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It was a crisp winter’s day, sunny but with just enough of a chill in the air to make the hot chocolate and mulled wine extra nice for the many patrons of the Christmas Fete. It was a strange amusement park that held events like this every year! Eccentric and charming, it was as far away from those dreary Christmas villages’ that overcharged people with more money than sense. There were stalls that sold trinkets and nick-nacks from every country’s unique and charming winter celebrations along with all sorts of fun games and activities.
There was one stall that held Ellie’s rapt attention. There were people in cheerful elf costumes who seemed to be locking people in a set of stocks and tickling them! She had watched them get a woman up on stage and was certain this would be like that re-enactment faire she went to. They seemed to imply the stocks gave electric shocks and had the woman sign some sort of waiver but Ellie was certain there was trickery afoot
Silently the tall brunette flexed her toes in her Birkenstock sandals and watched with eye’s wide open, she deeply hoped there would be tickling involved! Ellie always wore sandals, even in the winter, her feet were immune to cold but extremely ticklish. She had a rolled up pair of thick black sock in a pocket in case her feet got too cold but for now she enjoyed the breeze around her toes. Ellie secretly dreamed of being softly tickled or having her feet worshipped by her subjects; commanding them to lick every bit of honey from her slender delicate toes, and liked to walk barefoot at the beach or through long tickly grass to satisfy her cravings. Ellie had a macabre fascination with tickling and medieval stocks that she kept to herself; her deepest fantasies being tickled on a rack in a medieval dungeon or punishing pretty woman who frustrated with all of the other dungeon maidens, these were her deep dark fantasies that frightened even her slightly.
At 5’9” in her long dresses Ellie received less attention than other women; despite being pretty with her pale skin and dark brown straight hair, during the summer that was! In the winter her bare sandaled feet and painted toes gave her curious looks interspersed with the occasional hungry stare. Ellie sort-of liked the attention, despite being terribly shy she would often use her feet to play with her sandals when she noticed someone paying rapt-attention to her pale, perfect feet. Normally people just paid no attention to her, especially at work where she wasn’t allowed to wear sandals and had to wear shoes, or foot-prisons! As she thought of them. Ellie smiled as the elves began tickling the woman in the stocks, she secretly hoped that woman would get tickled for a long time and that she would get to see lots of other women get tickled.
The woman in the stocks was a redhead in her early 40’s who wore a red dress with black nylons and boots, made perfect with a Santa’s hat and festive snowflake earrings. The poor woman had thought the elves’ chair was something that would deliver electric shocks. The look on her face when the elves had started tickling her sides had been a picture. Better yet was when they told her she had to hold onto the bar above her head for five minutes, or else not only would she not win a prize; they would keep her and tickle her for even longer. So far the woman was taking it in good fun but it was apparent that she was very ticklish and wanted to escape but was too nervous to try.
The women performing as elves wore sexy green costumes with red and white stripy tights, alluring enough to get attention but not too much to offend those who wanted a ‘family’ friendly experience. The redhead tried desperately to hold onto the bar she had grasped through two large holes in a set of wooden stocks above her seat, she was obviously extremely ticklish all along her sides and screamed with laughter and squirmed. Six of the elves worked to remove her boots as four others tickled her sides, the six had fun sneakily tickling her knees and thighs whenever they could whilst the four teased her neck with feathers and began to explore her tummy and hips.
Ellie watched the redhead curl her toes in her freshly exposed nylons that almost seemed to steam slightly as her red socks were stripped away. With her high arches and cute toes revealed the woman began to beg;
“No! please not my feet too!” From her tone it was obviously she was extremely ticklish but was trying to be a good sport, her family and friends were watching in the crowd and laughing occasionally shouting taunts.
“Got to win us that blender Kathy!” Her husband shouted as a joke.
The elves began gently exploring Kathy’s nylon-clad soles. The poor redhead hit the roof shaking the stocks as two elves held back her toes so that another four could run their fingertips gently up and down her high arches, fluttering their nails over the usual sweet-spots. Another six remained to torment poor Kathy’s sides; two more had joined in the fun had previously been juggling and joking with the crowd. Kathy was reaching desperation point. The tickling was bad enough but the crowd was getting bigger, any moment now she was sure a teenager would start filming this on their phone! In the audience Ellie was tempted to take her phone out and take some video but was trapped like a rabbit in headlights: ‘was this really happening’ she thought to herself.
Kathy started to laugh and scream more frantically, abandoning any resolve not to let the elves know how ticklish she was. The tickling of her feet was too much, her upper body had been bad but now there were twelve elves surrounding her all tickling and teasing and cooing over her. Kathy was at her breaking point and had turned red in the face. Just as one elf found the sweet spot just above her hips she was pushed over the edge, the cruel performer used two fingers to jiggle wiggle, and dig in to ‘the torture spot’. This sent a direct message of panic to the redhead’s hot central nervous system and she let out a humiliated yet submissive chuckle of laughter as she let go of the bar and tried to curl up in a ball.
Kathy screamed again as she felt the stocks above her trap her arms. She knew she wasn’t supposed to let go of the bar, but previously had no idea how the stocks were supposed to trap her. When bravely climbing in to the chair she had reached through the large holes that were lined with burgundy leather, presumably to stop players hurting themselves. It came as a shock when she felt the leather rapidly expand to grip her wrists. Whether there was some clever device or expanding air cushions behind the leather Kathy didn’t know. All she knew was that she was trapped and ticklish. Her patience was at an end as she flew into a confused cackling rage;
“NOOO LET ME GO!!!!! GET ME OUT OF THIS THING!!!! TICKLE ME!!!! GET ME OUT OF THIS THING!!! DON’T!!! STOP!!!.... IT TICKLES SO MUCH!!! I CAN’T TAKE IT!!!! LET ME OUT!!!! I…. TICKLE ME!!!! I CAN’T MOVE AT ALL!!!!!”
The crowd roared in laughter loving the way she was clearly having fun! She was smiling and laughing so she must be enjoying herself. A few joked that she was asking to be tickled by the way she said ‘don’t and ‘stop’ together and the way her laughter stole the word “don’t” so that she actually said ‘tickle me’.
“Wait is she trapped in that thing now?!” Kathy’s husband asked, a little concerned but still with a big smile on his red faced cheeks.
“For now! She can have another go at winning the blender if you want! Although she could choose the TV, laptop….” A blonde elf replied.
