Dr TickleNapper
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Lexi was a 19-year-old college student with auburn hair that cascaded down her back, just past her shoulders. She was a diligent student, often spending hours poring over her textbooks and notes to ensure she stayed on top of her coursework. However, despite her academic dedication, Lexi was struggling to make ends meet. Her part-time job barely covered her living expenses, and she was starting to feel the weight of her college tuition.
Feeling a tiny bit desperate for money, Lexi began to scour the internet for alternative ways to earn some extra cash. It was then that she stumbled upon a modeling call for an adventurous, cute bondage shoot. The ad promised a generous payment, and Lexi couldn't help but feel a spark of curiosity. She had always been open-minded and willing to try new things, and the idea of exploring her more daring side was tantalizing.
Lexi decided to take a chance and respond to the ad. She sent in a few photos of herself, and to her surprise, she received a response from the photographer almost immediately. He instructed her to bring some short shorts and a half tank top for the shoot and provided her with his address.
On the day of the shoot, Lexi arrived at the photographer's place, dressed in a pair of faded jeans, a cozy sweater, and a pair of cute boots. Underneath her sweater, she wore a simple white t-shirt. Her auburn hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she had a subtle smattering of makeup on her face. As she stepped out of her car, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of nervousness.
The photographer, who introduced himself as John, greeted Lexi at the door. He was an older man, likely in his mid-40s, with a gaunt face and a slightly disheveled appearance. There was something about him that made Lexi feel a tiny bit uneasy, but she pushed aside her reservations and followed him into his studio.
As they entered the studio, Lexi’s eyes scanned the room, taking in the various pieces of equipment and the backdrop that had been set up for the shoot. John gestured for her to put down her bag and get changed into the outfit he had requested. Lexi hesitated for a moment, feeling a pang of uncertainty, but then she took a deep breath and began to rummage through her bag for the short shorts and half tank top.
As Lexi changed into the outfit John had requested, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of self-consciousness. The cute, very short pink shorts were even more revealing than she had anticipated, barely covering her buttocks and leaving her legs exposed. The tiny half top, which was a matching pink color, was equally skimpy, clinging to her small breasts and leaving her midriff bare. Lexi felt a flutter of unease as she gazed at herself in the mirror, wondering if she had made a mistake by agreeing to this shoot.
Despite her growing reservations, Lexi took a deep breath and stepped out of the changing area, trying to appear more confident than she felt. John's eyes lit up as he took in her appearance, and he nodded in approval.
"Great, great," he muttered, his eyes roving over her body. "Now, let's get started. I want you to get up on that table in the middle of the room, face down."
Lexi’s nervousness spiked as she gazed at the table. It was a sturdy-looking wooden affair, with a smooth surface and a pair of metal legs that seemed to be bolted to the floor. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she approached the table, her mind racing with all sorts of worst-case scenarios.
"Um, okay," she said, trying to sound calm. "What's the plan here?"
John didn't respond, simply gesturing for her to climb up onto the table. Lexi hesitated for a moment, feeling a growing sense of unease. Something about this didn't feel right. The table seemed too high, too exposed, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was putting herself in a vulnerable position.
Despite her reservations, Lexi eventually climbed up onto the table, trying to position herself as comfortably as possible. The surface was cool and smooth beneath her skin, and she felt a shiver run down her spine as she lay down, her face pressed against the wood. She closed her eyes, trying to calm her racing heart, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was making a mistake.
As Lexi lay down on the table, she couldn't help but wonder how she was going to be tied up. She had agreed to a bondage-themed shoot, but she had no idea what that would entail.
"Um, how are you going to tie me up?" she asked, trying to sound casual despite her growing nervousness.
John chuckled and patted her on the back. "Don't worry about that, sweetie," he said. "Just relax and let me do my thing. You'll see."
Lexi felt a surge of unease at his evasive response. She didn't like not knowing what was going to happen, and she couldn't shake the feeling that John was hiding something from her.
As she lay there, she heard John approaching with a bag of rope and some other equipment. She turned her head to see what he was doing, and her eyes widened as she saw a collection of gags and other restraints.
One item in particular caught her attention: a ball gag. Lexi had never seen one before, and she had no idea what it was used for. She felt a shiver run down her spine as John picked it up, his eyes gleaming with a knowing glint.
