Part 1
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Part 2
The week passed by extremely slowly for Beth. She barely left the accommodation, staying awake deep into each night until her body fell asleep. The time had come for her to experience her first pedicure. Nervously, she walked to the salon around the corner from the campus, as requested by Miss Stanton. Beth had always taken care of her feet herself, applying cream every night with the occasional weekly pumice stone treatment. As she walked into the salon, a very friendly Chinese woman greeted her and took her to her seat. Beth placed her feet in the warm water to soak whilst watching the woman prepare her tools. The woman gasped Beth’s left ankle, guiding it onto the padded bench before going to work on Beth’s already smooth sole.
Beth chuckled with laughter, flinching with every drag of the grater. Luckily for Beth, the woman only had to work on each sole for a few minutes.
“Why you need pedicure?” The woman asked. “You’re feet very smooth already”.
Beth shrugged her shoulders, trying to play it cool. The woman went back to her feet, deeply massaging Beth’s soles and toes with lotion. Beth produced a few moans and groans as the woman worked over her feet.
“Miss Stanton recommended black nail polish” the woman said with a smile.
“OK” Beth agreed.
Beth waited for it to dry before she slid her flip-flops back on and started the walk back to campus. She checked her phone to make sure she wasn’t late, not wanting to annoy Miss Stanton any further. She had no idea what to expect and didn’t want to think about it too much as she made her way up to the office. Beth took a deep breath before knocking the door.
“Come in” Miss Stanton called out as Beth nervously opened the door and entered.
“How was the pedicure? Tickle much?” Miss Stanton asked with a grin.
Beth frowned at Miss Stanton before taking a seat and removing her flip-flops, placing her bare feet on the desk.
“What do you think you are doing?” Miss Stanton asked firmly.
“Getting ready for you to tickle me” Beth replied with confusion.
“Oh, no” Miss Stanton said shaking her head. “Not here. Now put you footwear back on and follow me”.
Confused, Beth obeyed. She stood up and followed Miss Stanton out of the room and down the stairs. Miss Stanton marched ahead down the corridor with Beth following as fast as she could. Finally, they approached a door with a private sign on. Miss Stanton unlocked it allowing Beth to go first. Beth looked in front of her at the old, wooden stairs before slowly climbing down them. Miss Stanton locked the door behind and followed Beth. As Beth reached the bottom of the stairs she turned the corner to see a dimly lit dungeon set up. She slowly turned back around.
“Umm, NO” Miss Stanton instructed. “Turn back around and head to the light”.
Nervously, Beth did as asked and walked to the middle of the dungeon set up.
“Anything catch your eye?” Miss Stanton asked.
Beth shook her head nervously, staring in horror at the bondage equipment.
“Take you clothes off” Miss Stanton instructed.
“All of them?” Beth asked nervously, looking embarrassed.
“You can keep you pants for now” Miss Stanton smiled.
Slowly, Beth undressed. Removing her tracksuit bottoms before her t-shirt, finally unclipping bra, letting her modest breasts hang free. She placed her clothes on top of her flip-flops before trying to cover up her breasts with her hands.
“Don’t be shy, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before” Miss Stanton smiled. “Now, on the Devil” she said, pointing at the leather structure in the corner.
Beth slowly walked over, her heart pounding with nerves. She slowly climbed on the seat and rested her back against the backrest. Miss Stanton walked behind her, leaning over and taking Beth’s left arm, securing it by the wrist and elbow to the frame sticking out to the side. She did the same with Beth’s right arm, stretching her arms out to each side, exposing her underarms. A strap was placed around Beth’s body, just under her breasts, pinning her against the backrest.
“Feet up on the stirrups” Miss Stanton instructed, patting the right hand one.
Beth gulped before placing each foot on the stirrups. Miss Stanton secured her ankle and knee in place on her right leg before doing the same with her left.
“Can you move?” Miss Stanton asked.
Beth struggled against the straps but she could only move her head, hands and feet from side to side.
“Good” Miss Stanton said with a smile before pulling out a blindfold.
“Lights out” she chuckled before covering Beth’s eyes.
