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Love and Some Laughter M/F Feet
Alt Title: The Alchemist's Curse
Darkness. The flutter of mossy leaves as they whisked through the air, then the light thumping against stone. The crunch of the stone pestle as he wrapped his fingers around it, then the clatter of it landing in the smoothed mortar. She clenched her toes tightly and pressed the tops of her feet down into the mattress that they laid on as she wiggled her torso back and forth. A chilled shiver rumpled up her backside and she brought her shoulders inward as she rolled her shoulder blades.
She laid motionless, listening to the sound of his tireless work as he concocted her destruction. Patiently she rested, the comfort of the soft rope at her wrists reassuring her while the biting of the bindings at her ankles reminded her of her potential. Shifting her feet, a secretive smile wrapped across her lips as she felt the thin black string tug at her big toes, pulling her helpless soles as one. She felt her invisible breath pierce through her lips, and she felt her hair dance about in front of the blindfold.
He commanded her to place herself in this bondage, and she obeyed; he ordered her to lay and wait while he prepared for the evening and she laid there submissively. The grinding stopped and she heard several objects plink into the bowl, rolling into the center and bouncing off of each other. The June Berries. Clutching her elbows into her sides, she heard the light squishing sound as he melded the components together, spinning them about as he ran the pestle along the insides of the mortar with great determination.
Focusing, she again felt the heat of his hungry eyes bore into her. All at once she felt deliciously squeamish as she thought about falling for him, delivering herself to him and breaking for him. She thought about the awful things he was about to do to her, about how she had bared her feet before him and how he would punish her for it. Licking her lips, she clamped her upper teeth over her lower lip. She thought about how much she needed him and how much he needed her, how she needed to shatter and he needed to protect her during the breaking then rebuild her. As the thoughts rushed over her, pouring down her backside, she felt her breathing quicken. Together, they would find their true selves and join as one.
The rush of sand and other alchemical dusts, and then the whipping of the pestle. Goosebumps formed along her neck, and then she heard the rustle of leaves and a thump. The remainder of the herbs, and then the dancing pepper. Her breathing stilled and she closed her eyes, doubting herself for a moment, wondering if she would endure. For long seconds he ground the pestle about as her muscles tightened. Biting the inside of her lip, she knew he wouldn't allow her to and yet he would keep her safe.
Fidgeting back and forth, she listened to the long silence drawing outward. The click then yawning of a drawer caught her attention and she inhaled, lifting her head and pointing her nose in the direction of the sound. Trembling lightly, she froze for a moment, then heard more leaves land in the bowl. As the pestle hissed around the mortar she lay, taking in heated breaths through her teeth. The pestle tapped against the edge of the mortar, and then the rustling of more dried leaves sifted through the air and crashed into the mortar.
She felt her eyelids droop over her eyes as she carefully listened to the sizzling of the creation. For agonizing seconds she listened in the silence, then heard more leaves settle into the mortar. Her shoulders tightened as the unknown hounded her. Rolling her feet across her ankles in unison, she wiggled her toes, alternating them and tugging at her toe bindings as she swayed her hips. A memory of hers scratched at the surface of her mind, of his voice stating he would torture her feet for how beautiful they were. Nervousness bit into her mind as still more herbs fluttered into the mortar, ground into the concoction as she huffed in hurried air.
For several moments the scenes of her binding played out before her, of how she bared her feet and offered him her shoes with bowed head, of how she set her soles before him and how she bound herself, of how she laid there, helpless, and of how she begged, pleaded for the worst he could offer. Black, oozing dread dripped along her ribs as a wind of regret boiled within her, yet still she spread her toes back, taunting him with her deep arches and torturing him with the imagery of her defenseless toes. She rubbed her heels together, squirming her feet back and forth, allowing herself to feel completely helpless before him as she briefly considered pleading for mercy. Heat rushed through her veins as she heard him tap the end of the pestle against the edge of the mortar, then heard it set down at the night stand.
Timid anxiousness clawed at the back of her mind as she took in thin, fast breaths. Her whole body trembled as she shivered with wild anticipation of what horrors he would now inflict on her. A click came from beside her, followed by a swish. She felt his warm, soft hands lift her feet, raising them and placing them on the blue jeans of his folded legs. Imagining her feet as placed on a sacred altar, she shook and twitched, listening to the sound of his breath, as hot and raspy as hers. With her entire heart she yearned to please him, and again she began tugging her feet against the rope that held her ankles. The swhish of bristles scraped against stone and she tugged her shoulders in, clenching her toes and sending hundreds of wrinkles down her soles, down her arches and into her heels.
Tap. The edge of the brush rung hollowly against the edge of the mortar as he shook free the loose powder. Tap. She drew in her breath, holding it as the muscles in her arms and back grew tense. Tap. Liquid pooled at her eyes as she found herself silently praying for but a moment longer as his legs shifted ever so slightly beneath her feet. She felt her toes cower and press downward into the small hovel there as his steely forced cracked out, “Where should I begin?”
Inhaling sharply, she slid her tongue between her lips then tucked back her upper lip as she fidgeted with her ankles. A small hole opened in her lips, and she hungrily drew in air as fervent thoughts rippled across her mind in search of the right answer. He knew her most sensitive spots, and she knew his preferences. Clenching her toes tighter, she meditated upon relinquishing those most ticklish parts of herself now while a slight pain gripped into her arches, his favorite. She could feel his warm breath dripping against her, his hot desire sweltering as her indecisiveness excited him.
“My heels,” she called out sheepishly, a shadow of a smirk forming on her lips. She would make him work for her suffering today while she savored her slow demise and the thought of impending doom. Behind her, she heard him exhale heavily, knowing the sickly sweet yet devilishly devious smile that spread across his thin lips. A wisp of air stroked above her soles and she squealed, pressing her body into the mattress.
Yet in an instant she felt his warmth press into her backside as his arm wrapped around her shoulder. She melted into him as he lifted her gently, his shirt running along her soles, sending excruciating feelings along them as his nose nuzzled into her hair. His breath landed against her, and then a soft kiss before he hotly whispered out, “as you wish.”
All of her resistance vanished and she pushed her soles upward into his stomach, wiggling her toes wildly as his arm tightened around her chest. Words pulsed in her mind, drumming at her as she squirmed her feet against his body. Take them, tickle them, make me suffer. Agony laced over her heart as she clenched her toes into the fabric of his attire, tugging and pulling at it as his arm fell away, his fingers stroking down her arm and then her side before capturing her rebellious feet. Baring her soles before himself, he set them in her lap, cradling the backs of her heels as she forced them to writhe and dance slowly, seductively.
Spreading her toes apart, she cut down her defenses and felt her skin stretch taut as she waggled her tender digits provocatively. He hugged her feet into his lap and she felt his other arm lift from her soles as he dangled his weapon over her. Sparkling cosmic butterflies fluttered through her as she lay, inhaling rapidly while twitching back and forth, awaiting her punishment. She could feel him letting the brush sway loosely between his fingers as he watched her writhe about within her bondage, and she could feel his searing hot thoughts of domination. For an eternity she waited, and then suddenly she felt the light touch of his attack.
At once she yipped, her instincts stealing activity from her, curling her toes and tugging with her ankles. His warm grip bounced back, holding her tight as a wellspring bubbled within her, a grand smile revealing her teeth as she bucked to the side and pressed down into the mattress. Squirming helplessly, she felt the full touch of the slow stroke on her heel, sensing every tiny bristle as it curved down along the outer rim of her flesh before reaching halfway then lifting away. Gritting her teeth, her lips carved into her cheeks, hollowing them out as she recognized the arc and cursed in her mind.