Lexi squirmed on the table, feeling a growing sense of unease. She didn't like this one bit. She was starting to regret agreeing to this shoot, and she wondered if she could still back out.
But before she could say anything, John began to move closer, the ball gag held loosely in his hand. Lexi’s eyes fixed on it, her mind racing with all sorts of worst-case scenarios.
"What's that?" she asked, trying to sound calm despite her growing panic.
John just smiled and said, "You'll see, sweetie. Just relax and trust me."
Lexi didn't trust him, not one bit. But she was trapped, lying on the table with no clear way to escape. All she could do was wait and see what John had planned for her.
John gently took the rope and began to bind Lexi’s wrists behind her back. He worked slowly and methodically, his hands moving with a practiced ease as he wrapped the rope around her wrists in a figure-eight pattern. Lexi felt a surge of panic as she realized she was being tied up, but she tried to remain calm, thinking that this was all just part of the photo shoot.
As John finished binding her wrists, he moved on to her ankles. He lifted her legs off the table and began to cross-tie them, binding her ankles together in a hogtie pose. Lexi felt a jolt of discomfort as her legs were pulled back and her ankles were tied together, her feet pointing upwards towards her head.
As John tightened the ropes, Lexi found it very difficult to move. She was trapped, her wrists and ankles bound in a way that made it impossible for her to escape. She tried to squirm and wriggle, but the ropes held fast, holding her in a helpless pose.
John stepped back and admired his handiwork, a small smile playing on his lips. "You look beautiful, Lexi," he said, his voice low and husky. "So helpless and vulnerable."
Lexi felt a surge of fear at his words, but she tried to play it cool. "Yeah, I guess I am pretty helpless right now," she said, trying to laugh.
John chuckled and nodded. "Yes, you are. You're completely at my mercy. You can't move, you can't escape. You're mine to do with as I please."
Lexi felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. She didn't like being in this position, didn't like being helpless and vulnerable. But she tried to stay calm, thinking that this was all just part of the photo shoot.
"So, what's next?" she asked, trying to sound casual despite her growing unease.
John smiled and picked up the ball gag. "Next, we're going to add a little something to keep you quiet," he said, his eyes glinting with a knowing glint.
Lexi’s eyes widened in alarm as she realized what he was planning to do. She tried to protest, but it was too late. John was already moving towards her, the ball gag held loosely in his hand.
As John approached her with the ball gag, Lexi’s nervousness turned into gentle squirming. She tried to move her body, to wriggle free from the ropes that bound her, but it was no use. She was trapped, and she knew it.
John watched her squirm, a mocking smile spreading across his face. "Oh, Lexi, you're so cute when you're trying to escape," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But you're not going anywhere, sweetie. You're mine now."
Lexi’s squirming grew more frantic as John began to insert the ball gag into her mouth. He worked slowly and methodically, his hands moving with a practiced ease as he pushed the gag deeper into her mouth. Lexi felt her jaw stretching, her mouth opening wide to accommodate the gag.
As the gag was tied into place, Lexi let out a series of moans and groans. She was discovering that being tied up and gagged was a lot like working out - it was hard, it was intense, and it was making her sweat. But despite the discomfort, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. This was new, this was different, and it was making her feel alive.
John stood back and admired his handiwork, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "You look perfect, Lexi," he said, his voice low and husky. "Just perfect."
And then, he dropped the bombshell. "I have some friends who want to watch you during the shoot," he said, his eyes glinting with a knowing glint. "They're going to love seeing you like this - tied up, gagged, and helpless."
Lexi’s eyes widened in alarm as she realized what John was saying. She was going to be on display, a captive audience for John's friends to watch and enjoy. She felt a surge of fear and panic, but it was too late. John was already moving towards the door, a smile spreading across his face as he called out to his friends.
"Come on in, guys," he said, his voice loud and clear. "The show is about to begin."
As the several older men entered the room, Lexi’s eyes widened in horror. They surrounded the table, their faces leering with excitement and anticipation. Lexi felt a surge of panic and adrenaline as she realized she was completely at their mercy.
As the men closed in, Lexi went fucking wild in her mind. She struggled and squirmed, trying to break free from the ropes that bound her. But it was no use. She was trapped, helpless and vulnerable.
