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So here is the other sequel that absolutely no one asked for 
Same deal as last time: I figured I might as well share the last part that I've written of this series, for the hell of it, regardless of apparent lack of demand!
FYI, the previous three parts of this series can be found here:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...ckling-odyssey-(M-FF-First-story-in-15-years)
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...yssey-Pt-1-(M-FF-Ruby-Rose-Jennifer-Lawrence)
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...2-Tools-(M-F-Ruby-Rose-amp-Jennifer-Lawrence)
If you can't be bothered to read those, you should know that the two women described are real-life colleagues of mine from yesteryear, and are being "Played" in their parts by Ruby Rose and Jennifer Lawrence, who they resemble closest physically. At the very end another former colleague pops up, and she will be "Played" by Amy Adams, if I get around to continuing the series.
Again, please enjoy. Or don't
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III
This time was different, however. There would be no tactile reward of a foot fondling from him, simply a swift change in implement. He had been paying close attention to the girl’s energy levels during the entire session, and he had surmised that their stamina had been gradually increasing; they were able to go longer with each instrument used. So he could step it up without risking overstimulating the girls, or fearing that they would pass out. Thinking about it, if it came to that, he could correct it anyway. Therefore, they were ready for the ultimate tickle torture device. The comb hadn’t taken much oil off, but he quickly dabbed some around their feet, in a matter of seconds this time. Then he reached into the box, knowing what he would find in advance. Making a quick plan in his head, he decided he would just start with one between both of them to begin with, and then he’d get meaner, and really give them hell. The girls looked as though they had been expecting a massage-break – as he had given them after the use of most tools – and their disappointment at this quickly snowballed into a sense of dread, as he flashed them a wolfish grin.
He turned the device on, and the unmistakable sound of a fully charged, vibrating, electric toothbrush filled the room. Even if they hadn’t seen it yet, the girls seemed to know instinctively that whatever was making that sound was not good news. He held it up cartoonishly. He decided the time was finally right for a bit of verbal (to increase the tension), so he started playing “Eeny Meeny Miny Moe” to help him choose who to start with, brandishing the toothbrush as he did it so that the girls could follow the selection process clearly. When he would point at one of the girls with the brush, they would unwittingly shudder, causing his arousal to grow further. He reached the end of the rhyme, and found the toothbrush, humming, was pointed at Jennifer. Ruby sighed with relief loudly. “Don’t look too relieved”, he said, “Or I’ll have to get extra cruel with you, when I’m finished with Jen.” He looked at Jennifer. “Ready?” Jennifer frantically began to protest, the fingers on her hands spread out in alarm and her nails rapped against the arm of her chair as she struggled and struggled to try and escape from what she knew was coming: the tickling of her life.
He gripped Jennifer’s right foot. He figured he should start at the foot on the ‘outside’ of the stocked arrangement before him: he’d do Jennifer’s right, then her left, then move onto Ruby, who was of course to the right of Jennifer. He started. He merely placed the brush head of the vibrating apparatus in the middle of the trapped, greased sole. Jennifer visibly felt the contact, then threw her head back, scrunched her eyes closed, and howled and howled and howled. It was wonderful. He slowly moved the head up and down, making small circles and patterns all over the trembling, desperate, beautiful foot; he wanted to ensure that by the time he was done, every inch of the sumptuous, tender flesh on the girl’s feet had felt the full ravaging impact of the most ticklish invention created by a man.
He set about this, completing more circles, zig-zags, stroking up and down, and side to side, just absolutely all over Jennifer’s tremendously attractive sole, and tracing maddening cyclical patterns around the ball. When he felt the sole had been done he held the foot firmly with one hand and worked the side, getting all up the instep, around and under the heel, up the outside, and then up to Jennifer’s freakishly ticklish toes, the baby pink, gleaming polish catching the light in the ceiling as they wiggled desperately in their bondage, futilely attempting to evade the overpowering physical sensation that was being forced upon them.
Jen was in absolute ticklish agony: she was trying to jump up in her seat, seemingly to try and distract her from the overwhelming feelings in her foot; presumably, her ticklishness had caused a desperation in her and she would try anything to tamper it. But it was pointless: she was too ticklish, too well-restrained and the weapon that he was wielding was far too efficient in causing carnage. By the time he had finished brushing the whole circumference of her big toe (He had effectively gone ‘full circle’ around the structure of the foot), Jennifer seemed like she was losing her voice from screaming hysterics. He considered this, and quickly changed it: it wouldn’t do to have her lose her ability to satisfy his desire to hear her laugh her head off. “I’ve given you your voice back” he taunted “Otherwise you won’t be able to tell me how much you’re enjoying it, when I do your other foot….”
He put his money where his mouth was. He took the left foot and gave it as good a going over as the right had received, taking a long time to completely cover every millimetre of the foot with the bristles. By the time he was getting near to finishing up, he had started to shoot Ruby occasional menacing glances. Despite being second in the running order, he supposed Ruby’s fate was probably worse: she had had to watch as her subordinate was utterly, objectively tortured with the tool that she was about to have used on her. It mustn’t have been a pleasant prospect for her to face, and yet it seemed she couldn’t look away. As he got toward the end of Jennifer’s brushing – he had taken to holding the stalk of the vibrating brush against the inside of her toes, causing a new form of madness in her reaction – he noticed that Ruby’s breasts moved up and down more dramatically, as her breathing reflexively became more laboured at the mere thought that her turn was soon coming. It did seem that she was to suffer twice – once in the viewing and worrying about the strength of the tickling that was to come, and then in the tickling itself. He decided it was just about time for the ‘second phase’ of Ruby’s punishment.
