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Hi everyone - Here is Part II of my first ever tickle story. Hope you all enjoy. Part I is linked HERE.
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Lady lawyer has a secret tickle fetish - Part II (M/F, F/F)
Opening statements in People v. Larson were only one week away and Amy was in full panic mode. This was her first trial representing the Manhattan DA’s office. Yet she had done zero prep work in the two months since the humiliating day she received the assignment.
Amy painfully recalled her struggle to escape the office that day after ejaculating on herself in the ladies room. After changing clothes and returning to work later in the day, Amy immediately volunteered assistance on three other cases - anything to distract her powerful libido from the details of her case. Over the next few weeks, Amy felt productive and social by assisting colleagues with their cases. Things were finally looking up Amy realized she could no longer ignore People v. Larson. She needed to start preparing and finally re-opened that dreaded case file.
The defendant was 29 year-old Aidan Larson - a tall, handsome man from a prestigious, Upper East Side family than ran a publishing empire. Larson was accused of tickling his 28 year-old girlfriend, Lara Giordano, on her bare feet without her consent. The two had been dating for seven months before the night in question. In her deposition statement, Ms. Giordano said the accused locked her wrists and ankles in a bondage chair that splayed out her arms and legs and made her feet completely vulnerable [like TickleAbuse's "Dominator" chair]. Allegedly, Larson then used his fingers to tickle Ms. Giordano’s feet mercilessly for several hours.
As Amy sat in her cubicle reading the case details, it became increasingly difficult to ignore her state of arousal. Despite her best efforts to remain professional, Amy’s hungry pussy quickly soaked through her thin pink panties. Meanwhile, the seam of her black suit pants rubbed against her engorged clit, making Amy audibly moan each time she shifted in her seat. Had she been given an office, Amy would have frantically stroked herself to ecstasy right then and there. As it was, her low-walled cubicle was fully exposed from all sides. There was nowhere to hide. Amy considered scratching her itch in the ladies room, but feared several potential scenarios that would cause her unbearable humiliation. For example, what if she couldn’t control her volume during climax? What if she squirted on her clothes again? Worst of all, what if the stalls were occupied and she was forced to WAIT in line to masturbate? Having to small talk with colleagues while desperately craving sexual release would have been no less than torture for the proud, Ivy League lawyer.
Just then a thrilling idea popped into Amy’s head - one that would more than justify delaying her self-gratification. Within the hour, she was pulling up to Lara Giordano’s Upper East Side brownstone. Amy had been resisting the encounter, afraid she would lose all self control around someone who experienced the type of sadistic tickle torture she masturbated to each night. Now, Amy yearned for a detailed account of the alleged incident to further enrich her sexual fantasy. In that euphoric, lust-fueled moment, Amy was finally excited about her first assignment.
Standing in Lara Giordano’s doorway, Amy was blown away by the complainant’s effortless beauty. Lara stood 5’9 with shoulder length blonde hair and stunning green eyes, not to mention long legs and a supermodel’s physique. Lara easily could have been a professional model if she wished. Like Aidan, Lara came from a wealthy Upper East Side family and never wanted for anything during adolescence. She ‘worked’ as a yoga instructor, but this was more so a hobby than an actual job. Her only ambition in life was to marry well so she could join the elite circles of high society. This should not have been difficult for a beautiful girl like Lara. However, behind her stunning facade lived an awkward, sexually repressed girl who was terrified of intimacy.
Lara was happily surprised when the Manhattan DA’s office first decided to prosecute her misdemeanor assault case. Now, after months of radio silence, Lara was concerned that her beautiful young ADA wanted the case to go away. Lara was determined to NOT let that happen. Strangely, as the two made small talk in the living room, Lara felt an immediate personal connection with Amy, and decided to open up to her about why Aidan’s tickle attack affected her so deeply. Doing so required Lara to revisit painful moments from her childhood that she never shared with anyone else… “Here goes nothing!” She thought to herself, and started telling Amy her story.
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Lara was raised in a socially conservative household where sex before marriage was a sin, and self-gratification was strictly forbidden. Her parents barred all access to digital pornography - restricting settings on the family’s one computer, and not giving smartphones to Lara or her two younger sisters. Coping with this reality became increasingly difficult for Lara during her teenage years, when the itch between her legs began gnawing at her sanity. By the time Lara was a high school senior, she was absolutely desperate for an orgasmic release. Each night laying in her bed, she longingly eyed the canary yellow armchair resting in the corner, imagining the pleasure it could give her if she only had the courage to break her parents’ rules.
After months of torturing herself, Lara finally rationalized that grinding was less sinful than using her fingers, and so gave herself permission to hump the armchair to her heart’s content. That night, she waited until both parents were asleep before closing her door (there was no lock), stripping down to her pink underwear, and sitting gently on the armchair. Having thought about this moment the entire day, Lara was beyond aroused. The pink panties she wore clung to her sticky wetness, which fully soaked through the fabric when Lara sat on the bright yellow armrest. Since her parent’s bedroom was directly below, Lara rocked her hips slowly to test her floor’s creakiness. Satisfied by the level of quiet, Lara removed her panties and rubbed her hairy pussy against the armrest with increasing speed and force. The friction felt oh so good. As the pleasure became more intense, Lara soon lost all self awareness and self control.
In no time, Lara was frantically grinding towards a long awaited climax. Unfortunately for Lara, the fervor of her self-soothing thrusts woke her parents, who quickly ran to check on their eldest daughter. When her parents barged in, Lara had just passed the point of no return. Orgasm was now imminent and Lara’s brain lost all control of her body. Even with the lights turned on and her parents staring with stunned expressions, Lara could not stop pleasuring herself on the armchair. Her moans became louder and louder “ahh, ahhhhhhhh, AGHHAAHHHHH” as she reached an early shattering, life altering orgasm. Lara’s long toes curled up, her leg muscles rhythmically contracted, and a stream of fluid exploded from her pussy, dousing her carpeted floor with ejaculate. Having attended a religious, all-girls prep school with no sex-ed classes, Lara had no clue what an orgasm felt or looked like, but she thoroughly enjoyed every second of it.
On the other side of the room, Lara’s parents were completely horrified and wasted no time shaming her. “Shameful! Disgusting girl! Do you feel good about yourself?” Lara’s mother then woke her two younger sisters and brought them to Lara’s bedroom. Mallory was two years younger than Lara, and Hannah four years younger. Both girls looked up to Lara and were shocked to see her naked and shaking strangely on her armchair. Lara’s mother explained to the girls how their big sister selfishly succumb to her sexual desires. Lara - still orgasming in her chair - began to cry uncontrollably as she noticed her sisters. Euphoria morphed into crushing guilt as Lara was made to believe she let the whole family down. Lara’s father even threatened to disinherit her if she was caught masturbating again, leaving her no choice but to repress all carnal needs indefinitely. And so she did for nearly ten years, until she met Aidan Larson.
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Amy was shocked by Lara’s candor and the heartless cruelty of her parents. As Amy probed further, Lara described her instant attraction to the tall, handsome, charismatic man who stood to inherit a publishing empire. Aidan was objectively a stud, but Lara’s interest was not physical. She was drawn to Aidan’s charming personality and rarified social status. On the other hand, Lara knew Aidan was primarily attracted to her body - especially her long, slender size 10 feet. They were perfect - high arches, long toes, no callouses, cracks or rough patches anywhere. They were baby soft and maddeningly ticklish. Lara recalled their fourth date, when Aidan humbly confided in her about his raging foot and tickling fetishes. She had laughed it off as an innocent quirk and responded, “Don’t worry honey, I’ll still be your girlfriend.” Her attitude towards foot tickling was similar to her position on sex — avoid at all costs! She hoped to bide her time and find other ways to satisfy Aidan that would make him forget all about sex, feet, and tickling.
Six months passed by with Lara resisting Aidan’s every effort to initiate sex OR foot tickling. She refused to even let him touch her feet! Lara could tell Aidan was becoming more and more frustrated, but refused to acknowledge, let alone satisfy his needs. She clung to the hope that their emotional connection was strong enough that Aidan could resist, and eventually repress his carnal desires, just as she had. Lara then looked down towards her hands and meekly told Amy, “I still can’t believe what happened next.” And with that, Lara finally set the stage for the incident in question - the one story Amy was eagerly waiting to hear.