Beth heard the clatter on the floor as Miss Stanton took of her high heels before she sat there in silence, listening carefully to try to establish where Miss Stanton was. Minutes passed as the silence filled the room. Beth awaited nervously for the tickling to start but nothing. Beth wasn’t sure if she had been left on her own and the thought of dread came over her.
A few more minutes passed. Beth was convinced that she was alone, possibly abandoned. All of a sudden, two sets of fingernails scattered inside of her armpits.
“AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAA” Beth screamed with laughter.
“Aww, is my poor slave ticklish?” Miss Stanton mocked.
“AAHAAHAHAHAHA YEESSSS AHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA” Beth screamed.
Miss Stanton watched Beth’s head shake, her hands grasping thin air and feet swaying from side to side as her fingernails tortured her sensitive underarms. Beth presumed she was going to be eased into this, but she was wrong. She trashed around as much as she could but could not escape the ticklish sensation as the pointy fingernails scattered across her smooth underarms.
Beth continued to laugh uncontrollably as the fingernails finally moved away from her armpits, dancing down her stretched sides. She flinched and laughed as the nails prodded and poked around in between her ribs before settling on her sides, parallel with her belly button. Beth had never really been tickled like this before, she struggled for breath as the laughter poured out of her mouth. Her stomach was aching, her skin was sweaty and there was nothing she could do about it.
Finally, the torture stopped. Beth flung her head back against the padded headrest and panted, trying to regain her breath.
“I think you are the most ticklish person I have ever met” Miss Stanton mocked.
Beth did not respond.
“Are you?” Miss Stanton prompted an answer.
“I-I-I am ticklish” Beth panted out.
“Is there any part of your body that isn’t ticklish?” Miss Stanton questioned.
“I don’t know” Beth responded.
“Let’s try to find somewhere” Miss Stanton whispered in her ear.
Beth’s heart raced, once again not knowing where Miss Stanton was. Her head twitched from side to side, picking up on the smallest of noises. Once again, she was completely unprepared as Miss Stanton’s nails danced up and down Beth’s thighs.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA” She wailed with laughter.
Miss Stanton’s fingers glided across her moist skin, slowly working their way down to Beth’s knees.
“AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA” Beth screamed even louder.
Miss Stanton spent the next 10 minutes switching between Beth’s knees and thighs as she wriggled around as much as the restraints would let her. She let Beth have a short break as she walked behind her. Miss Stanton placed a bottle against Beth’s lips.
“Drink, I don’t want you passing out” Miss Stanton instructed, tilting the bottle.
Beth gulped the water down, quicker than she had ever drank in her life.
“Someone’s thirsty” Miss Stanton mocked.
“W-W-Well, you’re fucking tickling me” Beth snapped back.
“Did you just swear at me?” Miss Stanton asked in a stern voice.
“Umm” Beth responded nervously.
“I was going to give you a break” Miss Stanton said softly. “Not anymore”.
Before Beth could plead, she shrieked as a single nail was dragged down her freshly pedicured right foot. She froze in fear, suddenly realising just how ticklish her feet had become.
“What’s the matter? Thought these little feet couldn’t get anymore ticklish?” Miss Stanton mocked.
Beth took a deep breath before she felt Miss Stanton’s nails scatter across her right sole. She screamed with laughter, thrashing her foot from side to side in a desperate attempt the escape the ultra-ticklish sensation.
“Aww, where does your foot think its going?” Miss Stanton joked before grasping her big toe, pinning it back.
Beth tried to move her foot but Miss Stanton had it pinned back effectively before her fingernails dragged and scratched Beth’s perfectly smooth, ticklish arch.
“AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA FUUCCKKKKKK AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Beth screamed and begged.
“I do not appreciate swearing” Miss Stanton instructed before digging her nails in further.
“AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEEAASSSEEEE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA MY FEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEETTT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Beth begged.
Miss Stanton tortured her right foot over and over again, not allowing Beth the chance to recover. Just when Beth thought she was getting a break, Miss Stanton grabbed her left foot and began the same treatment on it.
“AAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA PLEAAAAHAHAHAAASEEE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA” Beth begged over and over.