The men began to use their fingers on her bound body, tickling her and teasing her. Lexi felt a wave of sensations wash over her, her skin crawling with discomfort and pleasure. She tried to scream, but the ball gag muffled her cries, reducing them to mere muffled moans.
But the men were just getting started. They reached into the bag and pulled out tickle tools - feathers, brushes, and other instruments designed to torment and tease. They began to use these tools on Lexi’s body, tickling her mercilessly and without relent.
Lexi’s struggles grew more frantic as the tickle assault continued. She writhed and twisted, trying to escape the sensations that were driving her crazy. But it was no use. The men were too skilled, too experienced, and too determined to make her suffer.
As the tickling continued, Lexi’s mind began to blur and fog. She felt herself becoming detached from her body, as if she was floating above the table, watching the scene unfold below her. She was aware of the men's laughter, their jeers and taunts, but it was all distant, muffled and indistinct.
All she could focus on was the sensations coursing through her body - the tickling, the teasing, the torment. It was a maelstrom of feelings, a whirlpool of pleasure and pain that threatened to consume her completely.
And yet, despite the chaos and the confusion, Lexi felt a twisted sense of excitement. She was being pushed to her limits, forced to endure sensations that she had never experienced before. It was a wild ride, a rollercoaster of emotions and sensations that left her breathless and bewildered.
As the tickle assault continued, Lexi’s body began to tremble and shake. She was on the verge of collapse, her mind reeling from the sheer intensity of the sensations. But the men showed no mercy, no quarter. They continued to tickle and tease, pushing her to the edge of endurance and beyond.
The men's assault on Lexi’s body was relentless, targeting her most sensitive areas with precision and cruelty. They tickled her sides, making her squirm and wriggle in agony, her body contorting in ways she never thought possible. They attacked her underarms, the soft skin there sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain through her entire body.
But it was when they turned their attention to her feet that Lexi really began to lose control. The men tickled her soles, her toes, and the sensitive skin between her toes, making her thrash about like a wild animal. She was completely helpless, unable to defend herself against the onslaught of sensations.
And then, they moved on to her inner thighs. This was the final straw for Lexi. The men's fingers danced across her skin, sending waves of pleasure and pain coursing through her body. She went crazy, begging through the ball gag for them to stop, her eyes streaming with tears.
But the men just laughed and continued their assault. Lexi’s inner thighs were the most sensitive part of her body, and the men knew it. They tickled her mercilessly, making her squirm and wriggle in agony.
As the tickling continued, Lexi began to drool, the ball gag making it impossible for her to swallow. Saliva dripped from her mouth, pooling on the table beneath her. She was a mess, a helpless, drooling, tickle-crazed mess.
The men tickled her for what felt like hours, but in reality, it was probably only 20 or 30 minutes. But for Lexi, time had lost all meaning. She was trapped in a never-ending cycle of pleasure and pain, with no escape in sight.
And then, just as suddenly as they had started, the men stopped. They departed the area, leaving Lexi bound and helpless on the table. She lay there, gasping for breath, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of the tickling.
She was left to wonder if anyone would ever find her, or if she would be left there forever, a tickle-crazed prisoner of her own desires. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she could only hope that someone would come to rescue her soon. But as she lay there, she couldn't shake the feeling that she might be in for an even worse fate - more tickling, more teasing, more torment.
Misty continues to struggle and drool, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of the tickling. She is completely helpless, unable to move or escape from her bonds. The ball gag is still firmly in place, making it impossible for her to call out for help.
As she lies there, she can't shake the feeling that she is completely at the mercy of whoever might find her. She thinks about the janitor, wondering if he might stumble upon her in this state. She imagines him walking into the room, seeing her tied up and helpless, and then...and then...
Misty's mind runs wild with terrible tickle thoughts. She pictures the janitor, a gruff and grizzled old man, finding her and deciding to take advantage of her helpless state. She imagines him picking up the tickle tools and continuing where the other men left off, tickling her mercilessly until she is begging for mercy.
But as she lies there, she starts to wonder if there even is a janitor who might come to her rescue. Is she alone in the building? Is she going to be stuck here forever, a tickle-crazed prisoner of her own desires?
The thought sends a shiver down her spine, and she starts to struggle again, trying to break free from her bonds. But it's no use. She is trapped, helpless and at the mercy of whoever might find her.