“I think I will have to get her one of those things for Christmas! She is having more fun than she has had in years!” Kathy’s husband replied, he loved his wife but they had hit a rut some years ago and had kept up appearances despite them both knowing things weren’t right.
Both suffered from a low level depression and it was like something was missing, seeing her get tickled like this made him feel alive and vibrant and not at all possessive, which was odd because he usually hated spotting other men steal glances at his wife’s leg and chest. It was as if there was some kind of magic in the air….
The elves slowed their torment and whispered to Kathy;
“We are going to tickle your feet now! If you can keep them still we will let you go and you get a prize. If you move your heels off the bar we will collect you as our prize, and we will tickle you for ever and ever and ever!”
“No please!” Kathy whispered submissively, a woman in the crowd wearing sandals had caught her eye and this tiny detail reminded her of the many eyes watching her. Ellie’s eyes took every detail in from the deep burgundy of the leather around the foot holes of the stocks to the slight variations in the elves’ costumes.
“If you don’t want to play nod your head and if you want another chance to win a prize give your head a shake”. A blonde elf whispered to Kathy.
Kathy had just enough focus to spot the blonde’s trap and nodded her head.
“Good news everyone! Kathy here has just agreed to play another little game. She just nodded and you all saw it!” The blonde elf declared to the crowd’s approval and Kathy’s horror, explaining the rules of the new game to the crowd as her fellow performer’s prepared their contestant.
A metal bar was inserted into two sockets in the ankle stocks, the flat metal attachments going ‘click’ as the workings came together. The elves grinned as they held Kathy’s legs and feet such that the bar rested gently under Kathy’s heels such that the gentle pressure from the presence kept it in place. Kathy could feel that the bar under her heels wanted to move up and towards the stocks just slightly from the ominous sensations coming from her sensitive heels.
“If you so much as flinch, your ankles will be trapped just like your wrists!” a brunette elf whispered cruelly in Kathy’s ear with a cheerful smile. This elf seemed to be the second in command after the blonde elf who spoke to the crowd using a headset to explain the rules and her the ‘trigger bar’ worked; “All the proud work of our resident Scottish elf!” she added gesturing to a ginger-haired elf with glasses and a tartan elf costume who raised a hand in acknowledgement whilst fine- tuning some dials attached to the gears within the stocks.
Kathy wanted to beg the elves that she didn’t want to play their silly game but the words just wouldn’t come to her for some strange reason, instead she just sat in the stocks and flexed and curled her toes. Ellie watched the older woman’s feet in awe, she looked after her own feet with pride and secretly liked stealing lances of pretty female feet. Ellie didn’t think the woman’s toenails were painted but Ellie could tell even from a distance that the older woman; ‘Kathy’ as the red faced man had called her, maintained her toenails. Ellie could also see that there was not a callous on her heels or the balls of her feet, ‘maybe she is in on it’ Ellie thought, admiring how well she looked after her feet. Best of all the woman’s arches were deep and curvy, the winter sun shimmering on the sheer nylon that clung to her sensitive soles.
A part of Ellie wanted to be on stage to tickle the poor woman and another part of her secretly wondered what it was like to get tickled in the stocks. She had been tickled in a set of stocks at a renfaire by man wearing costume once, but it had only lasted a few seconds. As much as his rough calloused fingertips had tickled terribly, and the people watching made her want the ground to open up swallow her; Ellie had been kind of disappointment when it stopped and she was set free. Watching the luscious scenes of torment in front of her Ellie was sure being tickled by these sexy women in elf costumes would be worse. All of the elves were skilled ticklers and the way they moved around their prize like smoke made Ellie’s entire body tingle.
Kathy bit her lip as the first gentle touches began. To begin with only two of the elves tickled her soles with gentle fingertip touches as the others laughed and joked with the crowd. A giant festive hourglass was produced for Kathy and the crowd to see, the first one from her upper body ordeal still contained sand trickling through and the elves joked that she should be made to wait until it finished before her five minutes began and the crowd roared in approval. Kathy was conscious of her ample breasts heaving with each breath as she tried to regain her composure. She could see her husband laughing and smiling and felt a strange warm tingle that she had not felt for years, her mind flooded with the memories of their early courtship before years of aggravation at the minor stresses and strains the outside world put on them both, the time that he tickled her by the fireplace one Christmas floated into her mind from the depths of her memory. She felt both warm and flushed as more elves began tickling her all over;
“No don’t!” Kathy protested submissively as tickling fingers explored her knees, lower legs and thighs.
Three elves cruelly giggled, wiggling their finger close to Kathy’s most ticklish spots that had been identified earlier. They didn’t actually touch her yet but the prospect of further torment was more than she could bear. Kathy’s heels slipped off the bar seconds before the hourglass ran out. Frantically Kathy struggled as she felt her ankles grasped by the same burgundy leather. The crowd applauded all except for Ellie who had abandoned her shame and started trying to sneakily snap a few pictures at least, her phone didn’t seem to want to take videos for some strange reason. Ellie desperately wanted a record that this had really happened and wasn’t a dream, she didn’t want to miss or forget a single detail; from the subtle details on the sexy elves’ costume to the rich deep burgundy that lined the holes of the stocks, it was like a handbag she owned and not the old worn-out burgundy of hot-water bottles. As Ellie abandoned her efforts and slipped her phone away the blonde elf addresses the crowd;
“Do you think she deserves another try?!”
The crowd roared a thunderous: YES!!!
Kathy blushed at the sight of the crowd which was growing ever larger, she thought she saw some people trying to take pictures on their phones; as deep as her humiliation was her desire to free herself was greater. They never seemed to hold up their phones for long though, they would try for a while, frown and then put their phones away. Kathy tried to scream, tried to struggle but her body was growing weary as her mind was being tickled into submission. She could hear individual voices from the crowd;
“Oh my God! I would just die!” One woman said.
“I can’t believe she volunteered for this!” A young man smirked.
“Silly woman! What was she trying to prove!” A grey haired woman cackled
“No, she must be an actress” One voice added.
Kathy’s heart stopped as her mind raced, how long could they keep her here?! The crowd wouldn’t try and save her and her husband was laughing with a big silly smile on his face, he wasn’t usually as gregarious as this! He made jokes but was rarely this merry and jovial. Still he was her only hope!
“Brian!” Kathy cried out in desperation, half hoping that her husband would leap on the stage heroically to save her despite spending more than a decade persuading him he didn’t need to do things like that.
“It’s okay, Dear! I will get you some stocks for Christmas!” Brian cheerfully replied, raising his mug of mulled wine.