He released Jennifer. She continued laughing for the longest ‘post-tickling’ laughter period he had yet seen – many, many, many seconds. Then he clutched Ruby’s right foot. As he held it, he glimpsed the tattoo that covered the top of it, and had a wicked idea. Not only would Ruby suffer the torture of the toothbrush – having witnessed first-hand the devastation it would cause – he would tickle more of her foot. He released the toes of her right foot, before holding it once more. “I did warn you about that relief you were feeling…”, he mocked, as he held her foot by the sole and pulled it down slightly, exposing the smooth skin at the top of her foot, which was sublimely textured due to all the oil that had run down onto it from the regular oiling that her toes had been getting. There was only one thing for it: he’d trace the tattoo.
He began at the outside of the flower image, tracing around the ink delicately. Ruby had started guffawing at the technique from the second the bristles touched the top of her foot; there was no hope for her. He deliberately took his time, tracing the surprisingly complex and intricate design, and sending Ruby into further hysterics. When he’d finished the tattoo, he ensured he got the rest of the foot-top, from the top of the ankle (which didn’t seem unticklish) right up to the tops of Ruby’s lovely toes, getting the bristles into the adorable little creases and tiny wrinkles that populated the toes as they flexed. He moved methodically in vertical lines until he was sure the whole top of the foot was done, then he resecured Ruby’s toes and hit the sole as he had with Jennifer.
As he expected, Ruby’s response was even further heightened, and she started positively losing it: shouting, screaming and above all, bellowing laughter into her gag. What a fabulous sight. He was sure to be as thorough with the rest of Ruby’s foot as he had been with Jennifer’s, getting absolutely everywhere with the tremendously teasing tickling artillery. When the right was done, he released the toes of her left as he had done with the right, and traced the ‘charm bracelet’ tattoo that adorned her left ankle. This still tickled her – despite a slight reduction in noise – but since it was clearly a step down from other areas of the foot as regarded sensitivity, he made it quick. Then he completed his vertical repetitions over the top of the foot, before tying the cute digits up again and going at the sole and ball of the newly-restrained left foot. Ruby’s laughter once again escalated, particularly when her sole would wrinkle up slightly and he’d rake the brush head across the wrinkles, tormenting the bunched skin. As he got to the end of brushing Ruby’s toes, he began to take in Jennifer. To credit her intelligence, he could see that she was aware that even though he was not currently tickling her, the ordeal wasn’t over. He would confirm this to her.
He switched the toothbrush off, and gave Ruby a brief rest. As she finally stopped laughing it was strange to observe silence in the office: it had been getting louder and louder throughout the session. He wanted to continue the trend. As he reached for the second toothbrush in the box, both girls started uselessly protesting anew. He thought about which woman he was going to continue to tickle personally, and which one would be at the mercy of an enchanted electric toothbrush. He decided that he couldn’t choose, so he would enchant both, and watch the show. He held both brushes before the perfect feet, pressed the ‘on’ button, and let go, slinking back into his chair and appreciating the spectacle he was about to be treated to. The girl’s eyes were bulging with fear at the impact the brushes were going to have on them, and they didn’t have to imagine it for very long, as the animated objects began to torment them with surprising relish. Jennifer’s toothbrush had started at her heel, almost completing a swinging motion around the bottom of the heel as it tickled the semi-circled shape at the base of the foot. Ruby’s was stroking slowly but constantly across the silky, stretched skin of her sole. The girls were in utter ticklish distress, and as the toothbrushes began to cover more ground this only grew.
In the same manner as the other objects he had used his newfound powers on, the toothbrushes seemed to have a sense of how to succeed in driving their victims to near-madness. They seemed to sense when they were coming close to over-saturating an area, and would switch to a totally different place, heightening the suspense in the ticklee and exacerbating the impact of the torture. A brush would be feverishly tickling the underside of a toe, then it would rapidly whip downwards – dragging the brush head as it went – to the middle of the arch, causing shock to the woman on the receiving end, as well as considerable, enhanced ticklishness. The brushes had also somehow gained the ability – he wasn’t sure how it worked – to release the girl’s toes from their restraints, so that they could cover the tops of the feet as well. Ruby’s brush was tracing her tattoo, in the way that he had, whilst Jennifer’s brush was doing vertical lengths from the tops of her toes all the way up to her graceful ankles. Then the feet would be pushed back upwards in order for the toes to be tied once more, so the abuse of the soles and the rest of the feet could continue. He had made a good choice in stepping back himself, he decided, but there was one thing left to do to cause the girls to go ‘up to eleven’.
He snapped his fingers, and two more brushes appeared from the box, floating in mid-air. Both girls were laughing so hard that they were clasping their eyes shut, but as the extra toothbrushes turned on and increased the sound of vibration in the room, their eyes both popped open, and they looked at him in disbelief. Ruby – somewhat impressively, given she was screeching into her gag moments before – managed to audibly cry “PLEEEEEEEEASE!!!!!!” into her gag. He smiled at this. “Please?” he said. “OK then, if you insist.” He clicked his fingers again and the new brushes entered the fray zealously. The original brushes sensed their presence, and moved over to accommodate their new brethren: they took one foot each. The girl’s laughter began a crescendo, getting more intense, wild and desperate as the absolute overload of tickling hit their soles. The brushes had ‘figured out’ that the brush head at the top of the shaft could be removed, leaving a vibrating metal strip, which if placed correctly, could be forced between the girl’s toes, troubling them colossally and causing them to laugh uproariously. He was delighted to see this, and even more delighted to observe that as the tool performed this the brush head would not remain idle – it would start to brush at a ball or a heel independently.
For some reason, this sight was the final straw, and caused him to acknowledge that he could no longer ignore the intense arousal that he had been experiencing for as long as he had gained these ridiculous powers and had put the women into this situation. He pleasured himself as he drank in the sight of the utter tickle torture that was taking place before him, finishing at the exact moment one of the headless brushes had begun strumming the vibrating metal strip up and down the perfection of Jennifer’s beautiful, tan sole whilst the brush head traced paths on the miniscule creases at the very tips of her delectable toes. It was too much for him and he came intensely at the sight.