Finally, after nearly half an hour of intense tickle torture, Beth was allowed a breather. She panted heavily and flexed her feet, her soles still tingling.
“P-P-Please, let me go” Beth begged. “I can’t take anymore”
“I’m not quite done with you yet” Miss Stanton mocked.
“OH FUCK Hehehehehehehehe” Beth giggled as she felt a soft feather circling her left nipple.
“Even you tits are ticklish” Miss Stanton mocked.
“YEAH Hehheehehehehehehehe” Beth giggled.
Beth giggled uncontrollably as the feather stroked her breasts before a moan escaped her lips.
“Is someone getting turned on by this?” Miss Stanton joked, flicking Beth’s nipple with the feather.
Beth was stunned, her giggles turned to moans before reverting back to giggles again as Miss Stanton went back to circling her nipples.
“There’s something we can explore next week” Miss Stanton joked before she pulled the feather away.
“P-Please let me go” Beth begged. “I really need the toilet”.
“You can go whenever you want” Miss Stanton joked.
“Oh god, no” Beth said in shock, realising what was about to happen to her.
“I’m just going to make sure that I’m out of the firing line” Miss Stanton joked, walking to the rear of the chair.
“AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Beth squealed again as Miss Stanton nails sunk into Beth’s armpits.
Miss Stanton tickled and tickled Beth’s upper body, switching between her armpits, ribs and sides until the urge became too much for Beth.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAA NOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Beth cried out as a stream of urine appeared through her pants.
“AHAHAHAHAHAAHA STAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAPPP STAHHAHAHAHAAHHAAAAAPPP AHAHAHAHAHA” Beth begged.
Feeling sympathy, Miss Stanton stopped tickling. She unclipped Beth from the frame as Beth sunk on the floor to her knees, sat in the puddle.
“Get yourself cleaned up and show yourself out.” Miss Stanton said, throwing a towel at Beth. “I will see you next week. Don’t forget your weekly pedicure”.
Miss Stanton left the room, leaving Beth sobbing on the floor.
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Part 2
The week passed by extremely slowly for Beth. She barely left the accommodation, staying awake deep into each night until her body fell asleep. The time had come for her to experience her first pedicure. Nervously, she walked to the salon around the corner from the campus, as requested by Miss Stanton. Beth had always taken care of her feet herself, applying cream every night with the occasional weekly pumice stone treatment. As she walked into the salon, a very friendly Chinese woman greeted her and took her to her seat. Beth placed her feet in the warm water to soak whilst watching the woman prepare her tools. The woman gasped Beth’s left ankle, guiding it onto the padded bench before going to work on Beth’s already smooth sole.
Beth chuckled with laughter, flinching with every drag of the grater. Luckily for Beth, the woman only had to work on each sole for a few minutes.
“Why you need pedicure?” The woman asked. “You’re feet very smooth already”.
Beth shrugged her shoulders, trying to play it cool. The woman went back to her feet, deeply massaging Beth’s soles and toes with lotion. Beth produced a few moans and groans as the woman worked over her feet.
“Miss Stanton recommended black nail polish” the woman said with a smile.
“OK” Beth agreed.
Beth waited for it to dry before she slid her flip-flops back on and started the walk back to campus. She checked her phone to make sure she wasn’t late, not wanting to annoy Miss Stanton any further. She had no idea what to expect and didn’t want to think about it too much as she made her way up to the office. Beth took a deep breath before knocking the door.
“Come in” Miss Stanton called out as Beth nervously opened the door and entered.
“How was the pedicure? Tickle much?” Miss Stanton asked with a grin.
Beth frowned at Miss Stanton before taking a seat and removing her flip-flops, placing her bare feet on the desk.
“What do you think you are doing?” Miss Stanton asked firmly.
“Getting ready for you to tickle me” Beth replied with confusion.
“Oh, no” Miss Stanton said shaking her head. “Not here. Now put you footwear back on and follow me”.