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It was the night before Lara and Aidan’s seven-month anniversary. The two dined at a fancy restaurant of Lara’s choosing and were dressed in semi-formal attire - Aidan in a sharp black suit that flattered his broad shoulders and toned body, and Lara in a sparkling black jumpsuit and stiletto heels. When they returned to their shared, West Village apartment, Aidan begged Lara for some action. He was frustrated and desperate to touch her - ANY part of her. Lara - put off by Aidan’s pathetic neediness - flat out rejected him and retreated to their bedroom. When she rejoined Aidan in the living room an hour or so later, he had poured two glasses of her favorite red wine. He had clearly calmed down, so Lara felt comfortable joining him for a drink. She collected her wine class and sat next to Aidan on the luxurious, three-seat couch. He wrapped an arm around her as he put on Gilmore Girls, Lara’s favorite show. Lara ignored Aidan’s obvious hard-on as she slowly sipped her wine. The opening credits had barely finished when Lara started feeling very drowsy. She fought hard to keep her eyes open for several minutes before drifting into a deep sleep.
Lara woke up the next morning to a strange and startling scene. She was still in the living room - still wearing her sparkling black jumpsuit from the night - but she could not move her arms or legs. She was seated in a padded apparatus with arms fully outreached at a 45-degree angle. Leather cuffs bound her wrists tightly in place. From her seated position, Lara could clearly see her legs spread apart directly in front of her with additional bondage trapping her knees and ankles firmly in-place. Lara could only wiggle her fingers and long, red painted toes. Scared for her life, Lara tried screaming only to notice the ballgag strapped tightly in her mouth, restricting anything louder than a tiny squeal. Just then, Aidan walked in, and for a brief moment, Lara thought she would be rescued. Then she noticed Aidan's stone-faced expression and realized he was not at all surprised to find her like this. Her heart sank as Aidan started speaking…
“Lara, I think I love you, but it’s painfully clear to me that you have no interest in taking this relationship to the next level. It’s cruel the way you tease me with your beautiful body. I can understand and respect you wanting to move slowly on the sex stuff. Still, you know I have a raging foot fetish and won’t even let me touch your feet! Why?! I just can’t take this anymore.”
He paused and took a deep breath.
“I know you’ll dump me for what’s about to happen, but those incredible feet are the main reason I wanted to go out with you, and the only reason I continued dating someone as sexually repressed as you, so dammit I am going to find out if they’re ticklish!”
Lara’s eyes betrayed her sense of panic at the word, “ticklish.” Her fingers and toes wiggled frantically as she tried ANYTHING to loosen the bondage. No luck.
Aidan approached slowly with his right index finger teasingly flexing in her direction. “Coochie coochie coooo!” he taunted as he began flexing the finger to lightly stroke her left sole up and down, up and down. For Lara, Aidan’s gentle, deliberate touches were excruciating. She curled her freakishly long, red painted toes, hoping to momentarily trap Aidan’s finger, but quickly realized it was hopeless. Lara was soon laughing so hard that she began to cry. To make matters worse, the sweat streaming down Lara’s face and body soon soaked through her form-fitting jumpsuit, making it heavy and highly uncomfortable to wear.
Aidan’s taunting continued, “I think someone’s ticklish?! Does she like it??” Lara violently shook her head, which Aidan found amusing. “Yeah, she REALLY likes it. Tell you what, Lara. I’ll remove the ballgag if you promise to cooperate and do whatever I ask. Now if you decide to scream, know that absolutely NOBODY will hear you, and not only that, I’ll get angry and keep tickling you here for much, much longer. What do you say?”
Lara paused for a few moments, then reluctantly nodded her head.
“Great! Here we go,” Aidan said as he carefully removed the gag.
“You bastard! I hate you so much.” Lara yelled after catching her breath, but she did not scream.
Aidan replied, “I know, and I don’t blame you for feeling that way. Those feet are just too damn sexy and I couldn’t resist any longer! If you’d have just let me tickle them occasionally…” Aidan shook his head and sighed, “that would have been enough for me to stick this out - at least for a while.”
Lara angrily snarled, “Fucking pervert. Let me out of here RIGHT NOW! You will NOT get away with this.”
“I’ll let you go when I’m good and satisfied you snobby, ungrateful diva.” Aidan said as he suddenly spider tickled her left foot, causing Lara to explode in musical laughter. “I’ll stop tickling you if you do exactly what I say. First - I’m going to tickle different parts of your feet, and you’re going to tell me what tickles the most! Trust me, you won’t do yourself any favors by holding back or lying.”
Aidan started tickling Lara’s heel. “Not ticklish.” Lara said defiantly. Aidan then ran his fingers along the tops of Lara’s feet. Again, “Not ticklish! You suck at this!”
Aidan laughed at Lara’s imperious attitude. “We’ll see about that.” he calmly replied. “How about those long toes of yours? Are they ticklish?”
Lara tensed up and her face became white as a sheet. Aidan grinned mischievously and with one hand, held back all five toes on Lara’s left foot. Since Lara’s toes were so long, Aidan could hold back the tips of her toes with one hand, then use a single finger on the other hand to rake the areas underneath her toes. This drove Lara out of her mind.
“HAHAHAHAAAAA OH MY GOD - PLEASE STOP - PLEEEEEASE STOPPPPPP.
“Stop what??” Aidan gleefully replied, “Did I find a ticklish spot?”
“YES! YES! YOU ASS HOLE! My toes are SO freaking ticklish — GAHHH I’M BEGGING YOU - THIS IS TORTURE FOR ME! STOPPPPPPP! HAHAHAHAHA.
Aidan was clearly loving every second of Lara’s ordeal. He laughed and said, “If you want me to stop, first thing you need to do is this: Instead of begging me to stop tickling your toes, tell me how much you love having them tickled, and ask me to keep tickling them. Beg me, in fact.”
“Fine, whatever.” Lara hastily replied, still catching her breath from before.
Aidan again held back Lara’s toes and started stroking the underneath area with his weapon of choice - his right index finger. Lara grimaced - trying to hold in her laughter, then said, “I lo-lo-LOVE IT!!!” - interrupting herself with uncontrollable laughter as Aidan hit a particularly sensitive spot under Lara’s middle toe. She regained composure and tried to continue - her voice fluctuating every few moments as Aidan hit other hot spots, “I LOVE it when you - OMG I CAN’T - OK, OK…. I LOVE IT WHEN YOU TICKLE MY TOES!…pl-PLEASE KEEP TICKLING them for me. You know how GOOD IT FEELS! Please don’t stop. I LOVE HAVING my toes tickled! Lara struggled to stifle her laughter as she told Aidan what he wanted to hear.
“Very good, Lara. Thank you. Next request - I’m going to strap this wand vibrator to your pussy over your jumpsuit. Maybe you won’t feel anything at all, but I’m hoping you do because I would love to see what you look like turned on. Please don’t scream!”
Fear returned to Lara’s face as suddenly, the memory of her interrupted high school masturbation session came flooding back to her brain. Lara was overwhelmed by all the emotions she felt - some repressed for many, many years, now leaching back into her reality. Desperate for the tickling to stop, Lara replied, “If I let you do this, can this be the last thing? Please? I can’t take much more of this.”
Aidan thought for a moment before saying, “Ok. You have yourself a deal - but NO screaming for help, right?” Lara agreed.
As Aidan searched for the vibrator harness, Lara began feeling a strange, once familiar tingling sensation below her waist. For reasons she couldn’t understand, Lara was beginning to feel aroused by the anticipation of stimulation for her lonely, hairy pussy. The long suppressed memories from Lara’s masturbation session were mostly painful and humiliating, but WOW did she have an incredible time climaxing. She recalled shaking violently in her yellow armchair as waves of pleasure rippled through her entire body. It was absolute bliss until the waves subsided and Lara returned to a cruel reality.
By the time Aidan fastened the belt and placed the wand vibrator over Lara’s pussy, the thought of orgasmic bliss had completely captured Lara’s imagination. Also, the jumpsuit made it impossible for Aidan to know how wet she already was. Aidan looked shocked in the moments after turning the vibrator on, when his prudish little Lara began trying to hump the wand. Aidan could tell the bondage was making this difficult for his horny little slave.
“Aidan. I can barely feel anything. Can you please release my knees?”
“Why would that help you?” Aidan asked. Of course, he already knew the answer, but wanted to hear Lara say it.
“Come on Aidan! I can’t move and this clothing is too thick. I just need to thrust myself a bit more!”
Aidan laughed, releasing the knee bondage on both of Lara’s legs. Lara soon began gyrating her hips feverishly, trying to maximize the feeling of the wand against her covered pussy.” Even with the added mobility, Lara still found the jumpsuit fabric an unwelcome obstruction to the sensations she craved. She desperately thrusted her pussy towards the wand to maximize stimulation, but the vibrations weren’t strong enough. Lara was soon teeming with sexual frustration - another long abandoned, yet familiar feeling.