After he had cleaned things up, he beheld the girls with a slightly less lustful eye. He looked at Jennifer. The effect of so much tickling had begun to show now, and tears of laughter had been streaming down her face, matched, he realised, by Ruby’s. The delicately composed makeup that they had both confidently applied this morning, sure in their knowledge that this would just be another day in the office, was in ruins, and their mascara especially ran tracks down both the girl’s faces, a physical, rendered testament to their day of ticklish suffering. Clearly this was off the scale for the girls and he wondered if he was overdoing it. Both girls seemed to be responding in kind, moving from screaming and shouting at the top of their lungs, to a sort of cackling-arrest, a fit of laughter which they had absolutely no control over, in which the only thing that would escape their mouths was silence. It was almost as if they didn’t have control of their bodies anymore: at each contact with the dozens of bristles they would buck, and thrash involuntarily. He left it a few more minutes, selfishly allowing himself to recover from his own recent physical outburst. By then the tickling was becoming super intense, and as thrilling as it was to tickle the girls within an inch of their lives, he didn’t want to cause them genuine upset or psychologically damage them. So he finally let up, and returned the toothbrushes to the box. He merely sat for a couple of minutes and let the girl’s heart rates and breathing return to normal.
The girls had now been tickled for a very, very long time, and even though he wasn’t sure which direction he was going to go next, he felt they should have a reprieve. After depositing the toothbrushes back in the box, he spotted that the toothbrushes had had the same effect as the hairbrush and rope earlier: they had worn away some of the oil from the girl’s feet and toes. He looked at their beautiful, enervated feet with some sympathy, and felt they deserved a treat of sorts. He shifted his chair forwards so that his face was right up in front of Ruby’s frazzled toes, grasped a foot firmly, and took them into his warm, waiting mouth. His aim was not to tickle, but to soothe, and as soon as Ruby realised that he was not doing it to torture her further, she relaxed into it, letting her shoulders slump and her head fall back, and closing her eyes with intense enjoyment and increasing arousal as his tongue worked out the kinks in between and around her grateful toes. Ruby moaned loudly. He realised that his plan not to edge the beautiful women under his control was fast becoming unwittingly abandoned. But he didn’t care. He wasn’t just attracted to Ruby and Jennifer, he cared for them as people and he was becoming more and more adamant that they would alternate between the pain of the tickle torture, and at least some degree of sexual pleasure. It wasn’t as if he didn’t enjoy caring for their feet. He did, and as he lovingly kissed and sucked Ruby’s toes he took his hands and rubbed the rest of the foot very intensely.
Ruby made increasingly suggestive noises as he performed this for her and gasped as he stopped, before moving onto the next foot. Jennifer calmly watched this, and he felt that he could see some envy and impatience in her eyes as she looked at the pampering her superior was receiving; she had clearly deduced that she was next and seemed desirous that it was so. He played with Ruby’s toes in his mouth for a few minutes more, taking great care not to tickle (Which of course he could easily have done had he been so inclined), and combining the mouth-work on her toes with pressure from his fingers all over the rest of the foot before he finished. Ruby looked disappointed as he withdrew: he could tell there had been a huge stirring in what was left of her tights, and he considered helping her out for a moment. She had turned a fetching shade of red, her legs were shaking, and there was longing in her eyes. This hadn’t been part of the plan, but being a fan of jazz he could always see the value of improvisation. He had to make sure she wanted what he thought she did, so he directly asked her: “Do you want me to?” She hurriedly nodded her head, with a pleading in her eyes which made him determined to sate the lust that he had caused in his boss and friend.
He released her ankles from the stocks, moving them aside, and helped her rotate them for a second until there was a small “pop”. He got to his knees in front of her. Then he took hold of the nylons at her waist and pulled them down her legs until they were off, gripping her expensive underwear straight after that and pulling it down her legs until it too was lying on the floor. She spread for him, and he placed her knees on his shoulders and advanced, putting his face to her sex and using his tongue to drive her into instant delirium. He was a seasoned head-giver, and he used every trick in the book to inspire Ruby into the biggest orgasm she had ever had, with several repetitions getting absolutely all over him as she climaxed again and again and again. When she’d finished, he fabricated a set of moist cleaning wipes, and cleaned both Ruby and himself up, taking care not to overstimulate her as he did so. Ruby panted and heaved her chest with laboured breathing, caused by the intensity of the pleasure. “Happy?” he asked, and she nodded vigorously but with a hint of fatigue as she came down from the enormous occurrence that had just befallen her loins. She exhaled loudly. He gave her a kiss on the forehead, before she tipped her head back and drank in the release of the physical trial she had been through. Then he looked at Jennifer.
“Your turn?” he asked. She nodded just as desperately as Ruby had; clearly the evidence with what he could do with his tongue to a woman’s feet and elsewhere had made an impression on Jennifer, and she was almost literally gagging for the same attentions. He placed himself in front of the gorgeous golden feet, before sensually placing her toes in his mouth. He kissed, licked, and sucked, and could soon feel the same stirrings in Jennifer as he had earlier felt in Ruby. He looked at her and saw her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the sensations within her foot, which were pleasurable – for a change. He supposed this must have been odd, given that a short time before both of the girls would have probably given anything to entirely remove sensation in their deathly ticklish feet. Now the opposite was true, and as he utilised his tongue to ease Jennifer’s hot, appealing toes, and used his hands to passionately rub the foot that he was attending to, she was in heaven.