Two dots quickly followed, stabbed into her by the brush, and she felt the shape of a smiley face carved into her by the alchemical dust. For agonizing seconds they shared a guilty silence while the two of them waited for the invocation to take effect. The first buzzing finally echoed into her, scratching at her like a bug trapped in a wall before immediately spiraling up through her like with a thousand twisting roots as it took hold. As the sensation slowly glittering along her foot in the order it was applied, feeling much like the crackling of a sparkler on a deep, steamy night and sending a jolt of a spasm through her body. Shivering as though caught naked in winter, she groaned out a strained “oh no,” before dragging her hands up the small of her back and curving her shoulders downward. She pulled at her legs, attempting to go into a fetal position as her face took on the wide mockery cast onto her heel, but her master refused to yield her treasured feet back to her.
In an instant she felt the dab of the bristles on her other heel as he drew a second smile onto her even while the full effect of the first accursed blessing blossomed onto her. As her breath began to quicken and take sharp inhales and exhales, as it slowly melted into buttery laughter and as she struggled within her bondage, she felt her heart ripen. A grand ecstasy took hold of her as tears welled in her eyes, budding wonder piercing in her chest as she thought on how much she trusted the man she had relinquished her feet to; of how amazing it was to give herself up to him, to have someone that would truly force her to suffer and that could push her to the limits of her body before drawing her back.
Love, she thought as she stretched her neck out, gasping out a low chuckle: this is true Love, to become so helpless before another and to be completely safe. Pressing her lips into a low O, she felt the full fury of the fiery powder set into her as the sensations began to crackle like a bonfire against her as she huffed in bouts of air. With every molecule of her body she felt herself yield to him, to his desires, and she yearned to please him with all of her ability, her ego dropping away as she became his one and only toy, his personal play thing, the only person he would ever need.
She lay there, remembering the first time. The first time he told her, in that quiet, smoky restaurant with the small white candle flickering before them. She recalled the light in his eyes as he averted his gaze, as he told her of his needs, and she recalled the clear pool that was her mind. As she slipped her feet from her shoes and set them in her lap she wondered at her decision, knowing how deathly ticklish her feet were and how helpless she always felt whenever anyone saw them, how just touching them was enough to make her beg for anything else and how naked she felt without her shoes. She curled her toes then flexed her feet, then quiet as a lamb said “You'll have to hold them still.” An ancient, primordial wonder filled her as he laced his intentions into her, and as she sat there, quietly giggling in the crowded restaurant hoping nobody noticed, she wondered at her decision to give herself up. Every time was like the first time, the nervousness, the giddiness, and the joy of completing him. Each time, within seconds he had her begging for an end, and then praying, pleading with all of her heart for more.
As she rested in the present, breathing in devious bursts of air to fuel her laughter, she heard the tinking of the brush's edge as he swirled it within the the mortar. Wiggling her toes in a line, she pressed her forehead into the mattress, smiling broadly as she felt the future fate of her soles itching along those demonic smiles he carved into her. The brush landed against the center of her right heel, the bristles fanning out, grabbing hold of her as she gasped at the sudden burst of light that pulsed against her foot. In several quick strokes he spiraled around her heel, dusting it with a thick coating of the powder. At once she felt the vines begin to seep into her flesh while the previously marked areas blazed furiously.
Extending her neck, she clamped her teeth together and choked in a groan as he continued to spin his ticklish, destructive force into her before tapping the brush into the mortar again. She felt the muscles in her neck fan out like the wings of a dove as slithering breaths seeped into her. Within seconds she began to giggle out a trilling “teeheeheeheeeeee,” her voice clamoring like a tiny bell of silver while the toes of the afflicted foot flickered like maddened Halloween lights. Suddenly the dust seemed to ignite. Her back arched and she froze, her toes extending as she savored the river of sensations that passed over her heel like a thousand tiny grasping hands.
Collapsing heavily into the bed, she shirked her hips back and forth as she sucked her lips between her teeth, gagging herself from begging this early. As she twisted and pointed her foot, dragging its comrade with it, she felt a desperate howl within her demanding that she yield, yet her need – his need – staved off the cries. She would not give in, she told herself as she swiped her cheek against the mattress, squealing wildly. She would hold out until the very last second and make him force her to scream out for mercy with all of her soul, though she knew her inevitable fate.
The brush landed against her remaining heel, swirling it into obedience as she coughed out a near silent, “no.” Clenching her toes tightly, she pressed her arms into her side and her shoulders into her neck. The ticklish bursts popped against her skin like crackling embers in a fire. Sucking in her lips, she twisted and squirmed while a strained, high pitched groan warbled within her throat. Her body instinctively tried to pull her feet away, but his hand held them safely within the comfort of his lap while her knees trembled from weakness.
Taking in a thin breath, she let out a “tss,” then inhaled sharply, a smile greasing her lips. She heard the mortar set down against wood and felt the bed shift as she let silent giggles rain against the mattress. Fingers rummaged through her hair and she felt her muscles relax as his scent and warmth approached. Pulling her towards him, he set his lips against hers, pushing his body passionately up into her. Though the sensations flared against her soles with hellish vigor, she drifted into his arms like a leaf floating on a river, pressing her forehead into his chest before laughing for him, into him.
He held her tight, so tight she thought she might never escape from him and it filled her with sacred warmth. Though thousands of tiny pitchforks prickled against her soles, and though she wiggled about, the ease and warmth of his tight, tender grip drained all the tension of the torture. The twin smiley faces he pressed into her blazed against her beneath the coating of dust, and as the words 'no more,' dripped against her tongue like melting icicles, she instead heard herself say, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he said hotly, hungrily, his words growling in his throat before pulling her upward and melting her face with his. All around her she felt a holy light as she fell into him, became one with him, her heart thumping and water rinsing her eyes pure. Backing away, he nuzzled his nose against hers and softly spoke out, “I need to tickle you.”
“Yes! Yes!” she panted out, writhing and smiling as she fell back to earth, the tickling of her heels anchoring her to the world. Her heart fluttered and pattered as breathlessly called out, “please tickle me. Please.” Squirming on the bed, her ankles shook and she thumped the tops of her feet against the mattress. His presence left her and she sat, cold and alone, wishing he would return but at the same time desperate winds howled within her and against her soles, winds that she needed beaten away from her. She heard the mortar click against the wood again, then bit her lower lip and huffed in air through her nostrils as he whisked the brush through the dust.
The bed creaked at her feet and she gleefully squealed, clenching her toes as he gently took them in his hand before weaving them into his lap. Immediately she felt weak, paralyzed and entirely helpless before him, yet incredibly empowered by her ability to do this wonderful act for him. The sinister sensations prickled against her and she giggled sharply before wiggling against the mattress and panting out, “I love you.”
Silence lingered in the air like a threatening mass of black clouds. Taking in shaky breaths, she wiggled her toes then felt the loving, gentle caress of his fingers over the balls of her feet and her arches. At once she gasped and squealed, curling her toes into his pinkies as he slowly rubbed up and down. Thick craving set in as he touched her and she wished for nothing more than to savor that moment forever; it truly felt as though he reached through her, caressing her heart with his smooth hands.
He stroked down then swept up slightly faster before running his fingers downward quicker than before, rattling them against her. Hissing out a “Heee—heeee,” she swayed back and forth, flicking her toes at him as her body went to war with itself, demanding his touch but at the same time suffering at it. The urge to laugh welled within her but she staved it off, knowing he needed her to. He pressed the warm weight of his hand into her ankles, holding her still, and then she felt his breath over her toes. Though her jaw flew open to cry out 'not that!' she only uttered a quick gasp before he cut her off.
“I love you too.” A river of hot emotion erupted within her and she smiled serenely as though she walked among a field of millions of waist high flowers colored like the stars. Lost in the wonder, she forgot herself for a moment, the buzzing at her heels a mere after thought. His teeth set into the base of her big toe and she shrieked wildly, yanked back to reality as she let out an earth shattering “Eeeyaaah!” Flailing about, she felt helpless, powerless before him as she guffawed wildly, her heart beating within her chest as he nibbled on the bottom of her toe. His hand held her firmly in place so that all she had to do was sit and suffer for him, laugh for him.