As the minutes tick by, Misty's mind becomes more and more clouded with fear and anxiety. She is trapped in a never-ending cycle of tickle terror, with no escape in sight. And as she lies there, she can't help but wonder what will happen next. Will she be rescued, or will she be tickled into madness? Only time will tell.
Feeling a tiny bit desperate for money, Lexi began to scour the internet for alternative ways to earn some extra cash. It was then that she stumbled upon a modeling call for an adventurous, cute bondage shoot. The ad promised a generous payment, and Lexi couldn't help but feel a spark of curiosity. She had always been open-minded and willing to try new things, and the idea of exploring her more daring side was tantalizing.
Lexi decided to take a chance and respond to the ad. She sent in a few photos of herself, and to her surprise, she received a response from the photographer almost immediately. He instructed her to bring some short shorts and a half tank top for the shoot and provided her with his address.
On the day of the shoot, Lexi arrived at the photographer's place, dressed in a pair of faded jeans, a cozy sweater, and a pair of cute boots. Underneath her sweater, she wore a simple white t-shirt. Her auburn hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she had a subtle smattering of makeup on her face. As she stepped out of her car, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of nervousness.
The photographer, who introduced himself as John, greeted Lexi at the door. He was an older man, likely in his mid-40s, with a gaunt face and a slightly disheveled appearance. There was something about him that made Lexi feel a tiny bit uneasy, but she pushed aside her reservations and followed him into his studio.
As they entered the studio, Lexi’s eyes scanned the room, taking in the various pieces of equipment and the backdrop that had been set up for the shoot. John gestured for her to put down her bag and get changed into the outfit he had requested. Lexi hesitated for a moment, feeling a pang of uncertainty, but then she took a deep breath and began to rummage through her bag for the short shorts and half tank top.
As Lexi changed into the outfit John had requested, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of self-consciousness. The cute, very short pink shorts were even more revealing than she had anticipated, barely covering her buttocks and leaving her legs exposed. The tiny half top, which was a matching pink color, was equally skimpy, clinging to her small breasts and leaving her midriff bare. Lexi felt a flutter of unease as she gazed at herself in the mirror, wondering if she had made a mistake by agreeing to this shoot.
Despite her growing reservations, Lexi took a deep breath and stepped out of the changing area, trying to appear more confident than she felt. John's eyes lit up as he took in her appearance, and he nodded in approval.
"Great, great," he muttered, his eyes roving over her body. "Now, let's get started. I want you to get up on that table in the middle of the room, face down."
Lexi’s nervousness spiked as she gazed at the table. It was a sturdy-looking wooden affair, with a smooth surface and a pair of metal legs that seemed to be bolted to the floor. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she approached the table, her mind racing with all sorts of worst-case scenarios.
"Um, okay," she said, trying to sound calm. "What's the plan here?"
John didn't respond, simply gesturing for her to climb up onto the table. Lexi hesitated for a moment, feeling a growing sense of unease. Something about this didn't feel right. The table seemed too high, too exposed, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was putting herself in a vulnerable position.
Despite her reservations, Lexi eventually climbed up onto the table, trying to position herself as comfortably as possible. The surface was cool and smooth beneath her skin, and she felt a shiver run down her spine as she lay down, her face pressed against the wood. She closed her eyes, trying to calm her racing heart, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was making a mistake.
As Lexi lay down on the table, she couldn't help but wonder how she was going to be tied up. She had agreed to a bondage-themed shoot, but she had no idea what that would entail.
"Um, how are you going to tie me up?" she asked, trying to sound casual despite her growing nervousness.
John chuckled and patted her on the back. "Don't worry about that, sweetie," he said. "Just relax and let me do my thing. You'll see."
Lexi felt a surge of unease at his evasive response. She didn't like not knowing what was going to happen, and she couldn't shake the feeling that John was hiding something from her.
As she lay there, she heard John approaching with a bag of rope and some other equipment. She turned her head to see what he was doing, and her eyes widened as she saw a collection of gags and other restraints.
One item in particular caught her attention: a ball gag. Lexi had never seen one before, and she had no idea what it was used for. She felt a shiver run down her spine as John picked it up, his eyes gleaming with a knowing glint.
Lexi squirmed on the table, feeling a growing sense of unease. She didn't like this one bit. She was starting to regret agreeing to this shoot, and she wondered if she could still back out.