She had larger breasts than Ruby, and he could see that her nipples were bulging through the fabric of her top. He momentarily removed her foot from his mouth and enquired: “Do you want me to play with those too?” The question was not met with disputation, and so as he took the next foot into his mouth he reached over the stocks and fondled Jennifer’s breasts through her top. After a bit of teasing, he decided he’d step it up, so he ‘disappeared’ the top with his powers, exposing Jennifer’s sizzling hot upper body. Her tits swayed slightly as she sank into her chair in pleasure at the touch of his fingers on her nipples and the sensation of his tongue on her toes. He wondered whether all the tickling had been worth it for this! He could feel her arousal peaking, so he unclasped the stocks, giving her ankles a short massage, before whipping off her trousers and underwear in one movement, then taking her knees onto his shoulder as he had done with Ruby, and entering her with his tongue. Such was the sexual ecstasy he had brought her to, it was not long before she came multiple times over him, again covering him in mess. But he didn’t care, she had deserved it as much as Ruby had, if not more – for having to wait her turn. He cleaned them both up, and kissed her gently upon the forehead, brushing some hair that had come down irritatingly onto her face to one side. He didn’t put the girls back into the stocks, as he thought it must have felt nice for them to be able to place their feet flat onto the office floor, having had them stocked for such a long time.
He was then forced to consider a practical matter: the time. He had been alternately pleasuring and (mostly) tormenting the girls for several hours at the least, and even though it was morning when their meeting had begun, it was actually remarkable that nobody had bothered them, with Ruby being the boss and therefore usually struggling to go half an hour at a time without being hounded over some issue or other. This fact hit him and his curiosity was suddenly piqued: why hadn’t anybody even knocked on the door in all the time that this had been going on? He had been so absorbed with the events in the room, lost in his pleasure, that he hadn’t considered what might be going on around the rest of the building. It was then that he saw the clock on the wall, and remembered one of his micro-experiments from earlier on, when he’d discovered that he could seemingly do anything. He had a suspicion, but it surely couldn’t be?
He approached the girls, and gave them another affectionate kiss each on the head. “Just relax for now, I need to check something” he instructed. He opened the door to the office very slightly and was expecting the girls to shout out to try and attract attention, but they did not: evidently they were exhausted by the intensity of the tickling and subsequent orgasms he had given them, and whilst they both strained their necks slightly to try and see outside, they remained silent. Looking back at them, he decided he didn’t like the asymmetry of Jennifer now being naked and Ruby still having her blouse on. He swiped a finger, and Ruby’s blouse disappeared, causing her to jump mildly in her chair. That was better. He then left the room, locking the door behind him with a wave of his hand.
He walked down the short corridor, up to the administrator’s station. He asked Amy, one of the admins, for the time. She smiled her usual sweet smile. Amy was in her early thirties, fair skinned, with striking strawberry blonde hair, which she almost always wore in a ponytail; today was no different. She consulted a small silver watch on the underside of her slender wrist. “It’s just before 10.” The enormity of what she had just said almost caused him to stagger where he stood, but he regained his composure quickly, and feigned cool. “Thanks. Will you come to Ruby’s office in about an hour? I need you for something” He asked. “Sure.” Amy said, going back to her computer screen. As he began the short walk back up to Ruby’s office, the reality of the situation hit him once more. He hadn’t just been messing with the hands of the clock earlier, when he was experimenting. He had stopped time Clearly, the effect hadn’t been felt around the office, based on the ordinary, mundane way that Amy had responded when he had asked her the time. But the effect that this information had upon the scenario was enormous. He could, if he so wished, move around the office at his leisure, enacting whatever he wanted to enact, taking as long as he wanted. The rules of the universe had seemingly dissipated. The thought was almost earth-shattering. But he suddenly felt tired, and wanted to get back to the girls before he thought further about what to do with the day.
He unlocked the door, entered, and locked it again. Both girls were slunk in their chairs, looking worn out. He felt that they had had enough tickling for the time being, and he was beat. He looked at the clock, the time on which corresponded with the time the Amy had told him. He noticed that indeed, he had inadvertently stopped the second hand. He flicked a finger and the second hand resumed its endless cyclical journey. He would have an hour. He pulled his chair up so that he was in between the girls, and motioned for them to rest their heads on his shoulders, telekinetically shifting their chairs slightly closer to him so that they could nap on him. Within what just felt like seconds, they were asleep with their heads rested upon his shoulders. He rested his head back in his chair, and slept.
The knocking on the door an hour later woke all three of them in the same instant. He snapped back into action: pointing at the clock on the wall and stopping the second hand. He gently lifted the girl’s heads off his shoulders, and gathered himself, smoothing his shirt down a little with his hand. Then he faced the girls. He brought their feet back up into the air with a wave, moved the stocks underneath them, and lowered them, resting their ankles once again in the grooves of the contraptions. He fastened them in himself, before quickly applying oil to the re-bound feet, and tying the toes up. The knocking on the door continued. The girls were obviously still waking up, but had already begun to complain into their gags. He swiped the inner foot of each woman, causing a pair of shrieks, and silenced them by pressing his finger to his lips. Then he addressed them.
“I’m leaving now, it’s time to see who else I can rustle up. I’m going to let you the box decide what to do with you: things will come out of it, and they are going to tickle, but I’ll instruct it to give you a decent break in between, and not use the toothbrushes too often. I won’t forget about you; I’ll come back in a while and see how you’re getting on without me. OK?” The girls frantically began to beg and plead anew from behind their gags, but this just caused him to chuckle pitilessly. He snapped his fingers, and a feather and a hairbrush flew out of the bag. The feather stem darted for Jennifer’s newly shining soles and the hairbrush began to start off on Ruby, at her heels. Both responded accordingly, with wild reactions. He opened the door of the office and stood there, and looking over his shoulder at the scene behind him, with a freshly gaping jaw, was Amy. He smiled at her as her flabbergasted eyes met his. She turned to run, but he already had her.