After an agonizingly long second he rose away, his warm chuckles raining against her sole as she fell dormant, panting heavily. Again he tinked the brush against the mortar, this time uttering, “Your feet are too damn beautiful. I can't help myself.” Huffing in hot sheets of air, she felt an aura of gold fill her, unbelievable happiness at her control over him. Wiggling her toes, she smirked, imagining the voracious look that filled his dark eyes as he took in her feet, as he thought upon her offering herself so freely to him. She imagined the chains she wrapped around his heart simply by removing her shoes and sitting across the room, legs crossed while she read a book, waiting, wondering which of them would break first. She heard him panting heavily as he whispered out “I love you,” again.
Then the brush landed against her, stroking up the outer edge of her foot. Spilling air through her teeth, she hissed out a long “tsss” before a giggle bubbled within her throat. In an attempt to contain it, she shirked to her side, then twitched onto her arm, feeling her grip on the laughter breaking. It spilled through her teeth, rising and falling like stormy waves as she mewled out, “Tssseeheheheee.” The light bristles left maddeningly soft traces against her, and she felt the soft imprint of the powder they left. Swiping upward, the brush crested away just before reaching her pinky toe.
Without delay the needles set in from all angles, puncturing through her with their wiggling, seductive nature. They licked at her, reaching deep within her with their piercing tongues that ran up her legs and over her torso. A thunderous groan rumbled in the back of her throat and she leaned forward, sinking her teeth into the sheet to gag herself as she writhed from side to side. The sound of the brush tinking against the mortar came. Pulling at her wrists and ankles, she enjoyed the sensation of the rope holding her in place while the loving touch of his hand held her heels from pulling away.
Hesitation no longer held him back and he dashed the brush up the edge of her other foot in a swift motion, carefully dusting her for ticklishness. Squealing, she thrust her hips and stomach as her feet attempted to wiggle free of his grip, her toes clenching tightly, showing their obsidian, diamond speckled polish to him. As she clutched them tighter and tighter, she felt the color drain from her soles as she wiggled her toes lightly, punishing him with her heavenly wrinkles.
Desperation to feel his touch, his fingers and his tongue against her flesh welled painfully within her and for a moment, as his weapon of choice lifted away and as the gurgling agony of the crawling bugs scaled up her skin, she cursed his method of torture. With her entire being she wished he had instead locked her up in a stockade and tickled her himself so that she might enjoy his touch and he hers, and that he might punish her for her beauty while she goaded him forever onward with it. Squirming her soles back and forth, she hoped that agony fueled him as she desperately wished to lay by his side, locked within his arms.
The brush tinked again, this time like an executioner's weeping bell and she froze, stifling the hysteria that bubbled within her. Even in this frozen state the hounding sensation of the scratching insects stabbed at her mind in an attempt to distract her from the incoming onslaught. Shuffling her feet from side to side, she curled her toes, wondering which foot he would strike next, which one he would pollinate with his cruel desires.
Cool silence masqueraded about her and she felt her eyes flitting back and forth, her left wrist twitching as she waited. The muscles in her chest grew tight and her breathing hastened as she felt her skin crawl, her stomach squirming uncontrollably and dragging her hips with it. Clenching her teeth, she felt the sensation of vines biting into her and slithering up her feet. Air moved above her right foot and she braced, pulling her feet to the left.
His fingers danced over her arches, his supple skin melding into hers while his thin cut nails drew in the rear. At once she flopped up and down on the bed, her mouth crashing open as she howled, “Oh gohohod!” before laughing maniacally. Flipping about, he held her in place as he waggled ticklishness up and down her arches while she let out a shrill, ear piercing “Eeeyaahahahaha!” All of the control over her body vanished, and through the laughter she felt her inner self smile wickedly, greatly enjoying the freedom from choice.
“No, No!” she choked out as his fingers slipped from foot to foot, scrawling down the immobile centers of her soles while he hugged her feet into his stomach. For a short while she stretched her neck and her head in a vain attempt to separate from her feet, then she cowered downward, pressing her chin into her chest. Rolling back onto her stomach, she gasped out crazed bouts of laughter as though he wrote the most hilarious joke in the world on her bare skin. Pressing her forehead against the mattress, she arched her back upward before wiggling on the sheets like a snake.
The primordial need to be with him throbbed inside of her, the need to be together, to be held by him. As he tortured her she puffed out delirious laughter while gibbering out a pleading cry for mercy. Magma gathered in her stomach while pulsing between her thighs, and she felt the heat grip into her chest and shoulders. Thrusting her hips hard into the mattress, she grunted then clamped her teeth together, squealing as he ruthlessly tortured her soles.
His fingers vanished suddenly and she collapsed into a gasping mess, feeling her hair spray over her face as she did so. Just as her muscles relaxed, she felt the brush whiz over the ball of one foot, her stomach suddenly squeezing a cry out of her as she hopped up and stretched her body taut. In that single instant she felt the dust claim that upper arc, just beneath her toes and instinctively she held her toes back, forcing her feet to remain still so as not to spread that horrible material into her digits.
The muscles in her face began to ache as she pressed her teeth together, groaning out a strained squeal as the dust drilled into her, inserting the thousands of writhing vines into her foot. Panting, she prayed silently that she might endure while the brush banged against the stone mortar before coating her other ball. Stretching her toes back, she pressed her tongue over her upper lip as she squirmed, the flames igniting against her skin.
Rolling out her lower lip, a splash of a moan escaped her lips while the wicked, ghostly appendages set to work, their touch piercing more deeply than the ones that wrapped over her heels and choked the edges of her feet. As though he struck the leyline of her soul, she felt the sensation mirror the entire way up her legs and into the center of her backside before fanning outward. With all of her being she wanted to wiggle her toes and shake her feet yet she remained deathly still, hoping to keep her toes free for even a moment longer. Goosebumps nibbled at her backside though, as she knew they would be taken from her, that no matter how long she lasted he would claim them. Biting her lower lip, she chuckled uncontrollably as she meditated on his devotion to her.
Wasting no time the brush drummed against the mortar, her right toes twitching violently. “No,” she called out breathlessly as she slowly crooked her head to the right, the dark hands of fear clawing at her backside. “Don't,” she said, her hair clinging to her face, sticking to her lips and across her damp cheeks. She wasn't ready, she needed more time. “Anything, anything,” she bayed out, hoping to forestall the inevitable. Swaying her hips, she pushed herself into the mattress heavily as she gulped. As she gyrated away, she pressed her hips into the mattress again, squeezing her thighs together. Still, she knew that the sooner he dusted the entirety of her soles, the sooner she would be in his arms again.
An intense longing bounded within her while the molten light flashed between her hips and her heart fluttered with joy and purpose. All the while her ribs felt as though they were splintering apart, that her body was coming undone. She lay, twitching and breathing heavily, her eyes glossed over beneath the blindfold as she stared into the indeterminable darkness. It was coming, it was coming. Gulping, she edged her chin into her chest, her fingers trembling. His voice came, and her eyes went wide as the words dropped against her, shattering like icicles. “Which foot?”
Oh goddess, oh goddess she thought to herself as she squirmed back and forth. Flicking her toes rapidly, she bit her lower lip and inhaled deeply. The herbs worked their magic against her, a smile croaking on her lips as a wilted “tehehee,” rolled from her mouth. A delicious thought bubbled along her tongue at the thought of teasing him, of taunting him, of refusing to yield to his demand and of the absolutely horrible things he might do to her in response. Again the herbs sang against her skin, buzzing and burning. She arched her back and gasped then clamped her teeth shut, shaking her head back and forth as she inhaled and exhaled rapidly to disguise her laughter. Opening her jaw, she felt her breath quiver as her lips twitched. For a moment she flapped her feet back and forth, imagining her helpless soles as she went back and forth over which one to condemn. With a nod, she slowly drawled out “my right foot, love.”