But before she could say anything, John began to move closer, the ball gag held loosely in his hand. Lexi’s eyes fixed on it, her mind racing with all sorts of worst-case scenarios.
"What's that?" she asked, trying to sound calm despite her growing panic.
John just smiled and said, "You'll see, sweetie. Just relax and trust me."
Lexi didn't trust him, not one bit. But she was trapped, lying on the table with no clear way to escape. All she could do was wait and see what John had planned for her.
John gently took the rope and began to bind Lexi’s wrists behind her back. He worked slowly and methodically, his hands moving with a practiced ease as he wrapped the rope around her wrists in a figure-eight pattern. Lexi felt a surge of panic as she realized she was being tied up, but she tried to remain calm, thinking that this was all just part of the photo shoot.
As John finished binding her wrists, he moved on to her ankles. He lifted her legs off the table and began to cross-tie them, binding her ankles together in a hogtie pose. Lexi felt a jolt of discomfort as her legs were pulled back and her ankles were tied together, her feet pointing upwards towards her head.
As John tightened the ropes, Lexi found it very difficult to move. She was trapped, her wrists and ankles bound in a way that made it impossible for her to escape. She tried to squirm and wriggle, but the ropes held fast, holding her in a helpless pose.
John stepped back and admired his handiwork, a small smile playing on his lips. "You look beautiful, Lexi," he said, his voice low and husky. "So helpless and vulnerable."
Lexi felt a surge of fear at his words, but she tried to play it cool. "Yeah, I guess I am pretty helpless right now," she said, trying to laugh.
John chuckled and nodded. "Yes, you are. You're completely at my mercy. You can't move, you can't escape. You're mine to do with as I please."
Lexi felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. She didn't like being in this position, didn't like being helpless and vulnerable. But she tried to stay calm, thinking that this was all just part of the photo shoot.
"So, what's next?" she asked, trying to sound casual despite her growing unease.
John smiled and picked up the ball gag. "Next, we're going to add a little something to keep you quiet," he said, his eyes glinting with a knowing glint.
Lexi’s eyes widened in alarm as she realized what he was planning to do. She tried to protest, but it was too late. John was already moving towards her, the ball gag held loosely in his hand.
As John approached her with the ball gag, Lexi’s nervousness turned into gentle squirming. She tried to move her body, to wriggle free from the ropes that bound her, but it was no use. She was trapped, and she knew it.
John watched her squirm, a mocking smile spreading across his face. "Oh, Lexi, you're so cute when you're trying to escape," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But you're not going anywhere, sweetie. You're mine now."
Lexi’s squirming grew more frantic as John began to insert the ball gag into her mouth. He worked slowly and methodically, his hands moving with a practiced ease as he pushed the gag deeper into her mouth. Lexi felt her jaw stretching, her mouth opening wide to accommodate the gag.
As the gag was tied into place, Lexi let out a series of moans and groans. She was discovering that being tied up and gagged was a lot like working out - it was hard, it was intense, and it was making her sweat. But despite the discomfort, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. This was new, this was different, and it was making her feel alive.
John stood back and admired his handiwork, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "You look perfect, Lexi," he said, his voice low and husky. "Just perfect."
And then, he dropped the bombshell. "I have some friends who want to watch you during the shoot," he said, his eyes glinting with a knowing glint. "They're going to love seeing you like this - tied up, gagged, and helpless."
Lexi’s eyes widened in alarm as she realized what John was saying. She was going to be on display, a captive audience for John's friends to watch and enjoy. She felt a surge of fear and panic, but it was too late. John was already moving towards the door, a smile spreading across his face as he called out to his friends.
"Come on in, guys," he said, his voice loud and clear. "The show is about to begin."
As the several older men entered the room, Lexi’s eyes widened in horror. They surrounded the table, their faces leering with excitement and anticipation. Lexi felt a surge of panic and adrenaline as she realized she was completely at their mercy.
As the men closed in, Lexi went fucking wild in her mind. She struggled and squirmed, trying to break free from the ropes that bound her. But it was no use. She was trapped, helpless and vulnerable.
The men began to use their fingers on her bound body, tickling her and teasing her. Lexi felt a wave of sensations wash over her, her skin crawling with discomfort and pleasure. She tried to scream, but the ball gag muffled her cries, reducing them to mere muffled moans.