He was going to see what new horizons awaited him.
Same deal as last time: I figured I might as well share the last part that I've written of this series, for the hell of it, regardless of apparent lack of demand!
FYI, the previous three parts of this series can be found here:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...ckling-odyssey-(M-FF-First-story-in-15-years)
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...yssey-Pt-1-(M-FF-Ruby-Rose-Jennifer-Lawrence)
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...2-Tools-(M-F-Ruby-Rose-amp-Jennifer-Lawrence)
If you can't be bothered to read those, you should know that the two women described are real-life colleagues of mine from yesteryear, and are being "Played" in their parts by Ruby Rose and Jennifer Lawrence, who they resemble closest physically. At the very end another former colleague pops up, and she will be "Played" by Amy Adams, if I get around to continuing the series.
Again, please enjoy. Or don't
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III
This time was different, however. There would be no tactile reward of a foot fondling from him, simply a swift change in implement. He had been paying close attention to the girl’s energy levels during the entire session, and he had surmised that their stamina had been gradually increasing; they were able to go longer with each instrument used. So he could step it up without risking overstimulating the girls, or fearing that they would pass out. Thinking about it, if it came to that, he could correct it anyway. Therefore, they were ready for the ultimate tickle torture device. The comb hadn’t taken much oil off, but he quickly dabbed some around their feet, in a matter of seconds this time. Then he reached into the box, knowing what he would find in advance. Making a quick plan in his head, he decided he would just start with one between both of them to begin with, and then he’d get meaner, and really give them hell. The girls looked as though they had been expecting a massage-break – as he had given them after the use of most tools – and their disappointment at this quickly snowballed into a sense of dread, as he flashed them a wolfish grin.
He turned the device on, and the unmistakable sound of a fully charged, vibrating, electric toothbrush filled the room. Even if they hadn’t seen it yet, the girls seemed to know instinctively that whatever was making that sound was not good news. He held it up cartoonishly. He decided the time was finally right for a bit of verbal (to increase the tension), so he started playing “Eeny Meeny Miny Moe” to help him choose who to start with, brandishing the toothbrush as he did it so that the girls could follow the selection process clearly. When he would point at one of the girls with the brush, they would unwittingly shudder, causing his arousal to grow further. He reached the end of the rhyme, and found the toothbrush, humming, was pointed at Jennifer. Ruby sighed with relief loudly. “Don’t look too relieved”, he said, “Or I’ll have to get extra cruel with you, when I’m finished with Jen.” He looked at Jennifer. “Ready?” Jennifer frantically began to protest, the fingers on her hands spread out in alarm and her nails rapped against the arm of her chair as she struggled and struggled to try and escape from what she knew was coming: the tickling of her life.
He gripped Jennifer’s right foot. He figured he should start at the foot on the ‘outside’ of the stocked arrangement before him: he’d do Jennifer’s right, then her left, then move onto Ruby, who was of course to the right of Jennifer. He started. He merely placed the brush head of the vibrating apparatus in the middle of the trapped, greased sole. Jennifer visibly felt the contact, then threw her head back, scrunched her eyes closed, and howled and howled and howled. It was wonderful. He slowly moved the head up and down, making small circles and patterns all over the trembling, desperate, beautiful foot; he wanted to ensure that by the time he was done, every inch of the sumptuous, tender flesh on the girl’s feet had felt the full ravaging impact of the most ticklish invention created by a man.
He set about this, completing more circles, zig-zags, stroking up and down, and side to side, just absolutely all over Jennifer’s tremendously attractive sole, and tracing maddening cyclical patterns around the ball. When he felt the sole had been done he held the foot firmly with one hand and worked the side, getting all up the instep, around and under the heel, up the outside, and then up to Jennifer’s freakishly ticklish toes, the baby pink, gleaming polish catching the light in the ceiling as they wiggled desperately in their bondage, futilely attempting to evade the overpowering physical sensation that was being forced upon them.
Jen was in absolute ticklish agony: she was trying to jump up in her seat, seemingly to try and distract her from the overwhelming feelings in her foot; presumably, her ticklishness had caused a desperation in her and she would try anything to tamper it. But it was pointless: she was too ticklish, too well-restrained and the weapon that he was wielding was far too efficient in causing carnage. By the time he had finished brushing the whole circumference of her big toe (He had effectively gone ‘full circle’ around the structure of the foot), Jennifer seemed like she was losing her voice from screaming hysterics. He considered this, and quickly changed it: it wouldn’t do to have her lose her ability to satisfy his desire to hear her laugh her head off. “I’ve given you your voice back” he taunted “Otherwise you won’t be able to tell me how much you’re enjoying it, when I do your other foot….”
He put his money where his mouth was. He took the left foot and gave it as good a going over as the right had received, taking a long time to completely cover every millimetre of the foot with the bristles. By the time he was getting near to finishing up, he had started to shoot Ruby occasional menacing glances. Despite being second in the running order, he supposed Ruby’s fate was probably worse: she had had to watch as her subordinate was utterly, objectively tortured with the tool that she was about to have used on her. It mustn’t have been a pleasant prospect for her to face, and yet it seemed she couldn’t look away. As he got toward the end of Jennifer’s brushing – he had taken to holding the stalk of the vibrating brush against the inside of her toes, causing a new form of madness in her reaction – he noticed that Ruby’s breasts moved up and down more dramatically, as her breathing reflexively became more laboured at the mere thought that her turn was soon coming. It did seem that she was to suffer twice – once in the viewing and worrying about the strength of the tickling that was to come, and then in the tickling itself. He decided it was just about time for the ‘second phase’ of Ruby’s punishment.