When Lara asked Aidan to shift the vibrator to a higher power setting, he decided to have some fun. “Wow! Looks like someone is pretty horny! Funny how you never cared about my needs, yet here YOU are asking me to help satisfy yours. So, tell me why I should turn this thing up!”
Lara groaned loudly and said, “Honey, please. I haven't felt anything down there in such a long time.. but now I do, and I need to cum so bad. Please let me cum. PLEASEEE! He quickly turned up the vibrator to its highest setting, but that did not provide the stimulation Lara so desperately needed.
Frustration levels rising even higher, Lara yelled, “Dammit! It’s not working! Please help me take off this jumpsuit. I promise I won’t fight you or run away. The fabric is just too thick! It’s stopping me from enjoying the vibrator. Please, honey! Help me out.”
“Nice try, Lara. No way am I letting you free of this. If you really can’t feel anything through the jumpsuit, I’d be glad to rip a hole in them over your hungry little pussy.”
Lara’s reply must have surprised Aidan, “FUCK! FINE - RIP A FUCKING HOLE IN THIS THING - just do it quickly please!
“Lara, are you serious? This is your favorite jumpsuit. You bought it in Paris. Now you want me to destroy it? Why?”
“I don’t care about the fucking jumpsuit! Lara replied, angrily. “I need to feel the fucking vibrator against my pussy so I can fucking CUM! Just RIP THE FUCKING THING OFF ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT.”
Aidan’s jaw dropped. His girlfriend was usually so calm and reserved. He had never seen her anywhere close to this animated. “Ok Ok! I’ll do it. But I’m going to tickle your feet again.”
“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE.” Lara yelled angrily. If you ruin my orgasm, I WILL END YOU.”
Aidan dropped the matter and ripped a large hole in the crotch of Lara’s jumpsuit, finally exposing her soaked, almost translucent panties. “Panties on or off?” Aidan asked.
“Please pull them down- they’re super uncomfortable.” Lara replied.
Aidan tried to comply, but the panties were tight and the spread-legged bondage made them impossible to lower. “I can’t do it. They’re too tight!”
“Then get a fucking pair of scissors and cut them off! PLEASE! I NEED YOU TO GET THESE FUCKING PANTIES OFF ME RIGHT NOW!
Lara was humping air in a frenzy when Aidan returned with the scissors. “Listen, I need you to stop thrusting so I can get these off of you. Can you calm down for a minute.” Lara nodded and, once settled, Aidan carefully cut the panties in several places until disconnected pieces could easily be removed. Once Lara was separated from her panties, Aidan could finally see her hairy wetness in all its glory.
With Lara’s hungry pussy now fully exposed to fresh air, Aidan placed the vibrator atop her engorged clitoris and turned it on to the original, lower setting. Lara immediately buckled, and started moaning, “ahh, ahhh, ahhhhh. Oh my god this feels so good. Thank you, honey.”
Distracted by the intense pleasure, Lara failed to notice Aidan moving away from her, back towards her vulnerable feet. When he arrived, all ten of Lara’s toes were fully outstretched in her state of arousal. Aidan watched in awe as Lara rhythmically pressed her wetness into the vibrator - cooing louder with each successive thrust.
Lara was finally nearing the orgasm she so desperately craved. Her breathless moans became louder and more frequent, and her gorgeous long toes were curling up. She wanted to explode. Just as she readied herself for climax, the unthinkable happened.
HAHAHAHAAAA! STOP IT! HAHAHAHA! STOP TICKLING MY FOOT YOU FUCKING ASS HOLE!!! HAHAHAHA
Lara’s left foot twitched wildly as Aidan stroked her sole with one, devilish index finger. “Coochie coochie coo!” He said with a cruel, almost pitying look on his face. He then turned off the wand vibrator.
Lara’s rage flew off the charts as she could feel herself losing the orgasm. Indeed her ticklishness managed to overpower her arousal, leading to a soft, muted orgasm that brought her no real release or satisfaction. “OH NO! NO! NO! NOOOOO! FUCK FUCK FUCKKKKKKKKK. AGHHHHHHHHH I HATE YOU, AIDAN. YOU ARE SO DEAD!”
In the aftermath of her ruined orgasm, Lara became so angry that she started sobbing uncontrollably. Aidan could see a clear fluid weakly trickling from Lara’s swollen vagina. In that moment, he certainly realized that his beautiful girlfriend was a squirter, and that he had denied her an incredibly satisfying, gushing ejaculation.
Unmoved by Lara’s emotional outburst, Aidan starting tickling her toes again. The frustration and humiliation suddenly became too much for Lara to bear. She screamed for help at the top her lungs, forcing Aidan to restore the ballgag in her mouth. Aidan then cruelly tickled and taunted his girlfriend for another hour before the police finally showed up and released Lara from her bondage. Lara demanded Aidan be arrested and the cops agreed. Aidan was placed in handcuffs and escorted from the building - his rock hard cock visibly stretching through his pants for all to admire.
After the cops took Aidan away, Lara retreated to the bathroom to tend to her wet, longing pussy for the first time since high school. She locked the door and rubbed her clit like her life depended on it. Within a minute, Lara was writhing on the floor in a state of unbridled ecstasy. A happy ending to a terrible day.
———
Amy lost herself in Lara’s story and without even realizing it, had started rubbing her pussy through her suit pants. Lara was shocked by Amy’s lustful display. She could hardly believe an ADA could be so utterly unprofessional. Lara scolded Amy, who immediately snapped back to reality and stopped touching herself.
“I’m so sorry you had to see that.” Amy paused pensively before continuing. “Ughhh - this is so embarrassing, and I’m really not sure how to say it.…”
After another minute of complete silence, Amy started again. "So, the thing is, I’m a human being with sexual needs and idiosyncrasies just like anyone else. And it just so happens that my quirks are very similar to Aidan’s… I fantasize about having my feet tied up and tickled. It’s the only thing that gets me off, so I’m really quite jealous of your experience.”
Lara was stunned by Amy’s admission and also concerned about what it meant for her case. “Tell me Amy, do you actually want to see Aidan punished for what he did to me?”
“Yes. What you described was clearly non-consensual, so Aidan definitely deserves punishment,” Amy responded calmly and confidently.
“Thanks, Amy. Very glad to hear you say that.”
At that point, the conversation hit an awkward pause, with neither woman knowing what to say to the other. Moments later, Lara turned to Amy with a quizzical look and began, “A crazy thought just occurred to me, and well, maybe it’s wrong of me to ask you…..oh never mind. It’s completely inappropriate.”
Intrigued, Amy replied, “Not at all. Please feel free to ask my anything.”
“Ok…” Lara sighed and continued cautiously, “Would you mind it if… I tickled your bare feet for a little while? Ugh - I did not mean for that come out so bluntly. Let me explain! See, ever since the incident with Aidan, I’ve desperately wanted to tickle torture someone - guy or girl - and since you like that sort of thing, I figured perhaps it could be fun for both of us!”
Amy was shocked by Lara’s request, but undeniably excited by it. “What did you have in mind? You want to tickle me here? Now?
“Yeah! Just join me on the couch, take off your heels, and plop your feet in my lap. Simple as that!”
“Ok… I can accept that.” Amy cautiously answered. “Just one thing I need to remind you. Foot tickling is very arousing for me, so if I’m going to let you do that, you really need to let me masturbate.”
“Of course!” Lara replied enthusiastically. “Now give me those feet!”
Amy slowly removed her stilettos, revealing to Lara her comically large bare feet and long, red painted toes. She carefully placed each foot in Lara’s lap before laying down on the couch. Amy’s black suit pants tightly cuffed her ankles, making her feet look even larger than normal.
“My goodness!” Lara exclaimed. “I’ve never seen such big feet on a girl as short as you! What are you, 5’3?
“5’4…And my feet are size 10 - same as you, actually” Amy sheepishly replied.
“Yeah, but I’m WAY taller than you. Size 10 is average for someone my height, so your feet must be off the charts! Anyway, what type of tickling do you like?”
Amy thought for a moment then answered, “Well…. I prefer being tickled with fingers rather than tools. And teasing - I love being teased for having big, ticklish tootsies. I also enjoy when people play with my toes. For example, ’this little piggy’ always drives me bonkers. There’s something else you need to know about me before we do this… When I climax, it tends to be messy…”
“What do you mean?” Lara asked.