As her words left her she felt her heart give out and her willpower fade. Elation filled her, bright as daylight, carbonating her and making her practically float away. Stretching back the toes of the foot she had damned, she felt her skin elongate and she felt the dust etch its harmonious merriment into her. Every single fizzing sensation that he gifted to her felt like a kiss across her lips, and she writhed for a moment as bliss took hold of her heart at the thought of gifting her feet, the part of her he so cherished, to him to do as he pleased. A sputtering sob of holy light sparkled within her throat, and she felt snail like tears streak down her cheeks. The brush landed against her arch, rippling back and forth rapidly and she squealed out a squeaky “Eeeeeheehee!” as he commanded her to slither in place.
Just as he edged the brush upward, powdering the remainder of her foot, she felt the catastrophic biting and gnawing of the alchemy press into her. Stretching her neck out, she gasped out a strained “Ahh!” before wiggling to her right and pressing her cheek into her shoulder. “Ahh!” she called out again as the hellish tongues rent her foot apart, whispering of the suffering that they would soon inflict onto her flesh. “Ahh! Ahh!” The throbbing light within her grew wild and as she lay, twitching and panting, she heard the tinking of the brush against the mortar.
Agonizing anticipation rifled through her, spinning a whirlwind around her heart as the seconds grew long. Then, in an instant the deepest part of her arch felt the loving caress of the brush to which she responded with a surprised “Yee!” This was it, she thought as thick walls began to rise around her mind, compressing what little free thought she had left. The dust sped up the thick part of her arch, winding around the edge of her ball and then down the center of her foot. As he touched the crevice at the center of her foot he dusted up and down several times, imprinting it heavily while she balked and shrieked out “Yeee-aaah!”. Even after he left she continued to press her knees into the bed while she flailed about, howling out “Ayeaaa!” Biting into the mattress, she swatted her feet from side to side, unable to deflect the brush from coating the center of her foot and continuing to the untouched bottom of her arches.
Whimpering, she felt happiness take hold of her heart while thick, ugly tears rolled down her cheeks. A great blaze burned across her soles as though he held a magnifying glass over them while running a feather along them. A low growling “Ooooohhhh!” filtered through her teeth, then she sucked in her lips and moaned wildly. The Jurassic need for his presence gripped into her shoulders as she lay, defeated, her most precious parts undone by his hands. White hot love blasted through her lungs as she envisioned herself, of her feet laying there helpless before him. The inferno of need, of needing him, clawed through her and she wiggled her toes, knowing that he needed her. The thought of needing each other amplified the agonizing euphoria that swelled at her hips and she began huffing wildly, panting and groaning between screeching hisses of laughter.
Still, she knew. She knew he saved her most sensitive parts for last, and as he dashed the brush against the mortar she brought her knees upward, clicking her heels against his hands as her lungs expelled a brash cry of “Not my toes!” Her lips betrayed her, revealing her wide, joyous teeth. She needed to be complete. She needed to have them coated, but still she called out, “Don't! Don't!” A needling fear of not being able to endure his torment dashed across her backside like a feather, but the warm thought of the challenge, of being crushed and having him save her, of being completely broken pushed the fear aside. He needed her she thought again and again, her heart practically bursting with weeping bliss as he continued to click the brush against the mortar, gathering the last of his creation.
A thick air of silence hung over her as the light scratching and the mischievous tongues tortured her. Her stomach became taut, the smile permanently engraved into her cheeks. Aches ran like cracks along her face, and her cheeks were hot with color. Her whole body seemed like a tightly wound spring, compressing further and further as she waited, anticipating the torment that he would set against her toes. Just as she took in a breath she felt the brush against her pinky toe, and at once she gasped, cried, moaned, laughed and screamed out, “Oooaauughhhahahah!”
Immediately the sensations popped and sparkled against her as she instinctively curled her toes inward. With just a click of his tongue she balked, spreading her shoulders out and pulling her toes back so as to best allow him to cover them. The brush moved slowly, sweeping over the entirety of her pinky toe and then dipping between her toes while she pressed herself further and further into the mattress, shoving her face into it as she screamed at the top of her lungs. Cresting upward, he moved slowly, ensuring an even, clean coating of his diabolical creation over the next toe, then the next and the next. With each one conquered she felt herself unravel as though he plucked at the strings of her being.
Swirling the brush around her big toe, he ensured that it was coated before sweeping over the next and the next. Before he even took the last of her toes she began wildly calling out, “No more! Ahhhh! No more!” between bouts of frenzied laughter. As though she were standing behind a mast and served as the only source of wind in the world, she howled at the top of her lungs, “Ahhahahahah-eeee!” while he repurposed her toes against her. Then they were gone, stolen from her, and all she could do, all she had left to do, was lay and laugh, serving him, serving herself.
As the world drifted from her, she felt herself falling through a sea of darkness, swirling through a vortex of shadowy waters. Free thought evaporated from her and she lost sense of herself and of time as she lay there, laughing as hard as she could while she wiggled her feet back and forth. The void clawed around her, biting at her, gnawing at her, and she felt herself melt into it, losing her form save for her feet, those prestigious parts of her body floating along the water, her soles face up for all to see. Twinkling star-fire pulsed over them and she felt the cosmos twirling within her, the light of creation hugging her soul with a cloak of love and warmth.
The clouds of darkness abated and she saw the light of the room as he tugged away her blindfold. Sniffling, she felt water pour from her eyes while millions of insects played against her feet, tickling her soles and spreading havoc against her. With a sob of laughter, she looked into the voracious eyes of her champion, falling into them as he set against the bed and pulled her into his arms, damming her lips with his. Her savior pulled her tight and she felt at ease despite the horror that he painted against her, and as she rolled onto her shoulder, she set her face into his chest and laughed for him, suffering for him while she pushed her body into his. A waterfall of love and light poured through her as he held her squirming form with both arms while planting his lips against her forehead repeatedly.
For several moments he stared into her eyes and she fell into his watery gaze as the words he often repeated rained against her. “Your eyes are like the night sky.” Brushing a hand through her hair, she felt the soothing touch of his voice again. “I love you”. Her body pulsed with his and she felt herself become a blistering white light merging with his shadowy essence. For what felt like hours they blended together, he caging her light within his arms while her wild laughter beating around the universe, mingling amongst the sooty background punctured by the stars. Her entire soul glittered and sparkled like diamond raindrops in silvery moonlight. The earthly scent of the world called to her and she felt herself descend from the heavens, a blinding light guiding her radiant form back. Joy, pure and simple, filled her, spreading through her veins and running along her skin like brilliant water. Awe and amazement at the wonders of her body flooded her, drowning her sense of reality.
As she returned she felt the intense heat of a dragon's breath over her soles and she screamed as a furious tickling hellfire rained over her feet. Still her heart beamed with love as his arms, soft and malleable like cotton yet firm and unyielding as steel, held her in place. She begged him, pleaded with him, her voice sloppy and drowned as she called out everything at once amidst crazed laughter: stop, help, never let me go, I'm yours, tickle me, tickle my feet, they belong to you, I'm your tickle slave. As the winds of life ripped through her chest, catching her breath and carrying it for all to hear, she pressed her face laughter poured from her while her tears set a puddle into her chest until she screamed at the top of her lungs “I love you!”
A gentle kiss silenced her cries and he set a hand on her cheek, forcing their eyes to clash once more. Sobbing into his chest, she screamed into him, flooding him with her raw, pure emotions. As her feet blazed with his fiery passion she came undone, and as her soul poured from her body he held her there, held her together. Melting into him, she joined him and as they became one she heard his voice scratch at the back of her neck. “I love you too.”