He released Jennifer. She continued laughing for the longest ‘post-tickling’ laughter period he had yet seen – many, many, many seconds. Then he clutched Ruby’s right foot. As he held it, he glimpsed the tattoo that covered the top of it, and had a wicked idea. Not only would Ruby suffer the torture of the toothbrush – having witnessed first-hand the devastation it would cause – he would tickle more of her foot. He released the toes of her right foot, before holding it once more. “I did warn you about that relief you were feeling…”, he mocked, as he held her foot by the sole and pulled it down slightly, exposing the smooth skin at the top of her foot, which was sublimely textured due to all the oil that had run down onto it from the regular oiling that her toes had been getting. There was only one thing for it: he’d trace the tattoo.
He began at the outside of the flower image, tracing around the ink delicately. Ruby had started guffawing at the technique from the second the bristles touched the top of her foot; there was no hope for her. He deliberately took his time, tracing the surprisingly complex and intricate design, and sending Ruby into further hysterics. When he’d finished the tattoo, he ensured he got the rest of the foot-top, from the top of the ankle (which didn’t seem unticklish) right up to the tops of Ruby’s lovely toes, getting the bristles into the adorable little creases and tiny wrinkles that populated the toes as they flexed. He moved methodically in vertical lines until he was sure the whole top of the foot was done, then he resecured Ruby’s toes and hit the sole as he had with Jennifer.
As he expected, Ruby’s response was even further heightened, and she started positively losing it: shouting, screaming and above all, bellowing laughter into her gag. What a fabulous sight. He was sure to be as thorough with the rest of Ruby’s foot as he had been with Jennifer’s, getting absolutely everywhere with the tremendously teasing tickling artillery. When the right was done, he released the toes of her left as he had done with the right, and traced the ‘charm bracelet’ tattoo that adorned her left ankle. This still tickled her – despite a slight reduction in noise – but since it was clearly a step down from other areas of the foot as regarded sensitivity, he made it quick. Then he completed his vertical repetitions over the top of the foot, before tying the cute digits up again and going at the sole and ball of the newly-restrained left foot. Ruby’s laughter once again escalated, particularly when her sole would wrinkle up slightly and he’d rake the brush head across the wrinkles, tormenting the bunched skin. As he got to the end of brushing Ruby’s toes, he began to take in Jennifer. To credit her intelligence, he could see that she was aware that even though he was not currently tickling her, the ordeal wasn’t over. He would confirm this to her.
He switched the toothbrush off, and gave Ruby a brief rest. As she finally stopped laughing it was strange to observe silence in the office: it had been getting louder and louder throughout the session. He wanted to continue the trend. As he reached for the second toothbrush in the box, both girls started uselessly protesting anew. He thought about which woman he was going to continue to tickle personally, and which one would be at the mercy of an enchanted electric toothbrush. He decided that he couldn’t choose, so he would enchant both, and watch the show. He held both brushes before the perfect feet, pressed the ‘on’ button, and let go, slinking back into his chair and appreciating the spectacle he was about to be treated to. The girl’s eyes were bulging with fear at the impact the brushes were going to have on them, and they didn’t have to imagine it for very long, as the animated objects began to torment them with surprising relish. Jennifer’s toothbrush had started at her heel, almost completing a swinging motion around the bottom of the heel as it tickled the semi-circled shape at the base of the foot. Ruby’s was stroking slowly but constantly across the silky, stretched skin of her sole. The girls were in utter ticklish distress, and as the toothbrushes began to cover more ground this only grew.
In the same manner as the other objects he had used his newfound powers on, the toothbrushes seemed to have a sense of how to succeed in driving their victims to near-madness. They seemed to sense when they were coming close to over-saturating an area, and would switch to a totally different place, heightening the suspense in the ticklee and exacerbating the impact of the torture. A brush would be feverishly tickling the underside of a toe, then it would rapidly whip downwards – dragging the brush head as it went – to the middle of the arch, causing shock to the woman on the receiving end, as well as considerable, enhanced ticklishness. The brushes had also somehow gained the ability – he wasn’t sure how it worked – to release the girl’s toes from their restraints, so that they could cover the tops of the feet as well. Ruby’s brush was tracing her tattoo, in the way that he had, whilst Jennifer’s brush was doing vertical lengths from the tops of her toes all the way up to her graceful ankles. Then the feet would be pushed back upwards in order for the toes to be tied once more, so the abuse of the soles and the rest of the feet could continue. He had made a good choice in stepping back himself, he decided, but there was one thing left to do to cause the girls to go ‘up to eleven’.
He snapped his fingers, and two more brushes appeared from the box, floating in mid-air. Both girls were laughing so hard that they were clasping their eyes shut, but as the extra toothbrushes turned on and increased the sound of vibration in the room, their eyes both popped open, and they looked at him in disbelief. Ruby – somewhat impressively, given she was screeching into her gag moments before – managed to audibly cry “PLEEEEEEEEASE!!!!!!” into her gag. He smiled at this. “Please?” he said. “OK then, if you insist.” He clicked his fingers again and the new brushes entered the fray zealously. The original brushes sensed their presence, and moved over to accommodate their new brethren: they took one foot each. The girl’s laughter began a crescendo, getting more intense, wild and desperate as the absolute overload of tickling hit their soles. The brushes had ‘figured out’ that the brush head at the top of the shaft could be removed, leaving a vibrating metal strip, which if placed correctly, could be forced between the girl’s toes, troubling them colossally and causing them to laugh uproariously. He was delighted to see this, and even more delighted to observe that as the tool performed this the brush head would not remain idle – it would start to brush at a ball or a heel independently.
For some reason, this sight was the final straw, and caused him to acknowledge that he could no longer ignore the intense arousal that he had been experiencing for as long as he had gained these ridiculous powers and had put the women into this situation. He pleasured himself as he drank in the sight of the utter tickle torture that was taking place before him, finishing at the exact moment one of the headless brushes had begun strumming the vibrating metal strip up and down the perfection of Jennifer’s beautiful, tan sole whilst the brush head traced paths on the miniscule creases at the very tips of her delectable toes. It was too much for him and he came intensely at the sight.