Amy gave a deep sigh. “Ughh I really hate saying this out loud, but I’m a squirter.”
Lara seemed amused by Amy’s self consciousness. “I’ll go get some towels then!” Lara lifted Amy’s feet off her lap and went to the linen closet. She returned moments later with several bath towels and proceeded to cover the whole couch and nearby floor. Amy stood up so Lara could prep the area. When Lara was done, she sat back down and patted her lap, “Give me those big ‘tootsies,’ as you call them!”
Amy briefly had seconds thoughts. After all, she was a professional lawyer representing the Manhattan DA’s Office! The thought of billing for this time made Amy feel icky, but she was too horny to resist temptation. She sat back down on the couch, pulled her suit pants down to her knees, and gave Lara full access to her sensitive size 10s. “Ok Lara. Start tickling me before I change my mind.” Amy said nervously.
Lara began slowly with one index finger - just as Aidan had done to her. She started with Amy’s right foot. Lara still couldn’t get over how Amy’s skinny legs and ankles were connected to such large feet, but they were certainly beautiful feet. Slender with tantalizingly high arches, and sultry red painted toes. She started teasing Amy with gentle strokes up and down her arch. Amy let out a light gasp when Lara’s finger met her skin, then started giggling like a schoolgirl as Lara’s finger teasingly moved back and forth her magnificent, cream colored arch. Lara then noticed a particular spot at the top of Amy’s arch where it met the ball of her foot. This small circular area appeared lighter in color and looked incredibly soft. Lara shifted focus, dancing her index finger all around this tiny section of pale white skin. Amy’s giggles were replaced by a loud shriek, surprised that Lara found her most sensitive spot so quickly.
“Someone is very ticklish, I see!” Lara teasingly reacted to Amy’s squeals. “Guess I’ll have find that spot on both feet!” Lara then started mirroring the motion on Amy’s other foot, which drove the sexy lawyer wild with laughter that sounded like music to Lara’s ears. “Coochie coochie coo. Does the little lawyer enjoy having her big tootsies tickled?! I think she does! Coochie coo!”
Lara’s teasing pushed Amy’s arousal to the next level. She reached her hands downward, beneath her panties, and started touching her clitoral hood as though it were a telegraph. Tap. Tap tap. Tap tap tap. A soft moan escaped Amy’s lips as she touched a particularly sensitive spot.
Lara was turned on watching this professional lawyer - fully decked out in a suit - fuck herself on the couch like a bored housewife. Moments later she could sense Amy trying to talk between moans and fits of laughter. She removed her fingers from her lawyer’s twitching feet. “Are you trying to say something?”
Amy took a moment to catch her breath. “Yes, sorry - give me one second…. You’re doing great, Lara. I’m enjoying this so far… But I really reed you to play ‘this little piggy’ with my toes now. I badly need you do to that. Then, I need you to viciously taunt me. Call me pathetic, disgusting, but please make it sound real.”
“Wow, you really get off on be humiliated.” Lara observed. “I hate to say it, but you and Aidan would be perfect for reach other.” Amy tried to ignore this but deep down, she knew it was true.
Lara lifted Amy’s left foot, teasingly touched the bottom of her big toe and started, “Ok… this is what you want, right? This little piggy went to market….oh yes it did!” Amy bit her lip longingly.
Lara then caressed Amy’s second toe and started tickling the area underneath, “This little piggy stayed home! Coochie coo!” Amy threw her head back and giggled. “
This little piggy had roast beef…yes, this piggy LOVES roast beef!” Lara teased as she stroked Amy’s third toe.
Moving to Amy’s fourth toe, “This little piggy had none. It was a very bad piggy, wasn’t it!” Amy loved these little flourishes Lara was adding.
“And this little piggy went…” Lara paused for suspense before finishing, “WEE WEE WEE ALL THE WAY HOME!” as she danced all five fingers over Amy’s sole, causing her lawyer to laugh and buck wildly. Amy instinctively tried to use her other foot to block the tickles, but to no avail.
Amy was in heaven. She pulled down her panties to her knees, fully exposing her extremely wet, hairy pussy for Lara to see. Her single finger clit tapping evolved into a four-finger circular movement all around her vagina. She rubbed and rubbed, her moans getting louder and louder. Her hips flexed. Her monkey toes wiggling with reckless abandon.
Lara could hear splooshing sounds as Amy’s fingers moved around frantically as though trying to scratch an insatiable itch while underwater. After playing “this little piggy,” Lara honored Amy’s request and started taunting her mercilessly. “You're so pathetic! You come here… all dressed up for business, and now look at you! Masturbating on my couch like a desperate housewife. You should be ashamed of yourself! You and your big ticklish feet. What if I were recording this, and sent the tape to all the defendants you tried to prosecute?… I could include a little letter telling them how to buy a friendly plea. I would say ‘This ADA is easy to work with! Just give her big bare feet a little tickle tickle and she’ll let you walk free!’”
The idea of the session being recorded scared Amy to death, but it also spoke to her deepest, darkest humiliation fantasies. Just then, Amy’s moaning became much, much louder, and her fingers starting moving across her pussy at such a frenetic pace that Lara actually laughed out loud. “Wow that really does it for you, huh? Well, what if I told you this session really WAS being recorded. What would you do then?”
Just as Lara expected, Amy’s next words were, “Oh god… I’m gonna cummmm…I’m gonna cummmmmm. I’m CUMMING!!!!” Amy arched her back and let out a powerful stream of ejaculate that easily cleared the towel perimeter Lara had set up. Lara was drenched by the waterfall coming from her lawyer’s throbbing pussy.
“Oh my goodness. This is incredible.” Lara laughed as Amy writhed in pleasure on her client’s couch. Lara thought Amy might be having a seizure, but quickly noticed Amy’s smile and realized her lawyer was simply having an earth shattering orgasm. Lara stared at Amy’s gorgeous, floppy feet jerking uncontrollably on her lap as her curled toes twitched ever so slightly. It was one of the sexiest sights Lara had ever seen. In a moment of pure impulse, Lara reached back towards Amy and began rubbing her fingers across her lawyer’s swollen clit.
Amy violently buckled at Lara’s unexpected touch, shooting out another stream of ejaculate directly in Lara’s face. “LARA!” Amy exclaimed - still mid-orgasm “You ca-ann’t do thattt. I did NOT say you could touch me there. Not cool!”
“But you enjoyed it, right?” Lara asked as she returned her index finger to Amy’s high arches for a few quick, teasing tickles. Amy giggled, but tellingly did not answer Lara’s question.
Minutes later, Amy finally arose from her euphoric stupor. “Nobody can know about this.” She said in a serious, matter of fact tone. I know I asked you to humiliate me, but you didn’t actually record this, did you?”
“No, of course not!” Lara laughed. Just figured it would get you off, and guess what… It sure did!
Amy let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Lara. This was a good meeting. I’ll start working on our direct and touch base in a few days for witness prep, ok?”
“Sounds good to me!” Lara replied, as she escorted Amy to her front door.
Amy left Lara’s apartment in a strangely calm state of mind. She was no longer panicked about People v. Larson. Rather, she was excited to help Lara get justice, and hoped perhaps Lara might reward her by tickling her feet again. She vowed to resist any thoughts of Aidan and how sexually compatible they seemed to be.
Lara had other plans, however. After Amy left, Lara quickly turned on her computer and retrieved footage from her living room’s hidden camera. As Lara had hoped, the hi-res camera was situated perfectly to capture all aspects of the foot tickling session that ended moments before. Lara felt drunk with power after living out her tickle revenge fantasy, and thrilled at the idea she could relive the experience whenever she pleased. Lara quickly brought herself to a satisfying orgasm watching Amy squirt all over her living room.
Lara also felt an unfamiliar longing for companionship - more specifically, Aidan’s companionship. Yes, she hated him for humiliating her so brutally their last night together and for denying her a powerful, much-needed orgasm, but he had also unlocked something inside her that had been hidden for a long time. The problem was, Aidan and Amy were truly perfect for each other, and Lara was certain that at some point, Amy would turn on her and steal away the man of her dreams. After all, Amy had already shown Lara how easily her judgment could be manipulated by her sexual fantasies. Amy needed to go away, and now, thanks to a well-placed hidden camera, Lara felt confident she had all the leverage she needed to make that happen.
It had been a surprisingly glorious day. Lara was exhausted after tickle torturing her lawyer and masturbating to the instant replay. She decided to retreat to her living room to watch an episode of Gilmore Girls before retiring for the evening. Following a good night’s sleep, Lara would begin plotting to destroy Amy and win back her Aidan.