Alt Title: The Alchemist's Curse
Darkness. The flutter of mossy leaves as they whisked through the air, then the light thumping against stone. The crunch of the stone pestle as he wrapped his fingers around it, then the clatter of it landing in the smoothed mortar. She clenched her toes tightly and pressed the tops of her feet down into the mattress that they laid on as she wiggled her torso back and forth. A chilled shiver rumpled up her backside and she brought her shoulders inward as she rolled her shoulder blades.
She laid motionless, listening to the sound of his tireless work as he concocted her destruction. Patiently she rested, the comfort of the soft rope at her wrists reassuring her while the biting of the bindings at her ankles reminded her of her potential. Shifting her feet, a secretive smile wrapped across her lips as she felt the thin black string tug at her big toes, pulling her helpless soles as one. She felt her invisible breath pierce through her lips, and she felt her hair dance about in front of the blindfold.
He commanded her to place herself in this bondage, and she obeyed; he ordered her to lay and wait while he prepared for the evening and she laid there submissively. The grinding stopped and she heard several objects plink into the bowl, rolling into the center and bouncing off of each other. The June Berries. Clutching her elbows into her sides, she heard the light squishing sound as he melded the components together, spinning them about as he ran the pestle along the insides of the mortar with great determination.
Focusing, she again felt the heat of his hungry eyes bore into her. All at once she felt deliciously squeamish as she thought about falling for him, delivering herself to him and breaking for him. She thought about the awful things he was about to do to her, about how she had bared her feet before him and how he would punish her for it. Licking her lips, she clamped her upper teeth over her lower lip. She thought about how much she needed him and how much he needed her, how she needed to shatter and he needed to protect her during the breaking then rebuild her. As the thoughts rushed over her, pouring down her backside, she felt her breathing quicken. Together, they would find their true selves and join as one.
The rush of sand and other alchemical dusts, and then the whipping of the pestle. Goosebumps formed along her neck, and then she heard the rustle of leaves and a thump. The remainder of the herbs, and then the dancing pepper. Her breathing stilled and she closed her eyes, doubting herself for a moment, wondering if she would endure. For long seconds he ground the pestle about as her muscles tightened. Biting the inside of her lip, she knew he wouldn't allow her to and yet he would keep her safe.
Fidgeting back and forth, she listened to the long silence drawing outward. The click then yawning of a drawer caught her attention and she inhaled, lifting her head and pointing her nose in the direction of the sound. Trembling lightly, she froze for a moment, then heard more leaves land in the bowl. As the pestle hissed around the mortar she lay, taking in heated breaths through her teeth. The pestle tapped against the edge of the mortar, and then the rustling of more dried leaves sifted through the air and crashed into the mortar.
She felt her eyelids droop over her eyes as she carefully listened to the sizzling of the creation. For agonizing seconds she listened in the silence, then heard more leaves settle into the mortar. Her shoulders tightened as the unknown hounded her. Rolling her feet across her ankles in unison, she wiggled her toes, alternating them and tugging at her toe bindings as she swayed her hips. A memory of hers scratched at the surface of her mind, of his voice stating he would torture her feet for how beautiful they were. Nervousness bit into her mind as still more herbs fluttered into the mortar, ground into the concoction as she huffed in hurried air.
For several moments the scenes of her binding played out before her, of how she bared her feet and offered him her shoes with bowed head, of how she set her soles before him and how she bound herself, of how she laid there, helpless, and of how she begged, pleaded for the worst he could offer. Black, oozing dread dripped along her ribs as a wind of regret boiled within her, yet still she spread her toes back, taunting him with her deep arches and torturing him with the imagery of her defenseless toes. She rubbed her heels together, squirming her feet back and forth, allowing herself to feel completely helpless before him as she briefly considered pleading for mercy. Heat rushed through her veins as she heard him tap the end of the pestle against the edge of the mortar, then heard it set down at the night stand.
Timid anxiousness clawed at the back of her mind as she took in thin, fast breaths. Her whole body trembled as she shivered with wild anticipation of what horrors he would now inflict on her. A click came from beside her, followed by a swish. She felt his warm, soft hands lift her feet, raising them and placing them on the blue jeans of his folded legs. Imagining her feet as placed on a sacred altar, she shook and twitched, listening to the sound of his breath, as hot and raspy as hers. With her entire heart she yearned to please him, and again she began tugging her feet against the rope that held her ankles. The swhish of bristles scraped against stone and she tugged her shoulders in, clenching her toes and sending hundreds of wrinkles down her soles, down her arches and into her heels.
Tap. The edge of the brush rung hollowly against the edge of the mortar as he shook free the loose powder. Tap. She drew in her breath, holding it as the muscles in her arms and back grew tense. Tap. Liquid pooled at her eyes as she found herself silently praying for but a moment longer as his legs shifted ever so slightly beneath her feet. She felt her toes cower and press downward into the small hovel there as his steely forced cracked out, “Where should I begin?”
Inhaling sharply, she slid her tongue between her lips then tucked back her upper lip as she fidgeted with her ankles. A small hole opened in her lips, and she hungrily drew in air as fervent thoughts rippled across her mind in search of the right answer. He knew her most sensitive spots, and she knew his preferences. Clenching her toes tighter, she meditated upon relinquishing those most ticklish parts of herself now while a slight pain gripped into her arches, his favorite. She could feel his warm breath dripping against her, his hot desire sweltering as her indecisiveness excited him.
“My heels,” she called out sheepishly, a shadow of a smirk forming on her lips. She would make him work for her suffering today while she savored her slow demise and the thought of impending doom. Behind her, she heard him exhale heavily, knowing the sickly sweet yet devilishly devious smile that spread across his thin lips. A wisp of air stroked above her soles and she squealed, pressing her body into the mattress.
Yet in an instant she felt his warmth press into her backside as his arm wrapped around her shoulder. She melted into him as he lifted her gently, his shirt running along her soles, sending excruciating feelings along them as his nose nuzzled into her hair. His breath landed against her, and then a soft kiss before he hotly whispered out, “as you wish.”
All of her resistance vanished and she pushed her soles upward into his stomach, wiggling her toes wildly as his arm tightened around her chest. Words pulsed in her mind, drumming at her as she squirmed her feet against his body. Take them, tickle them, make me suffer. Agony laced over her heart as she clenched her toes into the fabric of his attire, tugging and pulling at it as his arm fell away, his fingers stroking down her arm and then her side before capturing her rebellious feet. Baring her soles before himself, he set them in her lap, cradling the backs of her heels as she forced them to writhe and dance slowly, seductively.
Spreading her toes apart, she cut down her defenses and felt her skin stretch taut as she waggled her tender digits provocatively. He hugged her feet into his lap and she felt his other arm lift from her soles as he dangled his weapon over her. Sparkling cosmic butterflies fluttered through her as she lay, inhaling rapidly while twitching back and forth, awaiting her punishment. She could feel him letting the brush sway loosely between his fingers as he watched her writhe about within her bondage, and she could feel his searing hot thoughts of domination. For an eternity she waited, and then suddenly she felt the light touch of his attack.
At once she yipped, her instincts stealing activity from her, curling her toes and tugging with her ankles. His warm grip bounced back, holding her tight as a wellspring bubbled within her, a grand smile revealing her teeth as she bucked to the side and pressed down into the mattress. Squirming helplessly, she felt the full touch of the slow stroke on her heel, sensing every tiny bristle as it curved down along the outer rim of her flesh before reaching halfway then lifting away. Gritting her teeth, her lips carved into her cheeks, hollowing them out as she recognized the arc and cursed in her mind.