The crowd laughed, Brian laughed, Kathy laughed as the elves resumed tickling her. The elves held her struggling legs and feet as the Scottish elf worked the mechanism to released Kathy’s ankles, the air cushions were emptied and the trigger for the bar was re-primed by a Scottish elf with small glasses.
“You see, I told you they must use air cushions dear!” A male voice from the audience opined.
As the elves positioned themselves by their favourite spots, a brunette elf began whispering in Kathy’s ear;
“You can cry out to your husband as much as you like but we are not going to stop torturing you! We might even get him up here to help!”
“He wouldn’t do that!” Kathy protested weakly.
“But you want him to do that!” The brunette elf replied, stopping Kathy’s mind its tracks:
‘It was true! She wanted her husband to give her a good dose of tickle-torture’… In private though! Not on the stage like this! As her eyes grew wide in realisation another elf whispered in Kathy’s ear;
“We spend all day torturing and teasing pretty little temptress and sultry vixens and today should be a good one! We might just keep you on display for as long as possible!....”
“….Because we know you like it!” A third elf with pigtails concluded, giving Kathy’s rock-hard nipples a cunning tweak with her fingertips for a quick second as her own body temporarily blocked the audiences’ view.
“No please!” Kathy begged, as her tormentors teased her, the blonde elf had been addressing the crowd which had grown even larger. Kathy had been dimly aware of her arousal and excitement for a while, due to both her hardening nipples and her ever moistening panties: ‘could she orgasm just from being tickled?’ She thought to herself. Kathy couldn’t remember the last time she had climaxed and found the prospect of being taken to ecstasy here in front of all these people both terrifying and humiliating. She wiggled her toes in their nylons to Ellie’s utter delight who watched from the audience transfixed.
With some ceremony the giant hourglass was turned over and Kathy’s torment commenced. The elves tickled her one at a time randomly so that she glanced around frantically never knowing which one of her tormentors would deliver the next few seconds of tickling. Desperately Kathy tried to focus on using her heels to keep the bar in place whilst being teased this way, it was impossible for her not to glance from grinning elf face to grinning elf face as the leered and loomed each loving the way this cruel game made their victim panic.
Then two or three elves at her feet decided to start gently teasing her sexy nylon clad soles with their fingertips non-stop, these sexy soles deserved torment! It was apparent that even these gentle touches were almost more than the poor redhead could bear and her legs trembled as she fought the urge to just see if she could cheat the cruel tickle trap and just yank her feet backwards to freedom.
As two elves started teasing the backs of her outstretched knees Kathy could take no more and instinctively pulled away to try and ease her torment. Between her sheer nylons and her extreme sensitive having something or someone gently tease the back of her outstretched knees was unbearable. Kathy’s heart sank as she felt the terrible leather grip her ankles once more. Worst of all the Scottish elf adjusted the stocks so that they stretched her knees out taut once more, the stocks were only moved around a half inch away from her but the resulting pull on her legs made it plain how vulnerable she was and that two of the elves had a new favourite spot. Gently the two grinning elves continued to run their fingertips gently under her outstretched knees.
“Oh wow! Failure at four minutes plus! I wouldn’t like to be in your shoes now sweetie!... Or out of them!” The blonde elf declared to the crowd’s approval.
Kathy had only half heard that she would be punished for the remaining time on the hourglass, the other elves teasing her verbally had distracted her from what the blonde elf was saying to the crowd. Before she could protest, all of the elves just dug in to torment her ticklish body. There was no build up, no command each one just hungrily began tormenting their prize with experienced hands that had quickly found her worst spots. The only reprieve was when one of the performers would step back to wave a giant feather around to entertain the crowd with exaggerated movements that kept the thin veneer of comedy over what was actually unbearable torture. Since the crowd was enjoying the show the elves wanted their audience to be able to see so they had to limit their number to only ten or twelve at once, rather than the twenty or so who seemed to circulate between tormenting Kathy and keeping the crowd jovial and merry.
Carefully judging the way the crowd relished their victim’s torment the kinky elves applied two small leather buckles to both of Kathy’s big toes pulling her feet back towards the stocks, stretching her arches taut and preventing her from struggling. Within seconds they had pushed two small pieces of elastic into the warm moist folds of their victim's nylons around her pinky-toes and truly trapped her feet, all of her toes were splayed out as a result. Kathy wiggled her middle three toes in their nylons desperate for the freedom of any movement at all as her torture continued unabated. Ellie couldn’t believe her eyes, she had never dreamed of something as kinky as tying back toes: being too shy to investigate her fetish online. She tried again to get some video on her phone but it just wouldn’t work!
Brian meanwhile was less pleased, he had spotted some people trying to use their phones to take pictures and videos of his wife in her kinky torment and his old jealousy had flared up. He tried to explain through his returning stutter that they probably shouldn’t or couldn’t and started to become annoyed with the young oik who just said; “yeah my phone’s not working anyway mate!...”
Sensing trouble, the blonde elf caught his eye and beckoned towards him. It was strange, all the anger just melted away and before he knew it, he was stood on the stage being interviewed by the blonde elf who was obviously in charge of this thing;
“So this is your wife!” The blonde elf asked, holding up a microphone that had been clipped to her belt.
“Yes indeedy!” Brian answered, not at all aware he had just been hypnotised. The crowd just found his reactions funny as the interview continued;
“And she is very ticklish!”
“Obviously!”
“You like that!”
“Absolutely!”
…..“He has got to be in on it!” Another voice from the crowd opined.
“…And you would like to tickle her?” The blonde elf asked sweetly.
“You betcha!...” Brian replied cheerfully.
…..“You see! Him too!” The voice from the crowd added.
Before he knew it Brian had settled in at his beautiful wife’s soles and was being instructed on how to best tickle her helpless nylon-clad arches with just the right amount of pressure to drive her crazy. The two elves giving him a tutorial used their sharp nails too and suggested he grew his out. The elves were young and sexy but Brian only had eyes for his wife, it was like he was seeing her for the first time in years. The elves gave him a set of fake nails that could be attached to his fingertips or over a set of textured rubber finger-tippers, the kind secretaries used to use. Brian dreamed of using these on his wife’s bare soles after dressing her up as a sexy secretary. These were to be the first of many gifts from the elves.