END OF PART II.
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PART III IN THE WORKS.
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Lady lawyer has a secret tickle fetish - Part II (M/F, F/F)
Opening statements in People v. Larson were only one week away and Amy was in full panic mode. This was her first trial representing the Manhattan DA’s office. Yet she had done zero prep work in the two months since the humiliating day she received the assignment.
Amy painfully recalled her struggle to escape the office that day after ejaculating on herself in the ladies room. After changing clothes and returning to work later in the day, Amy immediately volunteered assistance on three other cases - anything to distract her powerful libido from the details of her case. Over the next few weeks, Amy felt productive and social by assisting colleagues with their cases. Things were finally looking up Amy realized she could no longer ignore People v. Larson. She needed to start preparing and finally re-opened that dreaded case file.
The defendant was 29 year-old Aidan Larson - a tall, handsome man from a prestigious, Upper East Side family than ran a publishing empire. Larson was accused of tickling his 28 year-old girlfriend, Lara Giordano, on her bare feet without her consent. The two had been dating for seven months before the night in question. In her deposition statement, Ms. Giordano said the accused locked her wrists and ankles in a bondage chair that splayed out her arms and legs and made her feet completely vulnerable [like TickleAbuse's "Dominator" chair]. Allegedly, Larson then used his fingers to tickle Ms. Giordano’s feet mercilessly for several hours.
As Amy sat in her cubicle reading the case details, it became increasingly difficult to ignore her state of arousal. Despite her best efforts to remain professional, Amy’s hungry pussy quickly soaked through her thin pink panties. Meanwhile, the seam of her black suit pants rubbed against her engorged clit, making Amy audibly moan each time she shifted in her seat. Had she been given an office, Amy would have frantically stroked herself to ecstasy right then and there. As it was, her low-walled cubicle was fully exposed from all sides. There was nowhere to hide. Amy considered scratching her itch in the ladies room, but feared several potential scenarios that would cause her unbearable humiliation. For example, what if she couldn’t control her volume during climax? What if she squirted on her clothes again? Worst of all, what if the stalls were occupied and she was forced to WAIT in line to masturbate? Having to small talk with colleagues while desperately craving sexual release would have been no less than torture for the proud, Ivy League lawyer.
Just then a thrilling idea popped into Amy’s head - one that would more than justify delaying her self-gratification. Within the hour, she was pulling up to Lara Giordano’s Upper East Side brownstone. Amy had been resisting the encounter, afraid she would lose all self control around someone who experienced the type of sadistic tickle torture she masturbated to each night. Now, Amy yearned for a detailed account of the alleged incident to further enrich her sexual fantasy. In that euphoric, lust-fueled moment, Amy was finally excited about her first assignment.
Standing in Lara Giordano’s doorway, Amy was blown away by the complainant’s effortless beauty. Lara stood 5’9 with shoulder length blonde hair and stunning green eyes, not to mention long legs and a supermodel’s physique. Lara easily could have been a professional model if she wished. Like Aidan, Lara came from a wealthy Upper East Side family and never wanted for anything during adolescence. She ‘worked’ as a yoga instructor, but this was more so a hobby than an actual job. Her only ambition in life was to marry well so she could join the elite circles of high society. This should not have been difficult for a beautiful girl like Lara. However, behind her stunning facade lived an awkward, sexually repressed girl who was terrified of intimacy.
Lara was happily surprised when the Manhattan DA’s office first decided to prosecute her misdemeanor assault case. Now, after months of radio silence, Lara was concerned that her beautiful young ADA wanted the case to go away. Lara was determined to NOT let that happen. Strangely, as the two made small talk in the living room, Lara felt an immediate personal connection with Amy, and decided to open up to her about why Aidan’s tickle attack affected her so deeply. Doing so required Lara to revisit painful moments from her childhood that she never shared with anyone else… “Here goes nothing!” She thought to herself, and started telling Amy her story.
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Lara was raised in a socially conservative household where sex before marriage was a sin, and self-gratification was strictly forbidden. Her parents barred all access to digital pornography - restricting settings on the family’s one computer, and not giving smartphones to Lara or her two younger sisters. Coping with this reality became increasingly difficult for Lara during her teenage years, when the itch between her legs began gnawing at her sanity. By the time Lara was a high school senior, she was absolutely desperate for an orgasmic release. Each night laying in her bed, she longingly eyed the canary yellow armchair resting in the corner, imagining the pleasure it could give her if she only had the courage to break her parents’ rules.
After months of torturing herself, Lara finally rationalized that grinding was less sinful than using her fingers, and so gave herself permission to hump the armchair to her heart’s content. That night, she waited until both parents were asleep before closing her door (there was no lock), stripping down to her pink underwear, and sitting gently on the armchair. Having thought about this moment the entire day, Lara was beyond aroused. The pink panties she wore clung to her sticky wetness, which fully soaked through the fabric when Lara sat on the bright yellow armrest. Since her parent’s bedroom was directly below, Lara rocked her hips slowly to test her floor’s creakiness. Satisfied by the level of quiet, Lara removed her panties and rubbed her hairy pussy against the armrest with increasing speed and force. The friction felt oh so good. As the pleasure became more intense, Lara soon lost all self awareness and self control.
In no time, Lara was frantically grinding towards a long awaited climax. Unfortunately for Lara, the fervor of her self-soothing thrusts woke her parents, who quickly ran to check on their eldest daughter. When her parents barged in, Lara had just passed the point of no return. Orgasm was now imminent and Lara’s brain lost all control of her body. Even with the lights turned on and her parents staring with stunned expressions, Lara could not stop pleasuring herself on the armchair. Her moans became louder and louder “ahh, ahhhhhhhh, AGHHAAHHHHH” as she reached an early shattering, life altering orgasm. Lara’s long toes curled up, her leg muscles rhythmically contracted, and a stream of fluid exploded from her pussy, dousing her carpeted floor with ejaculate. Having attended a religious, all-girls prep school with no sex-ed classes, Lara had no clue what an orgasm felt or looked like, but she thoroughly enjoyed every second of it.
On the other side of the room, Lara’s parents were completely horrified and wasted no time shaming her. “Shameful! Disgusting girl! Do you feel good about yourself?” Lara’s mother then woke her two younger sisters and brought them to Lara’s bedroom. Mallory was two years younger than Lara, and Hannah four years younger. Both girls looked up to Lara and were shocked to see her naked and shaking strangely on her armchair. Lara’s mother explained to the girls how their big sister selfishly succumb to her sexual desires. Lara - still orgasming in her chair - began to cry uncontrollably as she noticed her sisters. Euphoria morphed into crushing guilt as Lara was made to believe she let the whole family down. Lara’s father even threatened to disinherit her if she was caught masturbating again, leaving her no choice but to repress all carnal needs indefinitely. And so she did for nearly ten years, until she met Aidan Larson.
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Amy was shocked by Lara’s candor and the heartless cruelty of her parents. As Amy probed further, Lara described her instant attraction to the tall, handsome, charismatic man who stood to inherit a publishing empire. Aidan was objectively a stud, but Lara’s interest was not physical. She was drawn to Aidan’s charming personality and rarified social status. On the other hand, Lara knew Aidan was primarily attracted to her body - especially her long, slender size 10 feet. They were perfect - high arches, long toes, no callouses, cracks or rough patches anywhere. They were baby soft and maddeningly ticklish. Lara recalled their fourth date, when Aidan humbly confided in her about his raging foot and tickling fetishes. She had laughed it off as an innocent quirk and responded, “Don’t worry honey, I’ll still be your girlfriend.” Her attitude towards foot tickling was similar to her position on sex — avoid at all costs! She hoped to bide her time and find other ways to satisfy Aidan that would make him forget all about sex, feet, and tickling.
Six months passed by with Lara resisting Aidan’s every effort to initiate sex OR foot tickling. She refused to even let him touch her feet! Lara could tell Aidan was becoming more and more frustrated, but refused to acknowledge, let alone satisfy his needs. She clung to the hope that their emotional connection was strong enough that Aidan could resist, and eventually repress his carnal desires, just as she had. Lara then looked down towards her hands and meekly told Amy, “I still can’t believe what happened next.” And with that, Lara finally set the stage for the incident in question - the one story Amy was eagerly waiting to hear.