Two dots quickly followed, stabbed into her by the brush, and she felt the shape of a smiley face carved into her by the alchemical dust. For agonizing seconds they shared a guilty silence while the two of them waited for the invocation to take effect. The first buzzing finally echoed into her, scratching at her like a bug trapped in a wall before immediately spiraling up through her like with a thousand twisting roots as it took hold. As the sensation slowly glittering along her foot in the order it was applied, feeling much like the crackling of a sparkler on a deep, steamy night and sending a jolt of a spasm through her body. Shivering as though caught naked in winter, she groaned out a strained “oh no,” before dragging her hands up the small of her back and curving her shoulders downward. She pulled at her legs, attempting to go into a fetal position as her face took on the wide mockery cast onto her heel, but her master refused to yield her treasured feet back to her.
In an instant she felt the dab of the bristles on her other heel as he drew a second smile onto her even while the full effect of the first accursed blessing blossomed onto her. As her breath began to quicken and take sharp inhales and exhales, as it slowly melted into buttery laughter and as she struggled within her bondage, she felt her heart ripen. A grand ecstasy took hold of her as tears welled in her eyes, budding wonder piercing in her chest as she thought on how much she trusted the man she had relinquished her feet to; of how amazing it was to give herself up to him, to have someone that would truly force her to suffer and that could push her to the limits of her body before drawing her back.
Love, she thought as she stretched her neck out, gasping out a low chuckle: this is true Love, to become so helpless before another and to be completely safe. Pressing her lips into a low O, she felt the full fury of the fiery powder set into her as the sensations began to crackle like a bonfire against her as she huffed in bouts of air. With every molecule of her body she felt herself yield to him, to his desires, and she yearned to please him with all of her ability, her ego dropping away as she became his one and only toy, his personal play thing, the only person he would ever need.
She lay there, remembering the first time. The first time he told her, in that quiet, smoky restaurant with the small white candle flickering before them. She recalled the light in his eyes as he averted his gaze, as he told her of his needs, and she recalled the clear pool that was her mind. As she slipped her feet from her shoes and set them in her lap she wondered at her decision, knowing how deathly ticklish her feet were and how helpless she always felt whenever anyone saw them, how just touching them was enough to make her beg for anything else and how naked she felt without her shoes. She curled her toes then flexed her feet, then quiet as a lamb said “You'll have to hold them still.” An ancient, primordial wonder filled her as he laced his intentions into her, and as she sat there, quietly giggling in the crowded restaurant hoping nobody noticed, she wondered at her decision to give herself up. Every time was like the first time, the nervousness, the giddiness, and the joy of completing him. Each time, within seconds he had her begging for an end, and then praying, pleading with all of her heart for more.
As she rested in the present, breathing in devious bursts of air to fuel her laughter, she heard the tinking of the brush's edge as he swirled it within the the mortar. Wiggling her toes in a line, she pressed her forehead into the mattress, smiling broadly as she felt the future fate of her soles itching along those demonic smiles he carved into her. The brush landed against the center of her right heel, the bristles fanning out, grabbing hold of her as she gasped at the sudden burst of light that pulsed against her foot. In several quick strokes he spiraled around her heel, dusting it with a thick coating of the powder. At once she felt the vines begin to seep into her flesh while the previously marked areas blazed furiously.
Extending her neck, she clamped her teeth together and choked in a groan as he continued to spin his ticklish, destructive force into her before tapping the brush into the mortar again. She felt the muscles in her neck fan out like the wings of a dove as slithering breaths seeped into her. Within seconds she began to giggle out a trilling “teeheeheeheeeeee,” her voice clamoring like a tiny bell of silver while the toes of the afflicted foot flickered like maddened Halloween lights. Suddenly the dust seemed to ignite. Her back arched and she froze, her toes extending as she savored the river of sensations that passed over her heel like a thousand tiny grasping hands.
Collapsing heavily into the bed, she shirked her hips back and forth as she sucked her lips between her teeth, gagging herself from begging this early. As she twisted and pointed her foot, dragging its comrade with it, she felt a desperate howl within her demanding that she yield, yet her need – his need – staved off the cries. She would not give in, she told herself as she swiped her cheek against the mattress, squealing wildly. She would hold out until the very last second and make him force her to scream out for mercy with all of her soul, though she knew her inevitable fate.
The brush landed against her remaining heel, swirling it into obedience as she coughed out a near silent, “no.” Clenching her toes tightly, she pressed her arms into her side and her shoulders into her neck. The ticklish bursts popped against her skin like crackling embers in a fire. Sucking in her lips, she twisted and squirmed while a strained, high pitched groan warbled within her throat. Her body instinctively tried to pull her feet away, but his hand held them safely within the comfort of his lap while her knees trembled from weakness.
Taking in a thin breath, she let out a “tss,” then inhaled sharply, a smile greasing her lips. She heard the mortar set down against wood and felt the bed shift as she let silent giggles rain against the mattress. Fingers rummaged through her hair and she felt her muscles relax as his scent and warmth approached. Pulling her towards him, he set his lips against hers, pushing his body passionately up into her. Though the sensations flared against her soles with hellish vigor, she drifted into his arms like a leaf floating on a river, pressing her forehead into his chest before laughing for him, into him.
He held her tight, so tight she thought she might never escape from him and it filled her with sacred warmth. Though thousands of tiny pitchforks prickled against her soles, and though she wiggled about, the ease and warmth of his tight, tender grip drained all the tension of the torture. The twin smiley faces he pressed into her blazed against her beneath the coating of dust, and as the words 'no more,' dripped against her tongue like melting icicles, she instead heard herself say, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he said hotly, hungrily, his words growling in his throat before pulling her upward and melting her face with his. All around her she felt a holy light as she fell into him, became one with him, her heart thumping and water rinsing her eyes pure. Backing away, he nuzzled his nose against hers and softly spoke out, “I need to tickle you.”
“Yes! Yes!” she panted out, writhing and smiling as she fell back to earth, the tickling of her heels anchoring her to the world. Her heart fluttered and pattered as breathlessly called out, “please tickle me. Please.” Squirming on the bed, her ankles shook and she thumped the tops of her feet against the mattress. His presence left her and she sat, cold and alone, wishing he would return but at the same time desperate winds howled within her and against her soles, winds that she needed beaten away from her. She heard the mortar click against the wood again, then bit her lower lip and huffed in air through her nostrils as he whisked the brush through the dust.
The bed creaked at her feet and she gleefully squealed, clenching her toes as he gently took them in his hand before weaving them into his lap. Immediately she felt weak, paralyzed and entirely helpless before him, yet incredibly empowered by her ability to do this wonderful act for him. The sinister sensations prickled against her and she giggled sharply before wiggling against the mattress and panting out, “I love you.”
Silence lingered in the air like a threatening mass of black clouds. Taking in shaky breaths, she wiggled her toes then felt the loving, gentle caress of his fingers over the balls of her feet and her arches. At once she gasped and squealed, curling her toes into his pinkies as he slowly rubbed up and down. Thick craving set in as he touched her and she wished for nothing more than to savor that moment forever; it truly felt as though he reached through her, caressing her heart with his smooth hands.
He stroked down then swept up slightly faster before running his fingers downward quicker than before, rattling them against her. Hissing out a “Heee—heeee,” she swayed back and forth, flicking her toes at him as her body went to war with itself, demanding his touch but at the same time suffering at it. The urge to laugh welled within her but she staved it off, knowing he needed her to. He pressed the warm weight of his hand into her ankles, holding her still, and then she felt his breath over her toes. Though her jaw flew open to cry out 'not that!' she only uttered a quick gasp before he cut her off.
“I love you too.” A river of hot emotion erupted within her and she smiled serenely as though she walked among a field of millions of waist high flowers colored like the stars. Lost in the wonder, she forgot herself for a moment, the buzzing at her heels a mere after thought. His teeth set into the base of her big toe and she shrieked wildly, yanked back to reality as she let out an earth shattering “Eeeyaaah!” Flailing about, she felt helpless, powerless before him as she guffawed wildly, her heart beating within her chest as he nibbled on the bottom of her toe. His hand held her firmly in place so that all she had to do was sit and suffer for him, laugh for him.