The other elves had their fun with Kathy’s legs and upper body and continued to keep the crowd entertained and in the mood to see their victim get tortured. It was the camp-comedy element that kept the crowd laughing merrily and watching the show, increasingly certain the husband and wife on stage were actors too. The elves used giant feathers and candy canes that seemed to tickle poor Kathy, the crowd couldn’t quite see the vibrating hairbrushes and flosser type devices concealed within these but enjoyed watching her squeal. Several times one of the elves would sneak over to the hourglass and jokingly turn it over when it was about three quarters empty, their cosmetically exaggerated gestures and movements kept the audience certain this was all part of the pantomime.
Only Ellie and a few others watched the entire show, being utterly transfixed and astounded at the delicious torture the poor woman suffered. Ellie had noticed a couple of guys as well as a woman wearing a black bourka but her attention was focused on the stage. Ellie scrunched her toes in her worn, comfortable Birkenstocks as she imagined her toes being tied back in the same manner as the woman on stage. Ellie also noticed how people came and went, one couple who returned after getting drinks even said;
“Oh they have put her back in the stocks again! They must have actors who get tickled on rotation!”
Ellie’s eyes widened as she heard this, she had glanced at the smiles on the two men’s faces and understood the true horror being in the stocks herself could be. No-one from the crowd would stop it because they either wanted to see more or would just leave after a short while. A part of her was horrified but another part was excited both by the delicious scenes of torment and the prospect that there were other people like her!
Brian and Kathy’s friends had slunk away to get more drinks, some secretly not wanting to be ‘volunteered’ to go next. People lose track of time when they are having fun and Kathy’s torment went on for longer than any of them realised as they merrily chatted and sipped hot chocolate and mulled wine. Brian meanwhile was entranced tickling his wife, receiving a full tutorial in every ticklish spot and technique from the little divot in her slender elbows all the way down to the tips of her ever-so-ticklish toes. At the end of her time on stage the elves played their last trick as the hourglass was finally allowed to run out. Brian moved away with the many elves who he chatted with like old friends.
“Do you want us to let you down?” The blonde elf asked.
“Yes get me down!” Kathy begged her head swimming.
“Very well!” The blonde elf answered, pulling on a comically large handle to one side of the stage, it was the kind that changed train tracks in old movies but decorated festively to look like the North-pole in a children’s cartoon.
Suddenly the stocks began to slowly lower with Kathy in them, they descended down into the stage. Some members of the crowd laughed at this, others were surprised. Kathy struggled with a panicked look on her face. From the terror in her eyes Ellie knew the redhead had not been expecting this.
“Okay so what exactly have you just done with my wife?” Brian asked, blinking as if the sun had just hit his eyes.
“We will have her back to you in a moment poppet!” The petite elf with pigtails chirped.
“Okay, but…. What?” Brian stumbled, the fog clearing from his mind as he began to wonder what he was doing on stage and whether he had really just been publicly tickling his wife.
“It’s all part of the show sweetie, don’t you worry….” A sexy elf with ebony skin and corn-rows under her Santa hat replied.
Suddenly the crowd burst into thunderous applause causing Brian to spin around and look behind him. There his beloved Kathy was being unpacked from a large gift-box by two of the sexy elves who held an enormous pair of scissors and a giant fabric bow from the box’s lid. Kathy was smiling in her red dress and black boots. Brian couldn’t understand what had happened, she had been in the stocks only seconds earlier and now her boots and socks were back on and she was smiling and waving to the crowd.
“It’s all part of the show sweetie!” The Ebony skinned elf chimed in teasingly.
Kathy and Brian hugged on stage and the crowd applauded.
“The happy couple everyone! Weren’t they amazing?!” The blonde elf announced into her microphone.
With the exception of Ellie the entire crowd applauded and agreed.
“Is this what you want dear?” Brian asked.
“No my love! This is what I need!” Kathy replied before kissing him deeply.
The blender was forgotten about, as were many of the aspects that didn’t quite make sense. Others were just never examined by the happy couple, especially the car-boot full of bondage gear they took home with them. They politely suggested their friends all share the other car as they wanted to see a relative who lived nearby; the truth being that they needed the back seats down to get the stocks, rack and X-frame home to the love-den they had forgotten was theirs. Their friends laughed and joked about Kathy’s experience at first but then, strangely enough they all seemed to forget about it.
The crowd dispersed happily with the exception of the entranced Ellie who snuck around to try and see how they performed the last trick. The two guys who watched the whole show pretended to leave lurked nearby hoping it would start up again. The elves had gone on a break all except for a few including the Scottish one who tinkered with the stocks, as well as the two lead elves; the blonde and brunette who seemed to be chatting over hot drinks brought to them by the little one with pigtails.
Ellie noticed as the petite elf walked away that her stockings were a mixture of red, white and green rather than just red and white. Something about the petite elf’s legs as she walked made Ellie wish that she would stumble and drop one of her festive black flats. To Ellie’s amazement exactly this happened and she was treated to the sight of the petite elf’s stockinged soles search for her shoe, fumble it and nudge it a few feet away from her. Despite having just watched the red haired vixen get tickle tortured mercilessly Ellie still watched as the petite performer sighed, bent over to pick up her shoe waving her stockinged sole in the air and then proceeded to cross her leg against her other leg as she returned her sole to her foot. It was graceful like a ballet move that gave Ellie a wonderful view of the petite performer’s sole from a number of angles. As the little treat came to an end the elf with pigtails turned to look over her should at Ellie, for a split second Ellie thought she might even wave.
The sudden unexpected eye-contact after the little show made Ellie nervous enough that she thought of going away and coming back. Ellie was shy and timid but she just had to know how they did that last trick and she didn’t think she would be able to figure this out when they started up again which she hoped they would. ‘Was the redhead planted in the audience?’ Ellie wondered; ‘Did she have a twin?’ She tried to be cautious as she got ever closer and closer but suddenly made eye contact with the brunette elf who was pointing at her….
The blonde elf turn gracefully winked at over her shoulder Ellie and whispered;
“Hang around sweetie! You’re up next!” with a wink.
Ellie’s heart skipped a beat, she wasn’t sure if she had heard or lip-read the blonde elf but she felt the urge to turn and run but her legs wouldn’t move. The show started up again and people moved around Ellie who stood almost in a daze. She somehow didn’t even seem to remember watching Kathy get tickled as she put her hand up to volunteer once the elves all danced and juggled for the small crowd began to form, their merry pipe organ music indicating that the fun was about to resume. As Ellie’s sandals were removed and placed in her lap she slowly began to regain her clarity. Her sandals were the kind that could just be slipped off and now the cool breeze tugged at her soft pale arches that had been exposed for the first onlookers to admire.