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It was the night before Lara and Aidan’s seven-month anniversary. The two dined at a fancy restaurant of Lara’s choosing and were dressed in semi-formal attire - Aidan in a sharp black suit that flattered his broad shoulders and toned body, and Lara in a sparkling black jumpsuit and stiletto heels. When they returned to their shared, West Village apartment, Aidan begged Lara for some action. He was frustrated and desperate to touch her - ANY part of her. Lara - put off by Aidan’s pathetic neediness - flat out rejected him and retreated to their bedroom. When she rejoined Aidan in the living room an hour or so later, he had poured two glasses of her favorite red wine. He had clearly calmed down, so Lara felt comfortable joining him for a drink. She collected her wine class and sat next to Aidan on the luxurious, three-seat couch. He wrapped an arm around her as he put on Gilmore Girls, Lara’s favorite show. Lara ignored Aidan’s obvious hard-on as she slowly sipped her wine. The opening credits had barely finished when Lara started feeling very drowsy. She fought hard to keep her eyes open for several minutes before drifting into a deep sleep.
Lara woke up the next morning to a strange and startling scene. She was still in the living room - still wearing her sparkling black jumpsuit from the night - but she could not move her arms or legs. She was seated in a padded apparatus with arms fully outreached at a 45-degree angle. Leather cuffs bound her wrists tightly in place. From her seated position, Lara could clearly see her legs spread apart directly in front of her with additional bondage trapping her knees and ankles firmly in-place. Lara could only wiggle her fingers and long, red painted toes. Scared for her life, Lara tried screaming only to notice the ballgag strapped tightly in her mouth, restricting anything louder than a tiny squeal. Just then, Aidan walked in, and for a brief moment, Lara thought she would be rescued. Then she noticed Aidan's stone-faced expression and realized he was not at all surprised to find her like this. Her heart sank as Aidan started speaking…
“Lara, I think I love you, but it’s painfully clear to me that you have no interest in taking this relationship to the next level. It’s cruel the way you tease me with your beautiful body. I can understand and respect you wanting to move slowly on the sex stuff. Still, you know I have a raging foot fetish and won’t even let me touch your feet! Why?! I just can’t take this anymore.”
He paused and took a deep breath.
“I know you’ll dump me for what’s about to happen, but those incredible feet are the main reason I wanted to go out with you, and the only reason I continued dating someone as sexually repressed as you, so dammit I am going to find out if they’re ticklish!”
Lara’s eyes betrayed her sense of panic at the word, “ticklish.” Her fingers and toes wiggled frantically as she tried ANYTHING to loosen the bondage. No luck.
Aidan approached slowly with his right index finger teasingly flexing in her direction. “Coochie coochie coooo!” he taunted as he began flexing the finger to lightly stroke her left sole up and down, up and down. For Lara, Aidan’s gentle, deliberate touches were excruciating. She curled her freakishly long, red painted toes, hoping to momentarily trap Aidan’s finger, but quickly realized it was hopeless. Lara was soon laughing so hard that she began to cry. To make matters worse, the sweat streaming down Lara’s face and body soon soaked through her form-fitting jumpsuit, making it heavy and highly uncomfortable to wear.
Aidan’s taunting continued, “I think someone’s ticklish?! Does she like it??” Lara violently shook her head, which Aidan found amusing. “Yeah, she REALLY likes it. Tell you what, Lara. I’ll remove the ballgag if you promise to cooperate and do whatever I ask. Now if you decide to scream, know that absolutely NOBODY will hear you, and not only that, I’ll get angry and keep tickling you here for much, much longer. What do you say?”
Lara paused for a few moments, then reluctantly nodded her head.
“Great! Here we go,” Aidan said as he carefully removed the gag.
“You bastard! I hate you so much.” Lara yelled after catching her breath, but she did not scream.
Aidan replied, “I know, and I don’t blame you for feeling that way. Those feet are just too damn sexy and I couldn’t resist any longer! If you’d have just let me tickle them occasionally…” Aidan shook his head and sighed, “that would have been enough for me to stick this out - at least for a while.”
Lara angrily snarled, “Fucking pervert. Let me out of here RIGHT NOW! You will NOT get away with this.”
“I’ll let you go when I’m good and satisfied you snobby, ungrateful diva.” Aidan said as he suddenly spider tickled her left foot, causing Lara to explode in musical laughter. “I’ll stop tickling you if you do exactly what I say. First - I’m going to tickle different parts of your feet, and you’re going to tell me what tickles the most! Trust me, you won’t do yourself any favors by holding back or lying.”
Aidan started tickling Lara’s heel. “Not ticklish.” Lara said defiantly. Aidan then ran his fingers along the tops of Lara’s feet. Again, “Not ticklish! You suck at this!”
Aidan laughed at Lara’s imperious attitude. “We’ll see about that.” he calmly replied. “How about those long toes of yours? Are they ticklish?”
Lara tensed up and her face became white as a sheet. Aidan grinned mischievously and with one hand, held back all five toes on Lara’s left foot. Since Lara’s toes were so long, Aidan could hold back the tips of her toes with one hand, then use a single finger on the other hand to rake the areas underneath her toes. This drove Lara out of her mind.
“HAHAHAHAAAAA OH MY GOD - PLEASE STOP - PLEEEEEASE STOPPPPPP.
“Stop what??” Aidan gleefully replied, “Did I find a ticklish spot?”
“YES! YES! YOU ASS HOLE! My toes are SO freaking ticklish — GAHHH I’M BEGGING YOU - THIS IS TORTURE FOR ME! STOPPPPPPP! HAHAHAHAHA.
Aidan was clearly loving every second of Lara’s ordeal. He laughed and said, “If you want me to stop, first thing you need to do is this: Instead of begging me to stop tickling your toes, tell me how much you love having them tickled, and ask me to keep tickling them. Beg me, in fact.”
“Fine, whatever.” Lara hastily replied, still catching her breath from before.
Aidan again held back Lara’s toes and started stroking the underneath area with his weapon of choice - his right index finger. Lara grimaced - trying to hold in her laughter, then said, “I lo-lo-LOVE IT!!!” - interrupting herself with uncontrollable laughter as Aidan hit a particularly sensitive spot under Lara’s middle toe. She regained composure and tried to continue - her voice fluctuating every few moments as Aidan hit other hot spots, “I LOVE it when you - OMG I CAN’T - OK, OK…. I LOVE IT WHEN YOU TICKLE MY TOES!…pl-PLEASE KEEP TICKLING them for me. You know how GOOD IT FEELS! Please don’t stop. I LOVE HAVING my toes tickled! Lara struggled to stifle her laughter as she told Aidan what he wanted to hear.
“Very good, Lara. Thank you. Next request - I’m going to strap this wand vibrator to your pussy over your jumpsuit. Maybe you won’t feel anything at all, but I’m hoping you do because I would love to see what you look like turned on. Please don’t scream!”
Fear returned to Lara’s face as suddenly, the memory of her interrupted high school masturbation session came flooding back to her brain. Lara was overwhelmed by all the emotions she felt - some repressed for many, many years, now leaching back into her reality. Desperate for the tickling to stop, Lara replied, “If I let you do this, can this be the last thing? Please? I can’t take much more of this.”
Aidan thought for a moment before saying, “Ok. You have yourself a deal - but NO screaming for help, right?” Lara agreed.
As Aidan searched for the vibrator harness, Lara began feeling a strange, once familiar tingling sensation below her waist. For reasons she couldn’t understand, Lara was beginning to feel aroused by the anticipation of stimulation for her lonely, hairy pussy. The long suppressed memories from Lara’s masturbation session were mostly painful and humiliating, but WOW did she have an incredible time climaxing. She recalled shaking violently in her yellow armchair as waves of pleasure rippled through her entire body. It was absolute bliss until the waves subsided and Lara returned to a cruel reality.
By the time Aidan fastened the belt and placed the wand vibrator over Lara’s pussy, the thought of orgasmic bliss had completely captured Lara’s imagination. Also, the jumpsuit made it impossible for Aidan to know how wet she already was. Aidan looked shocked in the moments after turning the vibrator on, when his prudish little Lara began trying to hump the wand. Aidan could tell the bondage was making this difficult for his horny little slave.
“Aidan. I can barely feel anything. Can you please release my knees?”
“Why would that help you?” Aidan asked. Of course, he already knew the answer, but wanted to hear Lara say it.
“Come on Aidan! I can’t move and this clothing is too thick. I just need to thrust myself a bit more!”
Aidan laughed, releasing the knee bondage on both of Lara’s legs. Lara soon began gyrating her hips feverishly, trying to maximize the feeling of the wand against her covered pussy.” Even with the added mobility, Lara still found the jumpsuit fabric an unwelcome obstruction to the sensations she craved. She desperately thrusted her pussy towards the wand to maximize stimulation, but the vibrations weren’t strong enough. Lara was soon teeming with sexual frustration - another long abandoned, yet familiar feeling.