After he had cleaned things up, he beheld the girls with a slightly less lustful eye. He looked at Jennifer. The effect of so much tickling had begun to show now, and tears of laughter had been streaming down her face, matched, he realised, by Ruby’s. The delicately composed makeup that they had both confidently applied this morning, sure in their knowledge that this would just be another day in the office, was in ruins, and their mascara especially ran tracks down both the girl’s faces, a physical, rendered testament to their day of ticklish suffering. Clearly this was off the scale for the girls and he wondered if he was overdoing it. Both girls seemed to be responding in kind, moving from screaming and shouting at the top of their lungs, to a sort of cackling-arrest, a fit of laughter which they had absolutely no control over, in which the only thing that would escape their mouths was silence. It was almost as if they didn’t have control of their bodies anymore: at each contact with the dozens of bristles they would buck, and thrash involuntarily. He left it a few more minutes, selfishly allowing himself to recover from his own recent physical outburst. By then the tickling was becoming super intense, and as thrilling as it was to tickle the girls within an inch of their lives, he didn’t want to cause them genuine upset or psychologically damage them. So he finally let up, and returned the toothbrushes to the box. He merely sat for a couple of minutes and let the girl’s heart rates and breathing return to normal.
The girls had now been tickled for a very, very long time, and even though he wasn’t sure which direction he was going to go next, he felt they should have a reprieve. After depositing the toothbrushes back in the box, he spotted that the toothbrushes had had the same effect as the hairbrush and rope earlier: they had worn away some of the oil from the girl’s feet and toes. He looked at their beautiful, enervated feet with some sympathy, and felt they deserved a treat of sorts. He shifted his chair forwards so that his face was right up in front of Ruby’s frazzled toes, grasped a foot firmly, and took them into his warm, waiting mouth. His aim was not to tickle, but to soothe, and as soon as Ruby realised that he was not doing it to torture her further, she relaxed into it, letting her shoulders slump and her head fall back, and closing her eyes with intense enjoyment and increasing arousal as his tongue worked out the kinks in between and around her grateful toes. Ruby moaned loudly. He realised that his plan not to edge the beautiful women under his control was fast becoming unwittingly abandoned. But he didn’t care. He wasn’t just attracted to Ruby and Jennifer, he cared for them as people and he was becoming more and more adamant that they would alternate between the pain of the tickle torture, and at least some degree of sexual pleasure. It wasn’t as if he didn’t enjoy caring for their feet. He did, and as he lovingly kissed and sucked Ruby’s toes he took his hands and rubbed the rest of the foot very intensely.
Ruby made increasingly suggestive noises as he performed this for her and gasped as he stopped, before moving onto the next foot. Jennifer calmly watched this, and he felt that he could see some envy and impatience in her eyes as she looked at the pampering her superior was receiving; she had clearly deduced that she was next and seemed desirous that it was so. He played with Ruby’s toes in his mouth for a few minutes more, taking great care not to tickle (Which of course he could easily have done had he been so inclined), and combining the mouth-work on her toes with pressure from his fingers all over the rest of the foot before he finished. Ruby looked disappointed as he withdrew: he could tell there had been a huge stirring in what was left of her tights, and he considered helping her out for a moment. She had turned a fetching shade of red, her legs were shaking, and there was longing in her eyes. This hadn’t been part of the plan, but being a fan of jazz he could always see the value of improvisation. He had to make sure she wanted what he thought she did, so he directly asked her: “Do you want me to?” She hurriedly nodded her head, with a pleading in her eyes which made him determined to sate the lust that he had caused in his boss and friend.
He released her ankles from the stocks, moving them aside, and helped her rotate them for a second until there was a small “pop”. He got to his knees in front of her. Then he took hold of the nylons at her waist and pulled them down her legs until they were off, gripping her expensive underwear straight after that and pulling it down her legs until it too was lying on the floor. She spread for him, and he placed her knees on his shoulders and advanced, putting his face to her sex and using his tongue to drive her into instant delirium. He was a seasoned head-giver, and he used every trick in the book to inspire Ruby into the biggest orgasm she had ever had, with several repetitions getting absolutely all over him as she climaxed again and again and again. When she’d finished, he fabricated a set of moist cleaning wipes, and cleaned both Ruby and himself up, taking care not to overstimulate her as he did so. Ruby panted and heaved her chest with laboured breathing, caused by the intensity of the pleasure. “Happy?” he asked, and she nodded vigorously but with a hint of fatigue as she came down from the enormous occurrence that had just befallen her loins. She exhaled loudly. He gave her a kiss on the forehead, before she tipped her head back and drank in the release of the physical trial she had been through. Then he looked at Jennifer.
“Your turn?” he asked. She nodded just as desperately as Ruby had; clearly the evidence with what he could do with his tongue to a woman’s feet and elsewhere had made an impression on Jennifer, and she was almost literally gagging for the same attentions. He placed himself in front of the gorgeous golden feet, before sensually placing her toes in his mouth. He kissed, licked, and sucked, and could soon feel the same stirrings in Jennifer as he had earlier felt in Ruby. He looked at her and saw her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the sensations within her foot, which were pleasurable – for a change. He supposed this must have been odd, given that a short time before both of the girls would have probably given anything to entirely remove sensation in their deathly ticklish feet. Now the opposite was true, and as he utilised his tongue to ease Jennifer’s hot, appealing toes, and used his hands to passionately rub the foot that he was attending to, she was in heaven.