“No please! Not tickling!” Ellie begged as the first feathers were drawn over her soft bare feet.
To be continued!....
There was one stall that held Ellie’s rapt attention. There were people in cheerful elf costumes who seemed to be locking people in a set of stocks and tickling them! She had watched them get a woman up on stage and was certain this would be like that re-enactment faire she went to. They seemed to imply the stocks gave electric shocks and had the woman sign some sort of waiver but Ellie was certain there was trickery afoot
Silently the tall brunette flexed her toes in her Birkenstock sandals and watched with eye’s wide open, she deeply hoped there would be tickling involved! Ellie always wore sandals, even in the winter, her feet were immune to cold but extremely ticklish. She had a rolled up pair of thick black sock in a pocket in case her feet got too cold but for now she enjoyed the breeze around her toes. Ellie secretly dreamed of being softly tickled or having her feet worshipped by her subjects; commanding them to lick every bit of honey from her slender delicate toes, and liked to walk barefoot at the beach or through long tickly grass to satisfy her cravings. Ellie had a macabre fascination with tickling and medieval stocks that she kept to herself; her deepest fantasies being tickled on a rack in a medieval dungeon or punishing pretty woman who frustrated with all of the other dungeon maidens, these were her deep dark fantasies that frightened even her slightly.
At 5’9” in her long dresses Ellie received less attention than other women; despite being pretty with her pale skin and dark brown straight hair, during the summer that was! In the winter her bare sandaled feet and painted toes gave her curious looks interspersed with the occasional hungry stare. Ellie sort-of liked the attention, despite being terribly shy she would often use her feet to play with her sandals when she noticed someone paying rapt-attention to her pale, perfect feet. Normally people just paid no attention to her, especially at work where she wasn’t allowed to wear sandals and had to wear shoes, or foot-prisons! As she thought of them. Ellie smiled as the elves began tickling the woman in the stocks, she secretly hoped that woman would get tickled for a long time and that she would get to see lots of other women get tickled.
The woman in the stocks was a redhead in her early 40’s who wore a red dress with black nylons and boots, made perfect with a Santa’s hat and festive snowflake earrings. The poor woman had thought the elves’ chair was something that would deliver electric shocks. The look on her face when the elves had started tickling her sides had been a picture. Better yet was when they told her she had to hold onto the bar above her head for five minutes, or else not only would she not win a prize; they would keep her and tickle her for even longer. So far the woman was taking it in good fun but it was apparent that she was very ticklish and wanted to escape but was too nervous to try.
The women performing as elves wore sexy green costumes with red and white stripy tights, alluring enough to get attention but not too much to offend those who wanted a ‘family’ friendly experience. The redhead tried desperately to hold onto the bar she had grasped through two large holes in a set of wooden stocks above her seat, she was obviously extremely ticklish all along her sides and screamed with laughter and squirmed. Six of the elves worked to remove her boots as four others tickled her sides, the six had fun sneakily tickling her knees and thighs whenever they could whilst the four teased her neck with feathers and began to explore her tummy and hips.
Ellie watched the redhead curl her toes in her freshly exposed nylons that almost seemed to steam slightly as her red socks were stripped away. With her high arches and cute toes revealed the woman began to beg;
“No! please not my feet too!” From her tone it was obviously she was extremely ticklish but was trying to be a good sport, her family and friends were watching in the crowd and laughing occasionally shouting taunts.
“Got to win us that blender Kathy!” Her husband shouted as a joke.
The elves began gently exploring Kathy’s nylon-clad soles. The poor redhead hit the roof shaking the stocks as two elves held back her toes so that another four could run their fingertips gently up and down her high arches, fluttering their nails over the usual sweet-spots. Another six remained to torment poor Kathy’s sides; two more had joined in the fun had previously been juggling and joking with the crowd. Kathy was reaching desperation point. The tickling was bad enough but the crowd was getting bigger, any moment now she was sure a teenager would start filming this on their phone! In the audience Ellie was tempted to take her phone out and take some video but was trapped like a rabbit in headlights: ‘was this really happening’ she thought to herself.
Kathy started to laugh and scream more frantically, abandoning any resolve not to let the elves know how ticklish she was. The tickling of her feet was too much, her upper body had been bad but now there were twelve elves surrounding her all tickling and teasing and cooing over her. Kathy was at her breaking point and had turned red in the face. Just as one elf found the sweet spot just above her hips she was pushed over the edge, the cruel performer used two fingers to jiggle wiggle, and dig in to ‘the torture spot’. This sent a direct message of panic to the redhead’s hot central nervous system and she let out a humiliated yet submissive chuckle of laughter as she let go of the bar and tried to curl up in a ball.
Kathy screamed again as she felt the stocks above her trap her arms. She knew she wasn’t supposed to let go of the bar, but previously had no idea how the stocks were supposed to trap her. When bravely climbing in to the chair she had reached through the large holes that were lined with burgundy leather, presumably to stop players hurting themselves. It came as a shock when she felt the leather rapidly expand to grip her wrists. Whether there was some clever device or expanding air cushions behind the leather Kathy didn’t know. All she knew was that she was trapped and ticklish. Her patience was at an end as she flew into a confused cackling rage;
“NOOO LET ME GO!!!!! GET ME OUT OF THIS THING!!!! TICKLE ME!!!! GET ME OUT OF THIS THING!!! DON’T!!! STOP!!!.... IT TICKLES SO MUCH!!! I CAN’T TAKE IT!!!! LET ME OUT!!!! I…. TICKLE ME!!!! I CAN’T MOVE AT ALL!!!!!”
The crowd roared in laughter loving the way she was clearly having fun! She was smiling and laughing so she must be enjoying herself. A few joked that she was asking to be tickled by the way she said ‘don’t and ‘stop’ together and the way her laughter stole the word “don’t” so that she actually said ‘tickle me’.
“Wait is she trapped in that thing now?!” Kathy’s husband asked, a little concerned but still with a big smile on his red faced cheeks.
“For now! She can have another go at winning the blender if you want! Although she could choose the TV, laptop….” A blonde elf replied.
“I think I will have to get her one of those things for Christmas! She is having more fun than she has had in years!” Kathy’s husband replied, he loved his wife but they had hit a rut some years ago and had kept up appearances despite them both knowing things weren’t right.