When Lara asked Aidan to shift the vibrator to a higher power setting, he decided to have some fun. “Wow! Looks like someone is pretty horny! Funny how you never cared about my needs, yet here YOU are asking me to help satisfy yours. So, tell me why I should turn this thing up!”
Lara groaned loudly and said, “Honey, please. I haven't felt anything down there in such a long time.. but now I do, and I need to cum so bad. Please let me cum. PLEASEEE! He quickly turned up the vibrator to its highest setting, but that did not provide the stimulation Lara so desperately needed.
Frustration levels rising even higher, Lara yelled, “Dammit! It’s not working! Please help me take off this jumpsuit. I promise I won’t fight you or run away. The fabric is just too thick! It’s stopping me from enjoying the vibrator. Please, honey! Help me out.”
“Nice try, Lara. No way am I letting you free of this. If you really can’t feel anything through the jumpsuit, I’d be glad to rip a hole in them over your hungry little pussy.”
Lara’s reply must have surprised Aidan, “FUCK! FINE - RIP A FUCKING HOLE IN THIS THING - just do it quickly please!
“Lara, are you serious? This is your favorite jumpsuit. You bought it in Paris. Now you want me to destroy it? Why?”
“I don’t care about the fucking jumpsuit! Lara replied, angrily. “I need to feel the fucking vibrator against my pussy so I can fucking CUM! Just RIP THE FUCKING THING OFF ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT.”
Aidan’s jaw dropped. His girlfriend was usually so calm and reserved. He had never seen her anywhere close to this animated. “Ok Ok! I’ll do it. But I’m going to tickle your feet again.”
“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE.” Lara yelled angrily. If you ruin my orgasm, I WILL END YOU.”
Aidan dropped the matter and ripped a large hole in the crotch of Lara’s jumpsuit, finally exposing her soaked, almost translucent panties. “Panties on or off?” Aidan asked.
“Please pull them down- they’re super uncomfortable.” Lara replied.
Aidan tried to comply, but the panties were tight and the spread-legged bondage made them impossible to lower. “I can’t do it. They’re too tight!”
“Then get a fucking pair of scissors and cut them off! PLEASE! I NEED YOU TO GET THESE FUCKING PANTIES OFF ME RIGHT NOW!
Lara was humping air in a frenzy when Aidan returned with the scissors. “Listen, I need you to stop thrusting so I can get these off of you. Can you calm down for a minute.” Lara nodded and, once settled, Aidan carefully cut the panties in several places until disconnected pieces could easily be removed. Once Lara was separated from her panties, Aidan could finally see her hairy wetness in all its glory.
With Lara’s hungry pussy now fully exposed to fresh air, Aidan placed the vibrator atop her engorged clitoris and turned it on to the original, lower setting. Lara immediately buckled, and started moaning, “ahh, ahhh, ahhhhh. Oh my god this feels so good. Thank you, honey.”
Distracted by the intense pleasure, Lara failed to notice Aidan moving away from her, back towards her vulnerable feet. When he arrived, all ten of Lara’s toes were fully outstretched in her state of arousal. Aidan watched in awe as Lara rhythmically pressed her wetness into the vibrator - cooing louder with each successive thrust.
Lara was finally nearing the orgasm she so desperately craved. Her breathless moans became louder and more frequent, and her gorgeous long toes were curling up. She wanted to explode. Just as she readied herself for climax, the unthinkable happened.
HAHAHAHAAAA! STOP IT! HAHAHAHA! STOP TICKLING MY FOOT YOU FUCKING ASS HOLE!!! HAHAHAHA
Lara’s left foot twitched wildly as Aidan stroked her sole with one, devilish index finger. “Coochie coochie coo!” He said with a cruel, almost pitying look on his face. He then turned off the wand vibrator.
Lara’s rage flew off the charts as she could feel herself losing the orgasm. Indeed her ticklishness managed to overpower her arousal, leading to a soft, muted orgasm that brought her no real release or satisfaction. “OH NO! NO! NO! NOOOOO! FUCK FUCK FUCKKKKKKKKK. AGHHHHHHHHH I HATE YOU, AIDAN. YOU ARE SO DEAD!”
In the aftermath of her ruined orgasm, Lara became so angry that she started sobbing uncontrollably. Aidan could see a clear fluid weakly trickling from Lara’s swollen vagina. In that moment, he certainly realized that his beautiful girlfriend was a squirter, and that he had denied her an incredibly satisfying, gushing ejaculation.
Unmoved by Lara’s emotional outburst, Aidan starting tickling her toes again. The frustration and humiliation suddenly became too much for Lara to bear. She screamed for help at the top her lungs, forcing Aidan to restore the ballgag in her mouth. Aidan then cruelly tickled and taunted his girlfriend for another hour before the police finally showed up and released Lara from her bondage. Lara demanded Aidan be arrested and the cops agreed. Aidan was placed in handcuffs and escorted from the building - his rock hard cock visibly stretching through his pants for all to admire.
After the cops took Aidan away, Lara retreated to the bathroom to tend to her wet, longing pussy for the first time since high school. She locked the door and rubbed her clit like her life depended on it. Within a minute, Lara was writhing on the floor in a state of unbridled ecstasy. A happy ending to a terrible day.
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Amy lost herself in Lara’s story and without even realizing it, had started rubbing her pussy through her suit pants. Lara was shocked by Amy’s lustful display. She could hardly believe an ADA could be so utterly unprofessional. Lara scolded Amy, who immediately snapped back to reality and stopped touching herself.
“I’m so sorry you had to see that.” Amy paused pensively before continuing. “Ughhh - this is so embarrassing, and I’m really not sure how to say it.…”
After another minute of complete silence, Amy started again. "So, the thing is, I’m a human being with sexual needs and idiosyncrasies just like anyone else. And it just so happens that my quirks are very similar to Aidan’s… I fantasize about having my feet tied up and tickled. It’s the only thing that gets me off, so I’m really quite jealous of your experience.”
Lara was stunned by Amy’s admission and also concerned about what it meant for her case. “Tell me Amy, do you actually want to see Aidan punished for what he did to me?”
“Yes. What you described was clearly non-consensual, so Aidan definitely deserves punishment,” Amy responded calmly and confidently.
“Thanks, Amy. Very glad to hear you say that.”
At that point, the conversation hit an awkward pause, with neither woman knowing what to say to the other. Moments later, Lara turned to Amy with a quizzical look and began, “A crazy thought just occurred to me, and well, maybe it’s wrong of me to ask you…..oh never mind. It’s completely inappropriate.”
Intrigued, Amy replied, “Not at all. Please feel free to ask my anything.”
“Ok…” Lara sighed and continued cautiously, “Would you mind it if… I tickled your bare feet for a little while? Ugh - I did not mean for that come out so bluntly. Let me explain! See, ever since the incident with Aidan, I’ve desperately wanted to tickle torture someone - guy or girl - and since you like that sort of thing, I figured perhaps it could be fun for both of us!”
Amy was shocked by Lara’s request, but undeniably excited by it. “What did you have in mind? You want to tickle me here? Now?
“Yeah! Just join me on the couch, take off your heels, and plop your feet in my lap. Simple as that!”
“Ok… I can accept that.” Amy cautiously answered. “Just one thing I need to remind you. Foot tickling is very arousing for me, so if I’m going to let you do that, you really need to let me masturbate.”
“Of course!” Lara replied enthusiastically. “Now give me those feet!”
Amy slowly removed her stilettos, revealing to Lara her comically large bare feet and long, red painted toes. She carefully placed each foot in Lara’s lap before laying down on the couch. Amy’s black suit pants tightly cuffed her ankles, making her feet look even larger than normal.
“My goodness!” Lara exclaimed. “I’ve never seen such big feet on a girl as short as you! What are you, 5’3?
“5’4…And my feet are size 10 - same as you, actually” Amy sheepishly replied.
“Yeah, but I’m WAY taller than you. Size 10 is average for someone my height, so your feet must be off the charts! Anyway, what type of tickling do you like?”
Amy thought for a moment then answered, “Well…. I prefer being tickled with fingers rather than tools. And teasing - I love being teased for having big, ticklish tootsies. I also enjoy when people play with my toes. For example, ’this little piggy’ always drives me bonkers. There’s something else you need to know about me before we do this… When I climax, it tends to be messy…”
“What do you mean?” Lara asked.
Amy gave a deep sigh. “Ughh I really hate saying this out loud, but I’m a squirter.”
