julia stepped back to admire her work, her eyes lingering on the way the leather contrasted with the softness of Sabrina's skin. She circled her prey, her steps deliberate and calculated. "Now, let's get you more comfortable," she said, her voice a dark melody that resonated in the confined space.
Her gaze fell to Sabrina's stomach, the fabric of her shirt stretching taut over the taut muscles beneath. With a wicked smile, she leaned in and whispered, "Wouldn't it be a shame if you were ticklish?" Her words were a gentle tease, a promise of things to come. Her fingers hovered just above the navel, the air crackling with the unspoken question.
Sabrina's laugh was nervous, a delicious sound that sent a shiver of excitement through Julia. "I, uh, I don't know," she replied, her voice betraying her. Julia's smile grew, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She knew the pop star had no idea the depths of tickling torment she was about to endure.
With a swift, practiced motion, Julia unbuttoned the top button of Sabrina's jeans, her gaze never leaving the blindfolded singer's face. The zipper followed, the sound echoing in the room like the opening act of a play. She slid her hands down the denim, feeling the soft warmth of the fabric as it gave way to bare skin. The jeans were loose enough that she could shimmy them down, the waistband brushing against the laces of the sneakers without untying them.
"Spread your legs," Julia murmured, her voice a siren's call. Sabrina complied, her legs quivering slightly as they parted. The anticipation was palpable, a tangible force that seemed to pulse through the air. Julia stepped closer, her leather-covered fingers tracing the outline of the crotch of Sabrina's panties, feeling the heat emanating from beneath.
With a gentle touch, Julia began to massage the fabric, her movements slow and deliberate. The young starlet's breath hitched, her body responding instinctively to the unfamiliar sensation. Julia could feel the wetness seeping through the material, a testament to Sabrina's arousal. The room grew hotter, the air thick with desire as Julia's hands moved in tantalizing circles, teasing the sensitive skin.
"Tell me to take it off," Julia whispered, her voice a silken thread of temptation. Sabrina's cheeks flushed, but she remained silent, the anticipation building like a storm waiting to break. Julia leaned in closer, her breath warm against Sabrina's ear. "Say it," she urged, her voice a seductive whisper.
Sabrina's heart was racing, the thrill of the unknown making her feel light-headed. She parted her lips, the words sticking for a moment before they slipped out. "Take it off," she breathed, her voice barely audible. Julia's smile grew, her teeth a sharp contrast against the plush red of her lips.
With a flick of her wrist, Julia slid the panties down Sabrina's legs, the fabric catching briefly on the sneakers before falling to the floor with a soft thud. The coolness of the air kissed the exposed skin, sending goosebumps racing across her thighs. Julia stepped back to appreciate the view, her eyes feasting on the bare pussy and ass that lay before her.
Julia's mouth watered at the sight of the sweet, delicate flesh, and she couldn't resist the urge to taste. She dropped to her knees, the leather of her gloves making a soft sound against the carpet as she approached her prize. The smell of Sabrina's arousal was intoxicating, and she took a moment to breathe it in before diving in.
Her tongue darted out, tracing the delicate folds of the young starlet's pussy. The taste was exquisite, a mix of sweet and salty that made Julia's senses reel. Sabrina gasped, her legs trembling in their bonds as the first wave of pleasure hit her. Julia's tongue was a masterful artist, painting a picture of passion across her sensitive skin.
But she knew the night was just beginning. Julia abruptly stopped her ministrations and stood, the sudden absence of her touch leaving Sabrina panting. Julia walked across the room with a predatory grace, the sound of her heels clicking against the hardwood floor the only sound in the otherwise silent room.
Julia rolled over a large saddle style vibrator, similar to a Sybian with the dildo next to the vibrator, its smooth curves gleaming in the candlelight. "Now," she said, her voice a silky promise, "it's time for the real show to begin."
She felt a thrill of excitement as Julia guided her into place, positioning the toy between her legs. The coolness of the leather sent a shiver down her spine as she felt the tip of the dildo press against her wetness. "Ready?" Julia asked, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Sabrina took a deep breath, the air thick with the scent of wax and desire. "Yes," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Julia's hands were firm as they pushed her legs apart wider, the saddle vibrator fitting snugly against her. She could feel the power of it, the promise of what was to come.
Julia leaned in, her breath hot against Sabrina's ear. "Count to three, darling, and then sit." The words were a command, a gentle nudge into the abyss of pleasure. Sabrina's heart hammered in her chest as she began to count, her muscles tightening in anticipation. "One..." she paused, feeling the dildo's tip nudging at her entrance. "Two..." The room spun around her, the candlelight playing tricks with the shadows. "Three."
With a gasp, she lowered herself onto the vibrator, the leather saddle molding to her body as the dildo slid deep inside her. Julia's hands held her steady, her grip firm but comforting. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of fullness and pressure that made her toes curl inside her sneakers.
As the vibrations began to pulse through her, she couldn't help the soft whine that escaped her lips. It was so gentle, so faint that she almost didn't realize it was there, a mere tickle compared to the intense pleasure she knew Julia was capable of. "Is this...?" she began, her voice trailing off as Julia chuckled.
"Just a warm-up, darling," Julia said, her voice a sweet promise of torment. She turned the vibrator to the lowest setting, and the buzz grew louder, the sensation stronger. It was a tease, a mere whisper of the storm to come.
As Sabrina settled into the pleasure, Julia bent her legs behind her, lifting them until her sneaker-clad soles were face up. She locked each ankle into a small individual restraint. The position was forcing the dildo deeper inside of her and the vibrations pulsing through her made it difficult to focus on anything but the building need in her core.
"Do you know why I asked you to wear these?" Julia inquired, her voice a mix of amusement and anticipation. She tapped the side of one of the sneakers, the sound echoing through the room.
Sabrina, lost in the building symphony of pleasure, could barely form coherent thoughts, let alone words. "Mm, no," she murmured, her voice strained with the effort.
Julia's laugh was low and wicked. "Well my dear," she said, her voice a caress that seemed to stroke Sabrina's very soul. "The sweat and heat from your feet, trapped in those sneakers, makes the sensations so much more intense."
Sabrina's confusion grew as she felt Julia's fingers trace the edge of her sneaker. "What do you mean?" she managed to ask, her voice a breathless whisper.
Julia leaned in, her breath hot against Sabrina's ear. "I'm going to tickle your feet, Sabrina," she purred, the words a dark promise that sent a thrill of fear through the young starlet's body.
Sabrina's feet began to squirm in their restraints, a silent protest that went unheard. The vibrations from the vibrating portion beside the dildo grew stronger against Sabrina's exposed clit as Julia turned the intensity up to 3 out of 10. Each pulse sending a ripple of pleasure through her body. Julia's fingers began unlacing Sabrina's white Nikes, making her new playmates toes curl and her body tense...
To be continued
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