After an agonizingly long second he rose away, his warm chuckles raining against her sole as she fell dormant, panting heavily. Again he tinked the brush against the mortar, this time uttering, “Your feet are too damn beautiful. I can't help myself.” Huffing in hot sheets of air, she felt an aura of gold fill her, unbelievable happiness at her control over him. Wiggling her toes, she smirked, imagining the voracious look that filled his dark eyes as he took in her feet, as he thought upon her offering herself so freely to him. She imagined the chains she wrapped around his heart simply by removing her shoes and sitting across the room, legs crossed while she read a book, waiting, wondering which of them would break first. She heard him panting heavily as he whispered out “I love you,” again.
Then the brush landed against her, stroking up the outer edge of her foot. Spilling air through her teeth, she hissed out a long “tsss” before a giggle bubbled within her throat. In an attempt to contain it, she shirked to her side, then twitched onto her arm, feeling her grip on the laughter breaking. It spilled through her teeth, rising and falling like stormy waves as she mewled out, “Tssseeheheheee.” The light bristles left maddeningly soft traces against her, and she felt the soft imprint of the powder they left. Swiping upward, the brush crested away just before reaching her pinky toe.
Without delay the needles set in from all angles, puncturing through her with their wiggling, seductive nature. They licked at her, reaching deep within her with their piercing tongues that ran up her legs and over her torso. A thunderous groan rumbled in the back of her throat and she leaned forward, sinking her teeth into the sheet to gag herself as she writhed from side to side. The sound of the brush tinking against the mortar came. Pulling at her wrists and ankles, she enjoyed the sensation of the rope holding her in place while the loving touch of his hand held her heels from pulling away.
Hesitation no longer held him back and he dashed the brush up the edge of her other foot in a swift motion, carefully dusting her for ticklishness. Squealing, she thrust her hips and stomach as her feet attempted to wiggle free of his grip, her toes clenching tightly, showing their obsidian, diamond speckled polish to him. As she clutched them tighter and tighter, she felt the color drain from her soles as she wiggled her toes lightly, punishing him with her heavenly wrinkles.
Desperation to feel his touch, his fingers and his tongue against her flesh welled painfully within her and for a moment, as his weapon of choice lifted away and as the gurgling agony of the crawling bugs scaled up her skin, she cursed his method of torture. With her entire being she wished he had instead locked her up in a stockade and tickled her himself so that she might enjoy his touch and he hers, and that he might punish her for her beauty while she goaded him forever onward with it. Squirming her soles back and forth, she hoped that agony fueled him as she desperately wished to lay by his side, locked within his arms.
The brush tinked again, this time like an executioner's weeping bell and she froze, stifling the hysteria that bubbled within her. Even in this frozen state the hounding sensation of the scratching insects stabbed at her mind in an attempt to distract her from the incoming onslaught. Shuffling her feet from side to side, she curled her toes, wondering which foot he would strike next, which one he would pollinate with his cruel desires.
Cool silence masqueraded about her and she felt her eyes flitting back and forth, her left wrist twitching as she waited. The muscles in her chest grew tight and her breathing hastened as she felt her skin crawl, her stomach squirming uncontrollably and dragging her hips with it. Clenching her teeth, she felt the sensation of vines biting into her and slithering up her feet. Air moved above her right foot and she braced, pulling her feet to the left.
His fingers danced over her arches, his supple skin melding into hers while his thin cut nails drew in the rear. At once she flopped up and down on the bed, her mouth crashing open as she howled, “Oh gohohod!” before laughing maniacally. Flipping about, he held her in place as he waggled ticklishness up and down her arches while she let out a shrill, ear piercing “Eeeyaahahahaha!” All of the control over her body vanished, and through the laughter she felt her inner self smile wickedly, greatly enjoying the freedom from choice.
“No, No!” she choked out as his fingers slipped from foot to foot, scrawling down the immobile centers of her soles while he hugged her feet into his stomach. For a short while she stretched her neck and her head in a vain attempt to separate from her feet, then she cowered downward, pressing her chin into her chest. Rolling back onto her stomach, she gasped out crazed bouts of laughter as though he wrote the most hilarious joke in the world on her bare skin. Pressing her forehead against the mattress, she arched her back upward before wiggling on the sheets like a snake.
The primordial need to be with him throbbed inside of her, the need to be together, to be held by him. As he tortured her she puffed out delirious laughter while gibbering out a pleading cry for mercy. Magma gathered in her stomach while pulsing between her thighs, and she felt the heat grip into her chest and shoulders. Thrusting her hips hard into the mattress, she grunted then clamped her teeth together, squealing as he ruthlessly tortured her soles.
His fingers vanished suddenly and she collapsed into a gasping mess, feeling her hair spray over her face as she did so. Just as her muscles relaxed, she felt the brush whiz over the ball of one foot, her stomach suddenly squeezing a cry out of her as she hopped up and stretched her body taut. In that single instant she felt the dust claim that upper arc, just beneath her toes and instinctively she held her toes back, forcing her feet to remain still so as not to spread that horrible material into her digits.
The muscles in her face began to ache as she pressed her teeth together, groaning out a strained squeal as the dust drilled into her, inserting the thousands of writhing vines into her foot. Panting, she prayed silently that she might endure while the brush banged against the stone mortar before coating her other ball. Stretching her toes back, she pressed her tongue over her upper lip as she squirmed, the flames igniting against her skin.
Rolling out her lower lip, a splash of a moan escaped her lips while the wicked, ghostly appendages set to work, their touch piercing more deeply than the ones that wrapped over her heels and choked the edges of her feet. As though he struck the leyline of her soul, she felt the sensation mirror the entire way up her legs and into the center of her backside before fanning outward. With all of her being she wanted to wiggle her toes and shake her feet yet she remained deathly still, hoping to keep her toes free for even a moment longer. Goosebumps nibbled at her backside though, as she knew they would be taken from her, that no matter how long she lasted he would claim them. Biting her lower lip, she chuckled uncontrollably as she meditated on his devotion to her.
Wasting no time the brush drummed against the mortar, her right toes twitching violently. “No,” she called out breathlessly as she slowly crooked her head to the right, the dark hands of fear clawing at her backside. “Don't,” she said, her hair clinging to her face, sticking to her lips and across her damp cheeks. She wasn't ready, she needed more time. “Anything, anything,” she bayed out, hoping to forestall the inevitable. Swaying her hips, she pushed herself into the mattress heavily as she gulped. As she gyrated away, she pressed her hips into the mattress again, squeezing her thighs together. Still, she knew that the sooner he dusted the entirety of her soles, the sooner she would be in his arms again.
An intense longing bounded within her while the molten light flashed between her hips and her heart fluttered with joy and purpose. All the while her ribs felt as though they were splintering apart, that her body was coming undone. She lay, twitching and breathing heavily, her eyes glossed over beneath the blindfold as she stared into the indeterminable darkness. It was coming, it was coming. Gulping, she edged her chin into her chest, her fingers trembling. His voice came, and her eyes went wide as the words dropped against her, shattering like icicles. “Which foot?”
Oh goddess, oh goddess she thought to herself as she squirmed back and forth. Flicking her toes rapidly, she bit her lower lip and inhaled deeply. The herbs worked their magic against her, a smile croaking on her lips as a wilted “tehehee,” rolled from her mouth. A delicious thought bubbled along her tongue at the thought of teasing him, of taunting him, of refusing to yield to his demand and of the absolutely horrible things he might do to her in response. Again the herbs sang against her skin, buzzing and burning. She arched her back and gasped then clamped her teeth shut, shaking her head back and forth as she inhaled and exhaled rapidly to disguise her laughter. Opening her jaw, she felt her breath quiver as her lips twitched. For a moment she flapped her feet back and forth, imagining her helpless soles as she went back and forth over which one to condemn. With a nod, she slowly drawled out “my right foot, love.”