Confused, Beth obeyed. She stood up and followed Miss Stanton out of the room and down the stairs. Miss Stanton marched ahead down the corridor with Beth following as fast as she could. Finally, they approached a door with a private sign on. Miss Stanton unlocked it allowing Beth to go first. Beth looked in front of her at the old, wooden stairs before slowly climbing down them. Miss Stanton locked the door behind and followed Beth. As Beth reached the bottom of the stairs she turned the corner to see a dimly lit dungeon set up. She slowly turned back around.
“Umm, NO” Miss Stanton instructed. “Turn back around and head to the light”.
Nervously, Beth did as asked and walked to the middle of the dungeon set up.
“Anything catch your eye?” Miss Stanton asked.
Beth shook her head nervously, staring in horror at the bondage equipment.
“Take you clothes off” Miss Stanton instructed.
“All of them?” Beth asked nervously, looking embarrassed.
“You can keep you pants for now” Miss Stanton smiled.
Slowly, Beth undressed. Removing her tracksuit bottoms before her t-shirt, finally unclipping bra, letting her modest breasts hang free. She placed her clothes on top of her flip-flops before trying to cover up her breasts with her hands.
“Don’t be shy, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before” Miss Stanton smiled. “Now, on the Devil” she said, pointing at the leather structure in the corner.
Beth slowly walked over, her heart pounding with nerves. She slowly climbed on the seat and rested her back against the backrest. Miss Stanton walked behind her, leaning over and taking Beth’s left arm, securing it by the wrist and elbow to the frame sticking out to the side. She did the same with Beth’s right arm, stretching her arms out to each side, exposing her underarms. A strap was placed around Beth’s body, just under her breasts, pinning her against the backrest.
“Feet up on the stirrups” Miss Stanton instructed, patting the right hand one.
Beth gulped before placing each foot on the stirrups. Miss Stanton secured her ankle and knee in place on her right leg before doing the same with her left.
“Can you move?” Miss Stanton asked.
Beth struggled against the straps but she could only move her head, hands and feet from side to side.
“Good” Miss Stanton said with a smile before pulling out a blindfold.
“Lights out” she chuckled before covering Beth’s eyes.
Beth heard the clatter on the floor as Miss Stanton took of her high heels before she sat there in silence, listening carefully to try to establish where Miss Stanton was. Minutes passed as the silence filled the room. Beth awaited nervously for the tickling to start but nothing. Beth wasn’t sure if she had been left on her own and the thought of dread came over her.
A few more minutes passed. Beth was convinced that she was alone, possibly abandoned. All of a sudden, two sets of fingernails scattered inside of her armpits.
“AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAA” Beth screamed with laughter.
“Aww, is my poor slave ticklish?” Miss Stanton mocked.
“AAHAAHAHAHAHA YEESSSS AHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA” Beth screamed.
Miss Stanton watched Beth’s head shake, her hands grasping thin air and feet swaying from side to side as her fingernails tortured her sensitive underarms. Beth presumed she was going to be eased into this, but she was wrong. She trashed around as much as she could but could not escape the ticklish sensation as the pointy fingernails scattered across her smooth underarms.
Beth continued to laugh uncontrollably as the fingernails finally moved away from her armpits, dancing down her stretched sides. She flinched and laughed as the nails prodded and poked around in between her ribs before settling on her sides, parallel with her belly button. Beth had never really been tickled like this before, she struggled for breath as the laughter poured out of her mouth. Her stomach was aching, her skin was sweaty and there was nothing she could do about it.
Finally, the torture stopped. Beth flung her head back against the padded headrest and panted, trying to regain her breath.
“I think you are the most ticklish person I have ever met” Miss Stanton mocked.
Beth did not respond.
“Are you?” Miss Stanton prompted an answer.
“I-I-I am ticklish” Beth panted out.
“Is there any part of your body that isn’t ticklish?” Miss Stanton questioned.
“I don’t know” Beth responded.
“Let’s try to find somewhere” Miss Stanton whispered in her ear.
Beth’s heart raced, once again not knowing where Miss Stanton was. Her head twitched from side to side, picking up on the smallest of noises. Once again, she was completely unprepared as Miss Stanton’s nails danced up and down Beth’s thighs.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA” She wailed with laughter.