Both suffered from a low level depression and it was like something was missing, seeing her get tickled like this made him feel alive and vibrant and not at all possessive, which was odd because he usually hated spotting other men steal glances at his wife’s leg and chest. It was as if there was some kind of magic in the air….
The elves slowed their torment and whispered to Kathy;
“We are going to tickle your feet now! If you can keep them still we will let you go and you get a prize. If you move your heels off the bar we will collect you as our prize, and we will tickle you for ever and ever and ever!”
“No please!” Kathy whispered submissively, a woman in the crowd wearing sandals had caught her eye and this tiny detail reminded her of the many eyes watching her. Ellie’s eyes took every detail in from the deep burgundy of the leather around the foot holes of the stocks to the slight variations in the elves’ costumes.
“If you don’t want to play nod your head and if you want another chance to win a prize give your head a shake”. A blonde elf whispered to Kathy.
Kathy had just enough focus to spot the blonde’s trap and nodded her head.
“Good news everyone! Kathy here has just agreed to play another little game. She just nodded and you all saw it!” The blonde elf declared to the crowd’s approval and Kathy’s horror, explaining the rules of the new game to the crowd as her fellow performer’s prepared their contestant.
A metal bar was inserted into two sockets in the ankle stocks, the flat metal attachments going ‘click’ as the workings came together. The elves grinned as they held Kathy’s legs and feet such that the bar rested gently under Kathy’s heels such that the gentle pressure from the presence kept it in place. Kathy could feel that the bar under her heels wanted to move up and towards the stocks just slightly from the ominous sensations coming from her sensitive heels.
“If you so much as flinch, your ankles will be trapped just like your wrists!” a brunette elf whispered cruelly in Kathy’s ear with a cheerful smile. This elf seemed to be the second in command after the blonde elf who spoke to the crowd using a headset to explain the rules and her the ‘trigger bar’ worked; “All the proud work of our resident Scottish elf!” she added gesturing to a ginger-haired elf with glasses and a tartan elf costume who raised a hand in acknowledgement whilst fine- tuning some dials attached to the gears within the stocks.
Kathy wanted to beg the elves that she didn’t want to play their silly game but the words just wouldn’t come to her for some strange reason, instead she just sat in the stocks and flexed and curled her toes. Ellie watched the older woman’s feet in awe, she looked after her own feet with pride and secretly liked stealing lances of pretty female feet. Ellie didn’t think the woman’s toenails were painted but Ellie could tell even from a distance that the older woman; ‘Kathy’ as the red faced man had called her, maintained her toenails. Ellie could also see that there was not a callous on her heels or the balls of her feet, ‘maybe she is in on it’ Ellie thought, admiring how well she looked after her feet. Best of all the woman’s arches were deep and curvy, the winter sun shimmering on the sheer nylon that clung to her sensitive soles.
A part of Ellie wanted to be on stage to tickle the poor woman and another part of her secretly wondered what it was like to get tickled in the stocks. She had been tickled in a set of stocks at a renfaire by man wearing costume once, but it had only lasted a few seconds. As much as his rough calloused fingertips had tickled terribly, and the people watching made her want the ground to open up swallow her; Ellie had been kind of disappointment when it stopped and she was set free. Watching the luscious scenes of torment in front of her Ellie was sure being tickled by these sexy women in elf costumes would be worse. All of the elves were skilled ticklers and the way they moved around their prize like smoke made Ellie’s entire body tingle.
Kathy bit her lip as the first gentle touches began. To begin with only two of the elves tickled her soles with gentle fingertip touches as the others laughed and joked with the crowd. A giant festive hourglass was produced for Kathy and the crowd to see, the first one from her upper body ordeal still contained sand trickling through and the elves joked that she should be made to wait until it finished before her five minutes began and the crowd roared in approval. Kathy was conscious of her ample breasts heaving with each breath as she tried to regain her composure. She could see her husband laughing and smiling and felt a strange warm tingle that she had not felt for years, her mind flooded with the memories of their early courtship before years of aggravation at the minor stresses and strains the outside world put on them both, the time that he tickled her by the fireplace one Christmas floated into her mind from the depths of her memory. She felt both warm and flushed as more elves began tickling her all over;
“No don’t!” Kathy protested submissively as tickling fingers explored her knees, lower legs and thighs.
Three elves cruelly giggled, wiggling their finger close to Kathy’s most ticklish spots that had been identified earlier. They didn’t actually touch her yet but the prospect of further torment was more than she could bear. Kathy’s heels slipped off the bar seconds before the hourglass ran out. Frantically Kathy struggled as she felt her ankles grasped by the same burgundy leather. The crowd applauded all except for Ellie who had abandoned her shame and started trying to sneakily snap a few pictures at least, her phone didn’t seem to want to take videos for some strange reason. Ellie desperately wanted a record that this had really happened and wasn’t a dream, she didn’t want to miss or forget a single detail; from the subtle details on the sexy elves’ costume to the rich deep burgundy that lined the holes of the stocks, it was like a handbag she owned and not the old worn-out burgundy of hot-water bottles. As Ellie abandoned her efforts and slipped her phone away the blonde elf addresses the crowd;
“Do you think she deserves another try?!”
The crowd roared a thunderous: YES!!!
Kathy blushed at the sight of the crowd which was growing ever larger, she thought she saw some people trying to take pictures on their phones; as deep as her humiliation was her desire to free herself was greater. They never seemed to hold up their phones for long though, they would try for a while, frown and then put their phones away. Kathy tried to scream, tried to struggle but her body was growing weary as her mind was being tickled into submission. She could hear individual voices from the crowd;
“Oh my God! I would just die!” One woman said.
“I can’t believe she volunteered for this!” A young man smirked.
“Silly woman! What was she trying to prove!” A grey haired woman cackled
“No, she must be an actress” One voice added.
Kathy’s heart stopped as her mind raced, how long could they keep her here?! The crowd wouldn’t try and save her and her husband was laughing with a big silly smile on his face, he wasn’t usually as gregarious as this! He made jokes but was rarely this merry and jovial. Still he was her only hope!
“Brian!” Kathy cried out in desperation, half hoping that her husband would leap on the stage heroically to save her despite spending more than a decade persuading him he didn’t need to do things like that.
“It’s okay, Dear! I will get you some stocks for Christmas!” Brian cheerfully replied, raising his mug of mulled wine.
The crowd laughed, Brian laughed, Kathy laughed as the elves resumed tickling her. The elves held her struggling legs and feet as the Scottish elf worked the mechanism to released Kathy’s ankles, the air cushions were emptied and the trigger for the bar was re-primed by a Scottish elf with small glasses.