She had larger breasts than Ruby, and he could see that her nipples were bulging through the fabric of her top. He momentarily removed her foot from his mouth and enquired: “Do you want me to play with those too?” The question was not met with disputation, and so as he took the next foot into his mouth he reached over the stocks and fondled Jennifer’s breasts through her top. After a bit of teasing, he decided he’d step it up, so he ‘disappeared’ the top with his powers, exposing Jennifer’s sizzling hot upper body. Her tits swayed slightly as she sank into her chair in pleasure at the touch of his fingers on her nipples and the sensation of his tongue on her toes. He wondered whether all the tickling had been worth it for this! He could feel her arousal peaking, so he unclasped the stocks, giving her ankles a short massage, before whipping off her trousers and underwear in one movement, then taking her knees onto his shoulder as he had done with Ruby, and entering her with his tongue. Such was the sexual ecstasy he had brought her to, it was not long before she came multiple times over him, again covering him in mess. But he didn’t care, she had deserved it as much as Ruby had, if not more – for having to wait her turn. He cleaned them both up, and kissed her gently upon the forehead, brushing some hair that had come down irritatingly onto her face to one side. He didn’t put the girls back into the stocks, as he thought it must have felt nice for them to be able to place their feet flat onto the office floor, having had them stocked for such a long time.
He was then forced to consider a practical matter: the time. He had been alternately pleasuring and (mostly) tormenting the girls for several hours at the least, and even though it was morning when their meeting had begun, it was actually remarkable that nobody had bothered them, with Ruby being the boss and therefore usually struggling to go half an hour at a time without being hounded over some issue or other. This fact hit him and his curiosity was suddenly piqued: why hadn’t anybody even knocked on the door in all the time that this had been going on? He had been so absorbed with the events in the room, lost in his pleasure, that he hadn’t considered what might be going on around the rest of the building. It was then that he saw the clock on the wall, and remembered one of his micro-experiments from earlier on, when he’d discovered that he could seemingly do anything. He had a suspicion, but it surely couldn’t be?
He approached the girls, and gave them another affectionate kiss each on the head. “Just relax for now, I need to check something” he instructed. He opened the door to the office very slightly and was expecting the girls to shout out to try and attract attention, but they did not: evidently they were exhausted by the intensity of the tickling and subsequent orgasms he had given them, and whilst they both strained their necks slightly to try and see outside, they remained silent. Looking back at them, he decided he didn’t like the asymmetry of Jennifer now being naked and Ruby still having her blouse on. He swiped a finger, and Ruby’s blouse disappeared, causing her to jump mildly in her chair. That was better. He then left the room, locking the door behind him with a wave of his hand.
He walked down the short corridor, up to the administrator’s station. He asked Amy, one of the admins, for the time. She smiled her usual sweet smile. Amy was in her early thirties, fair skinned, with striking strawberry blonde hair, which she almost always wore in a ponytail; today was no different. She consulted a small silver watch on the underside of her slender wrist. “It’s just before 10.” The enormity of what she had just said almost caused him to stagger where he stood, but he regained his composure quickly, and feigned cool. “Thanks. Will you come to Ruby’s office in about an hour? I need you for something” He asked. “Sure.” Amy said, going back to her computer screen. As he began the short walk back up to Ruby’s office, the reality of the situation hit him once more. He hadn’t just been messing with the hands of the clock earlier, when he was experimenting. He had stopped time Clearly, the effect hadn’t been felt around the office, based on the ordinary, mundane way that Amy had responded when he had asked her the time. But the effect that this information had upon the scenario was enormous. He could, if he so wished, move around the office at his leisure, enacting whatever he wanted to enact, taking as long as he wanted. The rules of the universe had seemingly dissipated. The thought was almost earth-shattering. But he suddenly felt tired, and wanted to get back to the girls before he thought further about what to do with the day.
He unlocked the door, entered, and locked it again. Both girls were slunk in their chairs, looking worn out. He felt that they had had enough tickling for the time being, and he was beat. He looked at the clock, the time on which corresponded with the time the Amy had told him. He noticed that indeed, he had inadvertently stopped the second hand. He flicked a finger and the second hand resumed its endless cyclical journey. He would have an hour. He pulled his chair up so that he was in between the girls, and motioned for them to rest their heads on his shoulders, telekinetically shifting their chairs slightly closer to him so that they could nap on him. Within what just felt like seconds, they were asleep with their heads rested upon his shoulders. He rested his head back in his chair, and slept.
The knocking on the door an hour later woke all three of them in the same instant. He snapped back into action: pointing at the clock on the wall and stopping the second hand. He gently lifted the girl’s heads off his shoulders, and gathered himself, smoothing his shirt down a little with his hand. Then he faced the girls. He brought their feet back up into the air with a wave, moved the stocks underneath them, and lowered them, resting their ankles once again in the grooves of the contraptions. He fastened them in himself, before quickly applying oil to the re-bound feet, and tying the toes up. The knocking on the door continued. The girls were obviously still waking up, but had already begun to complain into their gags. He swiped the inner foot of each woman, causing a pair of shrieks, and silenced them by pressing his finger to his lips. Then he addressed them.
“I’m leaving now, it’s time to see who else I can rustle up. I’m going to let you the box decide what to do with you: things will come out of it, and they are going to tickle, but I’ll instruct it to give you a decent break in between, and not use the toothbrushes too often. I won’t forget about you; I’ll come back in a while and see how you’re getting on without me. OK?” The girls frantically began to beg and plead anew from behind their gags, but this just caused him to chuckle pitilessly. He snapped his fingers, and a feather and a hairbrush flew out of the bag. The feather stem darted for Jennifer’s newly shining soles and the hairbrush began to start off on Ruby, at her heels. Both responded accordingly, with wild reactions. He opened the door of the office and stood there, and looking over his shoulder at the scene behind him, with a freshly gaping jaw, was Amy. He smiled at her as her flabbergasted eyes met his. She turned to run, but he already had her.
He was going to see what new horizons awaited him.