Miss Stanton’s fingers glided across her moist skin, slowly working their way down to Beth’s knees.
“AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA” Beth screamed even louder.
Miss Stanton spent the next 10 minutes switching between Beth’s knees and thighs as she wriggled around as much as the restraints would let her. She let Beth have a short break as she walked behind her. Miss Stanton placed a bottle against Beth’s lips.
“Drink, I don’t want you passing out” Miss Stanton instructed, tilting the bottle.
Beth gulped the water down, quicker than she had ever drank in her life.
“Someone’s thirsty” Miss Stanton mocked.
“W-W-Well, you’re fucking tickling me” Beth snapped back.
“Did you just swear at me?” Miss Stanton asked in a stern voice.
“Umm” Beth responded nervously.
“I was going to give you a break” Miss Stanton said softly. “Not anymore”.
Before Beth could plead, she shrieked as a single nail was dragged down her freshly pedicured right foot. She froze in fear, suddenly realising just how ticklish her feet had become.
“What’s the matter? Thought these little feet couldn’t get anymore ticklish?” Miss Stanton mocked.
Beth took a deep breath before she felt Miss Stanton’s nails scatter across her right sole. She screamed with laughter, thrashing her foot from side to side in a desperate attempt the escape the ultra-ticklish sensation.
“Aww, where does your foot think its going?” Miss Stanton joked before grasping her big toe, pinning it back.
Beth tried to move her foot but Miss Stanton had it pinned back effectively before her fingernails dragged and scratched Beth’s perfectly smooth, ticklish arch.
“AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA FUUCCKKKKKK AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Beth screamed and begged.
“I do not appreciate swearing” Miss Stanton instructed before digging her nails in further.
“AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEEAASSSEEEE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA MY FEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEETTT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Beth begged.
Miss Stanton tortured her right foot over and over again, not allowing Beth the chance to recover. Just when Beth thought she was getting a break, Miss Stanton grabbed her left foot and began the same treatment on it.
“AAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA PLEAAAAHAHAHAAASEEE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA” Beth begged over and over.
Finally, after nearly half an hour of intense tickle torture, Beth was allowed a breather. She panted heavily and flexed her feet, her soles still tingling.
“P-P-Please, let me go” Beth begged. “I can’t take anymore”
“I’m not quite done with you yet” Miss Stanton mocked.
“OH FUCK Hehehehehehehehe” Beth giggled as she felt a soft feather circling her left nipple.
“Even you tits are ticklish” Miss Stanton mocked.
“YEAH Hehheehehehehehehehe” Beth giggled.
Beth giggled uncontrollably as the feather stroked her breasts before a moan escaped her lips.
“Is someone getting turned on by this?” Miss Stanton joked, flicking Beth’s nipple with the feather.
Beth was stunned, her giggles turned to moans before reverting back to giggles again as Miss Stanton went back to circling her nipples.
“There’s something we can explore next week” Miss Stanton joked before she pulled the feather away.
“P-Please let me go” Beth begged. “I really need the toilet”.
“You can go whenever you want” Miss Stanton joked.
“Oh god, no” Beth said in shock, realising what was about to happen to her.
“I’m just going to make sure that I’m out of the firing line” Miss Stanton joked, walking to the rear of the chair.
“AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Beth squealed again as Miss Stanton nails sunk into Beth’s armpits.
Miss Stanton tickled and tickled Beth’s upper body, switching between her armpits, ribs and sides until the urge became too much for Beth.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAA NOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Beth cried out as a stream of urine appeared through her pants.
“AHAHAHAHAHAAHA STAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAPPP STAHHAHAHAHAAHHAAAAAPPP AHAHAHAHAHA” Beth begged.
Feeling sympathy, Miss Stanton stopped tickling. She unclipped Beth from the frame as Beth sunk on the floor to her knees, sat in the puddle.
“Get yourself cleaned up and show yourself out.” Miss Stanton said, throwing a towel at Beth. “I will see you next week. Don’t forget your weekly pedicure”.
Miss Stanton left the room, leaving Beth sobbing on the floor.