As her words left her she felt her heart give out and her willpower fade. Elation filled her, bright as daylight, carbonating her and making her practically float away. Stretching back the toes of the foot she had damned, she felt her skin elongate and she felt the dust etch its harmonious merriment into her. Every single fizzing sensation that he gifted to her felt like a kiss across her lips, and she writhed for a moment as bliss took hold of her heart at the thought of gifting her feet, the part of her he so cherished, to him to do as he pleased. A sputtering sob of holy light sparkled within her throat, and she felt snail like tears streak down her cheeks. The brush landed against her arch, rippling back and forth rapidly and she squealed out a squeaky “Eeeeeheehee!” as he commanded her to slither in place.
Just as he edged the brush upward, powdering the remainder of her foot, she felt the catastrophic biting and gnawing of the alchemy press into her. Stretching her neck out, she gasped out a strained “Ahh!” before wiggling to her right and pressing her cheek into her shoulder. “Ahh!” she called out again as the hellish tongues rent her foot apart, whispering of the suffering that they would soon inflict onto her flesh. “Ahh! Ahh!” The throbbing light within her grew wild and as she lay, twitching and panting, she heard the tinking of the brush against the mortar.
Agonizing anticipation rifled through her, spinning a whirlwind around her heart as the seconds grew long. Then, in an instant the deepest part of her arch felt the loving caress of the brush to which she responded with a surprised “Yee!” This was it, she thought as thick walls began to rise around her mind, compressing what little free thought she had left. The dust sped up the thick part of her arch, winding around the edge of her ball and then down the center of her foot. As he touched the crevice at the center of her foot he dusted up and down several times, imprinting it heavily while she balked and shrieked out “Yeee-aaah!”. Even after he left she continued to press her knees into the bed while she flailed about, howling out “Ayeaaa!” Biting into the mattress, she swatted her feet from side to side, unable to deflect the brush from coating the center of her foot and continuing to the untouched bottom of her arches.
Whimpering, she felt happiness take hold of her heart while thick, ugly tears rolled down her cheeks. A great blaze burned across her soles as though he held a magnifying glass over them while running a feather along them. A low growling “Ooooohhhh!” filtered through her teeth, then she sucked in her lips and moaned wildly. The Jurassic need for his presence gripped into her shoulders as she lay, defeated, her most precious parts undone by his hands. White hot love blasted through her lungs as she envisioned herself, of her feet laying there helpless before him. The inferno of need, of needing him, clawed through her and she wiggled her toes, knowing that he needed her. The thought of needing each other amplified the agonizing euphoria that swelled at her hips and she began huffing wildly, panting and groaning between screeching hisses of laughter.
Still, she knew. She knew he saved her most sensitive parts for last, and as he dashed the brush against the mortar she brought her knees upward, clicking her heels against his hands as her lungs expelled a brash cry of “Not my toes!” Her lips betrayed her, revealing her wide, joyous teeth. She needed to be complete. She needed to have them coated, but still she called out, “Don't! Don't!” A needling fear of not being able to endure his torment dashed across her backside like a feather, but the warm thought of the challenge, of being crushed and having him save her, of being completely broken pushed the fear aside. He needed her she thought again and again, her heart practically bursting with weeping bliss as he continued to click the brush against the mortar, gathering the last of his creation.
A thick air of silence hung over her as the light scratching and the mischievous tongues tortured her. Her stomach became taut, the smile permanently engraved into her cheeks. Aches ran like cracks along her face, and her cheeks were hot with color. Her whole body seemed like a tightly wound spring, compressing further and further as she waited, anticipating the torment that he would set against her toes. Just as she took in a breath she felt the brush against her pinky toe, and at once she gasped, cried, moaned, laughed and screamed out, “Oooaauughhhahahah!”
Immediately the sensations popped and sparkled against her as she instinctively curled her toes inward. With just a click of his tongue she balked, spreading her shoulders out and pulling her toes back so as to best allow him to cover them. The brush moved slowly, sweeping over the entirety of her pinky toe and then dipping between her toes while she pressed herself further and further into the mattress, shoving her face into it as she screamed at the top of her lungs. Cresting upward, he moved slowly, ensuring an even, clean coating of his diabolical creation over the next toe, then the next and the next. With each one conquered she felt herself unravel as though he plucked at the strings of her being.
Swirling the brush around her big toe, he ensured that it was coated before sweeping over the next and the next. Before he even took the last of her toes she began wildly calling out, “No more! Ahhhh! No more!” between bouts of frenzied laughter. As though she were standing behind a mast and served as the only source of wind in the world, she howled at the top of her lungs, “Ahhahahahah-eeee!” while he repurposed her toes against her. Then they were gone, stolen from her, and all she could do, all she had left to do, was lay and laugh, serving him, serving herself.
As the world drifted from her, she felt herself falling through a sea of darkness, swirling through a vortex of shadowy waters. Free thought evaporated from her and she lost sense of herself and of time as she lay there, laughing as hard as she could while she wiggled her feet back and forth. The void clawed around her, biting at her, gnawing at her, and she felt herself melt into it, losing her form save for her feet, those prestigious parts of her body floating along the water, her soles face up for all to see. Twinkling star-fire pulsed over them and she felt the cosmos twirling within her, the light of creation hugging her soul with a cloak of love and warmth.
The clouds of darkness abated and she saw the light of the room as he tugged away her blindfold. Sniffling, she felt water pour from her eyes while millions of insects played against her feet, tickling her soles and spreading havoc against her. With a sob of laughter, she looked into the voracious eyes of her champion, falling into them as he set against the bed and pulled her into his arms, damming her lips with his. Her savior pulled her tight and she felt at ease despite the horror that he painted against her, and as she rolled onto her shoulder, she set her face into his chest and laughed for him, suffering for him while she pushed her body into his. A waterfall of love and light poured through her as he held her squirming form with both arms while planting his lips against her forehead repeatedly.
For several moments he stared into her eyes and she fell into his watery gaze as the words he often repeated rained against her. “Your eyes are like the night sky.” Brushing a hand through her hair, she felt the soothing touch of his voice again. “I love you”. Her body pulsed with his and she felt herself become a blistering white light merging with his shadowy essence. For what felt like hours they blended together, he caging her light within his arms while her wild laughter beating around the universe, mingling amongst the sooty background punctured by the stars. Her entire soul glittered and sparkled like diamond raindrops in silvery moonlight. The earthly scent of the world called to her and she felt herself descend from the heavens, a blinding light guiding her radiant form back. Joy, pure and simple, filled her, spreading through her veins and running along her skin like brilliant water. Awe and amazement at the wonders of her body flooded her, drowning her sense of reality.
As she returned she felt the intense heat of a dragon's breath over her soles and she screamed as a furious tickling hellfire rained over her feet. Still her heart beamed with love as his arms, soft and malleable like cotton yet firm and unyielding as steel, held her in place. She begged him, pleaded with him, her voice sloppy and drowned as she called out everything at once amidst crazed laughter: stop, help, never let me go, I'm yours, tickle me, tickle my feet, they belong to you, I'm your tickle slave. As the winds of life ripped through her chest, catching her breath and carrying it for all to hear, she pressed her face laughter poured from her while her tears set a puddle into her chest until she screamed at the top of her lungs “I love you!”
A gentle kiss silenced her cries and he set a hand on her cheek, forcing their eyes to clash once more. Sobbing into his chest, she screamed into him, flooding him with her raw, pure emotions. As her feet blazed with his fiery passion she came undone, and as her soul poured from her body he held her there, held her together. Melting into him, she joined him and as they became one she heard his voice scratch at the back of her neck. “I love you too.”