Lara seemed amused by Amy’s self consciousness. “I’ll go get some towels then!” Lara lifted Amy’s feet off her lap and went to the linen closet. She returned moments later with several bath towels and proceeded to cover the whole couch and nearby floor. Amy stood up so Lara could prep the area. When Lara was done, she sat back down and patted her lap, “Give me those big ‘tootsies,’ as you call them!”
Amy briefly had seconds thoughts. After all, she was a professional lawyer representing the Manhattan DA’s Office! The thought of billing for this time made Amy feel icky, but she was too horny to resist temptation. She sat back down on the couch, pulled her suit pants down to her knees, and gave Lara full access to her sensitive size 10s. “Ok Lara. Start tickling me before I change my mind.” Amy said nervously.
Lara began slowly with one index finger - just as Aidan had done to her. She started with Amy’s right foot. Lara still couldn’t get over how Amy’s skinny legs and ankles were connected to such large feet, but they were certainly beautiful feet. Slender with tantalizingly high arches, and sultry red painted toes. She started teasing Amy with gentle strokes up and down her arch. Amy let out a light gasp when Lara’s finger met her skin, then started giggling like a schoolgirl as Lara’s finger teasingly moved back and forth her magnificent, cream colored arch. Lara then noticed a particular spot at the top of Amy’s arch where it met the ball of her foot. This small circular area appeared lighter in color and looked incredibly soft. Lara shifted focus, dancing her index finger all around this tiny section of pale white skin. Amy’s giggles were replaced by a loud shriek, surprised that Lara found her most sensitive spot so quickly.
“Someone is very ticklish, I see!” Lara teasingly reacted to Amy’s squeals. “Guess I’ll have find that spot on both feet!” Lara then started mirroring the motion on Amy’s other foot, which drove the sexy lawyer wild with laughter that sounded like music to Lara’s ears. “Coochie coochie coo. Does the little lawyer enjoy having her big tootsies tickled?! I think she does! Coochie coo!”
Lara’s teasing pushed Amy’s arousal to the next level. She reached her hands downward, beneath her panties, and started touching her clitoral hood as though it were a telegraph. Tap. Tap tap. Tap tap tap. A soft moan escaped Amy’s lips as she touched a particularly sensitive spot.
Lara was turned on watching this professional lawyer - fully decked out in a suit - fuck herself on the couch like a bored housewife. Moments later she could sense Amy trying to talk between moans and fits of laughter. She removed her fingers from her lawyer’s twitching feet. “Are you trying to say something?”
Amy took a moment to catch her breath. “Yes, sorry - give me one second…. You’re doing great, Lara. I’m enjoying this so far… But I really reed you to play ‘this little piggy’ with my toes now. I badly need you do to that. Then, I need you to viciously taunt me. Call me pathetic, disgusting, but please make it sound real.”
“Wow, you really get off on be humiliated.” Lara observed. “I hate to say it, but you and Aidan would be perfect for reach other.” Amy tried to ignore this but deep down, she knew it was true.
Lara lifted Amy’s left foot, teasingly touched the bottom of her big toe and started, “Ok… this is what you want, right? This little piggy went to market….oh yes it did!” Amy bit her lip longingly.
Lara then caressed Amy’s second toe and started tickling the area underneath, “This little piggy stayed home! Coochie coo!” Amy threw her head back and giggled. “
This little piggy had roast beef…yes, this piggy LOVES roast beef!” Lara teased as she stroked Amy’s third toe.
Moving to Amy’s fourth toe, “This little piggy had none. It was a very bad piggy, wasn’t it!” Amy loved these little flourishes Lara was adding.
“And this little piggy went…” Lara paused for suspense before finishing, “WEE WEE WEE ALL THE WAY HOME!” as she danced all five fingers over Amy’s sole, causing her lawyer to laugh and buck wildly. Amy instinctively tried to use her other foot to block the tickles, but to no avail.
Amy was in heaven. She pulled down her panties to her knees, fully exposing her extremely wet, hairy pussy for Lara to see. Her single finger clit tapping evolved into a four-finger circular movement all around her vagina. She rubbed and rubbed, her moans getting louder and louder. Her hips flexed. Her monkey toes wiggling with reckless abandon.
Lara could hear splooshing sounds as Amy’s fingers moved around frantically as though trying to scratch an insatiable itch while underwater. After playing “this little piggy,” Lara honored Amy’s request and started taunting her mercilessly. “You're so pathetic! You come here… all dressed up for business, and now look at you! Masturbating on my couch like a desperate housewife. You should be ashamed of yourself! You and your big ticklish feet. What if I were recording this, and sent the tape to all the defendants you tried to prosecute?… I could include a little letter telling them how to buy a friendly plea. I would say ‘This ADA is easy to work with! Just give her big bare feet a little tickle tickle and she’ll let you walk free!’”
The idea of the session being recorded scared Amy to death, but it also spoke to her deepest, darkest humiliation fantasies. Just then, Amy’s moaning became much, much louder, and her fingers starting moving across her pussy at such a frenetic pace that Lara actually laughed out loud. “Wow that really does it for you, huh? Well, what if I told you this session really WAS being recorded. What would you do then?”
Just as Lara expected, Amy’s next words were, “Oh god… I’m gonna cummmm…I’m gonna cummmmmm. I’m CUMMING!!!!” Amy arched her back and let out a powerful stream of ejaculate that easily cleared the towel perimeter Lara had set up. Lara was drenched by the waterfall coming from her lawyer’s throbbing pussy.
“Oh my goodness. This is incredible.” Lara laughed as Amy writhed in pleasure on her client’s couch. Lara thought Amy might be having a seizure, but quickly noticed Amy’s smile and realized her lawyer was simply having an earth shattering orgasm. Lara stared at Amy’s gorgeous, floppy feet jerking uncontrollably on her lap as her curled toes twitched ever so slightly. It was one of the sexiest sights Lara had ever seen. In a moment of pure impulse, Lara reached back towards Amy and began rubbing her fingers across her lawyer’s swollen clit.
Amy violently buckled at Lara’s unexpected touch, shooting out another stream of ejaculate directly in Lara’s face. “LARA!” Amy exclaimed - still mid-orgasm “You ca-ann’t do thattt. I did NOT say you could touch me there. Not cool!”
“But you enjoyed it, right?” Lara asked as she returned her index finger to Amy’s high arches for a few quick, teasing tickles. Amy giggled, but tellingly did not answer Lara’s question.
Minutes later, Amy finally arose from her euphoric stupor. “Nobody can know about this.” She said in a serious, matter of fact tone. I know I asked you to humiliate me, but you didn’t actually record this, did you?”
“No, of course not!” Lara laughed. Just figured it would get you off, and guess what… It sure did!
Amy let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Lara. This was a good meeting. I’ll start working on our direct and touch base in a few days for witness prep, ok?”
“Sounds good to me!” Lara replied, as she escorted Amy to her front door.
Amy left Lara’s apartment in a strangely calm state of mind. She was no longer panicked about People v. Larson. Rather, she was excited to help Lara get justice, and hoped perhaps Lara might reward her by tickling her feet again. She vowed to resist any thoughts of Aidan and how sexually compatible they seemed to be.
Lara had other plans, however. After Amy left, Lara quickly turned on her computer and retrieved footage from her living room’s hidden camera. As Lara had hoped, the hi-res camera was situated perfectly to capture all aspects of the foot tickling session that ended moments before. Lara felt drunk with power after living out her tickle revenge fantasy, and thrilled at the idea she could relive the experience whenever she pleased. Lara quickly brought herself to a satisfying orgasm watching Amy squirt all over her living room.
Lara also felt an unfamiliar longing for companionship - more specifically, Aidan’s companionship. Yes, she hated him for humiliating her so brutally their last night together and for denying her a powerful, much-needed orgasm, but he had also unlocked something inside her that had been hidden for a long time. The problem was, Aidan and Amy were truly perfect for each other, and Lara was certain that at some point, Amy would turn on her and steal away the man of her dreams. After all, Amy had already shown Lara how easily her judgment could be manipulated by her sexual fantasies. Amy needed to go away, and now, thanks to a well-placed hidden camera, Lara felt confident she had all the leverage she needed to make that happen.
It had been a surprisingly glorious day. Lara was exhausted after tickle torturing her lawyer and masturbating to the instant replay. She decided to retreat to her living room to watch an episode of Gilmore Girls before retiring for the evening. Following a good night’s sleep, Lara would begin plotting to destroy Amy and win back her Aidan.
END OF PART II.
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PART III IN THE WORKS.