“You see, I told you they must use air cushions dear!” A male voice from the audience opined.
As the elves positioned themselves by their favourite spots, a brunette elf began whispering in Kathy’s ear;
“You can cry out to your husband as much as you like but we are not going to stop torturing you! We might even get him up here to help!”
“He wouldn’t do that!” Kathy protested weakly.
“But you want him to do that!” The brunette elf replied, stopping Kathy’s mind its tracks:
‘It was true! She wanted her husband to give her a good dose of tickle-torture’… In private though! Not on the stage like this! As her eyes grew wide in realisation another elf whispered in Kathy’s ear;
“We spend all day torturing and teasing pretty little temptress and sultry vixens and today should be a good one! We might just keep you on display for as long as possible!....”
“….Because we know you like it!” A third elf with pigtails concluded, giving Kathy’s rock-hard nipples a cunning tweak with her fingertips for a quick second as her own body temporarily blocked the audiences’ view.
“No please!” Kathy begged, as her tormentors teased her, the blonde elf had been addressing the crowd which had grown even larger. Kathy had been dimly aware of her arousal and excitement for a while, due to both her hardening nipples and her ever moistening panties: ‘could she orgasm just from being tickled?’ She thought to herself. Kathy couldn’t remember the last time she had climaxed and found the prospect of being taken to ecstasy here in front of all these people both terrifying and humiliating. She wiggled her toes in their nylons to Ellie’s utter delight who watched from the audience transfixed.
With some ceremony the giant hourglass was turned over and Kathy’s torment commenced. The elves tickled her one at a time randomly so that she glanced around frantically never knowing which one of her tormentors would deliver the next few seconds of tickling. Desperately Kathy tried to focus on using her heels to keep the bar in place whilst being teased this way, it was impossible for her not to glance from grinning elf face to grinning elf face as the leered and loomed each loving the way this cruel game made their victim panic.
Then two or three elves at her feet decided to start gently teasing her sexy nylon clad soles with their fingertips non-stop, these sexy soles deserved torment! It was apparent that even these gentle touches were almost more than the poor redhead could bear and her legs trembled as she fought the urge to just see if she could cheat the cruel tickle trap and just yank her feet backwards to freedom.
As two elves started teasing the backs of her outstretched knees Kathy could take no more and instinctively pulled away to try and ease her torment. Between her sheer nylons and her extreme sensitive having something or someone gently tease the back of her outstretched knees was unbearable. Kathy’s heart sank as she felt the terrible leather grip her ankles once more. Worst of all the Scottish elf adjusted the stocks so that they stretched her knees out taut once more, the stocks were only moved around a half inch away from her but the resulting pull on her legs made it plain how vulnerable she was and that two of the elves had a new favourite spot. Gently the two grinning elves continued to run their fingertips gently under her outstretched knees.
“Oh wow! Failure at four minutes plus! I wouldn’t like to be in your shoes now sweetie!... Or out of them!” The blonde elf declared to the crowd’s approval.
Kathy had only half heard that she would be punished for the remaining time on the hourglass, the other elves teasing her verbally had distracted her from what the blonde elf was saying to the crowd. Before she could protest, all of the elves just dug in to torment her ticklish body. There was no build up, no command each one just hungrily began tormenting their prize with experienced hands that had quickly found her worst spots. The only reprieve was when one of the performers would step back to wave a giant feather around to entertain the crowd with exaggerated movements that kept the thin veneer of comedy over what was actually unbearable torture. Since the crowd was enjoying the show the elves wanted their audience to be able to see so they had to limit their number to only ten or twelve at once, rather than the twenty or so who seemed to circulate between tormenting Kathy and keeping the crowd jovial and merry.
Carefully judging the way the crowd relished their victim’s torment the kinky elves applied two small leather buckles to both of Kathy’s big toes pulling her feet back towards the stocks, stretching her arches taut and preventing her from struggling. Within seconds they had pushed two small pieces of elastic into the warm moist folds of their victim's nylons around her pinky-toes and truly trapped her feet, all of her toes were splayed out as a result. Kathy wiggled her middle three toes in their nylons desperate for the freedom of any movement at all as her torture continued unabated. Ellie couldn’t believe her eyes, she had never dreamed of something as kinky as tying back toes: being too shy to investigate her fetish online. She tried again to get some video on her phone but it just wouldn’t work!
Brian meanwhile was less pleased, he had spotted some people trying to use their phones to take pictures and videos of his wife in her kinky torment and his old jealousy had flared up. He tried to explain through his returning stutter that they probably shouldn’t or couldn’t and started to become annoyed with the young oik who just said; “yeah my phone’s not working anyway mate!...”
Sensing trouble, the blonde elf caught his eye and beckoned towards him. It was strange, all the anger just melted away and before he knew it, he was stood on the stage being interviewed by the blonde elf who was obviously in charge of this thing;
“So this is your wife!” The blonde elf asked, holding up a microphone that had been clipped to her belt.
“Yes indeedy!” Brian answered, not at all aware he had just been hypnotised. The crowd just found his reactions funny as the interview continued;
“And she is very ticklish!”
“Obviously!”
“You like that!”
“Absolutely!”
…..“He has got to be in on it!” Another voice from the crowd opined.
“…And you would like to tickle her?” The blonde elf asked sweetly.
“You betcha!...” Brian replied cheerfully.
…..“You see! Him too!” The voice from the crowd added.
Before he knew it Brian had settled in at his beautiful wife’s soles and was being instructed on how to best tickle her helpless nylon-clad arches with just the right amount of pressure to drive her crazy. The two elves giving him a tutorial used their sharp nails too and suggested he grew his out. The elves were young and sexy but Brian only had eyes for his wife, it was like he was seeing her for the first time in years. The elves gave him a set of fake nails that could be attached to his fingertips or over a set of textured rubber finger-tippers, the kind secretaries used to use. Brian dreamed of using these on his wife’s bare soles after dressing her up as a sexy secretary. These were to be the first of many gifts from the elves.
The other elves had their fun with Kathy’s legs and upper body and continued to keep the crowd entertained and in the mood to see their victim get tortured. It was the camp-comedy element that kept the crowd laughing merrily and watching the show, increasingly certain the husband and wife on stage were actors too. The elves used giant feathers and candy canes that seemed to tickle poor Kathy, the crowd couldn’t quite see the vibrating hairbrushes and flosser type devices concealed within these but enjoyed watching her squeal. Several times one of the elves would sneak over to the hourglass and jokingly turn it over when it was about three quarters empty, their cosmetically exaggerated gestures and movements kept the audience certain this was all part of the pantomime.