But the men were just getting started. They reached into the bag and pulled out tickle tools - feathers, brushes, and other instruments designed to torment and tease. They began to use these tools on Lexi’s body, tickling her mercilessly and without relent.
Lexi’s struggles grew more frantic as the tickle assault continued. She writhed and twisted, trying to escape the sensations that were driving her crazy. But it was no use. The men were too skilled, too experienced, and too determined to make her suffer.
As the tickling continued, Lexi’s mind began to blur and fog. She felt herself becoming detached from her body, as if she was floating above the table, watching the scene unfold below her. She was aware of the men's laughter, their jeers and taunts, but it was all distant, muffled and indistinct.
All she could focus on was the sensations coursing through her body - the tickling, the teasing, the torment. It was a maelstrom of feelings, a whirlpool of pleasure and pain that threatened to consume her completely.
And yet, despite the chaos and the confusion, Lexi felt a twisted sense of excitement. She was being pushed to her limits, forced to endure sensations that she had never experienced before. It was a wild ride, a rollercoaster of emotions and sensations that left her breathless and bewildered.
As the tickle assault continued, Lexi’s body began to tremble and shake. She was on the verge of collapse, her mind reeling from the sheer intensity of the sensations. But the men showed no mercy, no quarter. They continued to tickle and tease, pushing her to the edge of endurance and beyond.
The men's assault on Lexi’s body was relentless, targeting her most sensitive areas with precision and cruelty. They tickled her sides, making her squirm and wriggle in agony, her body contorting in ways she never thought possible. They attacked her underarms, the soft skin there sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain through her entire body.
But it was when they turned their attention to her feet that Lexi really began to lose control. The men tickled her soles, her toes, and the sensitive skin between her toes, making her thrash about like a wild animal. She was completely helpless, unable to defend herself against the onslaught of sensations.
And then, they moved on to her inner thighs. This was the final straw for Lexi. The men's fingers danced across her skin, sending waves of pleasure and pain coursing through her body. She went crazy, begging through the ball gag for them to stop, her eyes streaming with tears.
But the men just laughed and continued their assault. Lexi’s inner thighs were the most sensitive part of her body, and the men knew it. They tickled her mercilessly, making her squirm and wriggle in agony.
As the tickling continued, Lexi began to drool, the ball gag making it impossible for her to swallow. Saliva dripped from her mouth, pooling on the table beneath her. She was a mess, a helpless, drooling, tickle-crazed mess.
The men tickled her for what felt like hours, but in reality, it was probably only 20 or 30 minutes. But for Lexi, time had lost all meaning. She was trapped in a never-ending cycle of pleasure and pain, with no escape in sight.
And then, just as suddenly as they had started, the men stopped. They departed the area, leaving Lexi bound and helpless on the table. She lay there, gasping for breath, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of the tickling.
She was left to wonder if anyone would ever find her, or if she would be left there forever, a tickle-crazed prisoner of her own desires. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she could only hope that someone would come to rescue her soon. But as she lay there, she couldn't shake the feeling that she might be in for an even worse fate - more tickling, more teasing, more torment.
Misty continues to struggle and drool, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of the tickling. She is completely helpless, unable to move or escape from her bonds. The ball gag is still firmly in place, making it impossible for her to call out for help.
As she lies there, she can't shake the feeling that she is completely at the mercy of whoever might find her. She thinks about the janitor, wondering if he might stumble upon her in this state. She imagines him walking into the room, seeing her tied up and helpless, and then...and then...
Misty's mind runs wild with terrible tickle thoughts. She pictures the janitor, a gruff and grizzled old man, finding her and deciding to take advantage of her helpless state. She imagines him picking up the tickle tools and continuing where the other men left off, tickling her mercilessly until she is begging for mercy.
But as she lies there, she starts to wonder if there even is a janitor who might come to her rescue. Is she alone in the building? Is she going to be stuck here forever, a tickle-crazed prisoner of her own desires?
The thought sends a shiver down her spine, and she starts to struggle again, trying to break free from her bonds. But it's no use. She is trapped, helpless and at the mercy of whoever might find her.
As the minutes tick by, Misty's mind becomes more and more clouded with fear and anxiety. She is trapped in a never-ending cycle of tickle terror, with no escape in sight. And as she lies there, she can't help but wonder what will happen next. Will she be rescued, or will she be tickled into madness? Only time will tell.