Only Ellie and a few others watched the entire show, being utterly transfixed and astounded at the delicious torture the poor woman suffered. Ellie had noticed a couple of guys as well as a woman wearing a black bourka but her attention was focused on the stage. Ellie scrunched her toes in her worn, comfortable Birkenstocks as she imagined her toes being tied back in the same manner as the woman on stage. Ellie also noticed how people came and went, one couple who returned after getting drinks even said;
“Oh they have put her back in the stocks again! They must have actors who get tickled on rotation!”
Ellie’s eyes widened as she heard this, she had glanced at the smiles on the two men’s faces and understood the true horror being in the stocks herself could be. No-one from the crowd would stop it because they either wanted to see more or would just leave after a short while. A part of her was horrified but another part was excited both by the delicious scenes of torment and the prospect that there were other people like her!
Brian and Kathy’s friends had slunk away to get more drinks, some secretly not wanting to be ‘volunteered’ to go next. People lose track of time when they are having fun and Kathy’s torment went on for longer than any of them realised as they merrily chatted and sipped hot chocolate and mulled wine. Brian meanwhile was entranced tickling his wife, receiving a full tutorial in every ticklish spot and technique from the little divot in her slender elbows all the way down to the tips of her ever-so-ticklish toes. At the end of her time on stage the elves played their last trick as the hourglass was finally allowed to run out. Brian moved away with the many elves who he chatted with like old friends.
“Do you want us to let you down?” The blonde elf asked.
“Yes get me down!” Kathy begged her head swimming.
“Very well!” The blonde elf answered, pulling on a comically large handle to one side of the stage, it was the kind that changed train tracks in old movies but decorated festively to look like the North-pole in a children’s cartoon.
Suddenly the stocks began to slowly lower with Kathy in them, they descended down into the stage. Some members of the crowd laughed at this, others were surprised. Kathy struggled with a panicked look on her face. From the terror in her eyes Ellie knew the redhead had not been expecting this.
“Okay so what exactly have you just done with my wife?” Brian asked, blinking as if the sun had just hit his eyes.
“We will have her back to you in a moment poppet!” The petite elf with pigtails chirped.
“Okay, but…. What?” Brian stumbled, the fog clearing from his mind as he began to wonder what he was doing on stage and whether he had really just been publicly tickling his wife.
“It’s all part of the show sweetie, don’t you worry….” A sexy elf with ebony skin and corn-rows under her Santa hat replied.
Suddenly the crowd burst into thunderous applause causing Brian to spin around and look behind him. There his beloved Kathy was being unpacked from a large gift-box by two of the sexy elves who held an enormous pair of scissors and a giant fabric bow from the box’s lid. Kathy was smiling in her red dress and black boots. Brian couldn’t understand what had happened, she had been in the stocks only seconds earlier and now her boots and socks were back on and she was smiling and waving to the crowd.
“It’s all part of the show sweetie!” The Ebony skinned elf chimed in teasingly.
Kathy and Brian hugged on stage and the crowd applauded.
“The happy couple everyone! Weren’t they amazing?!” The blonde elf announced into her microphone.
With the exception of Ellie the entire crowd applauded and agreed.
“Is this what you want dear?” Brian asked.
“No my love! This is what I need!” Kathy replied before kissing him deeply.
The blender was forgotten about, as were many of the aspects that didn’t quite make sense. Others were just never examined by the happy couple, especially the car-boot full of bondage gear they took home with them. They politely suggested their friends all share the other car as they wanted to see a relative who lived nearby; the truth being that they needed the back seats down to get the stocks, rack and X-frame home to the love-den they had forgotten was theirs. Their friends laughed and joked about Kathy’s experience at first but then, strangely enough they all seemed to forget about it.
The crowd dispersed happily with the exception of the entranced Ellie who snuck around to try and see how they performed the last trick. The two guys who watched the whole show pretended to leave lurked nearby hoping it would start up again. The elves had gone on a break all except for a few including the Scottish one who tinkered with the stocks, as well as the two lead elves; the blonde and brunette who seemed to be chatting over hot drinks brought to them by the little one with pigtails.
Ellie noticed as the petite elf walked away that her stockings were a mixture of red, white and green rather than just red and white. Something about the petite elf’s legs as she walked made Ellie wish that she would stumble and drop one of her festive black flats. To Ellie’s amazement exactly this happened and she was treated to the sight of the petite elf’s stockinged soles search for her shoe, fumble it and nudge it a few feet away from her. Despite having just watched the red haired vixen get tickle tortured mercilessly Ellie still watched as the petite performer sighed, bent over to pick up her shoe waving her stockinged sole in the air and then proceeded to cross her leg against her other leg as she returned her sole to her foot. It was graceful like a ballet move that gave Ellie a wonderful view of the petite performer’s sole from a number of angles. As the little treat came to an end the elf with pigtails turned to look over her should at Ellie, for a split second Ellie thought she might even wave.
The sudden unexpected eye-contact after the little show made Ellie nervous enough that she thought of going away and coming back. Ellie was shy and timid but she just had to know how they did that last trick and she didn’t think she would be able to figure this out when they started up again which she hoped they would. ‘Was the redhead planted in the audience?’ Ellie wondered; ‘Did she have a twin?’ She tried to be cautious as she got ever closer and closer but suddenly made eye contact with the brunette elf who was pointing at her….
The blonde elf turn gracefully winked at over her shoulder Ellie and whispered;
“Hang around sweetie! You’re up next!” with a wink.
Ellie’s heart skipped a beat, she wasn’t sure if she had heard or lip-read the blonde elf but she felt the urge to turn and run but her legs wouldn’t move. The show started up again and people moved around Ellie who stood almost in a daze. She somehow didn’t even seem to remember watching Kathy get tickled as she put her hand up to volunteer once the elves all danced and juggled for the small crowd began to form, their merry pipe organ music indicating that the fun was about to resume. As Ellie’s sandals were removed and placed in her lap she slowly began to regain her clarity. Her sandals were the kind that could just be slipped off and now the cool breeze tugged at her soft pale arches that had been exposed for the first onlookers to admire.
“No please! Not tickling!” Ellie begged as the first feathers were drawn over her soft bare feet.
To be continued!....
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