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QUID PRO QUO part 3 F/F gentle but sexual

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Here are links to part 1 & part 2. As It says in the title this one is gentler than the others so I hope it can be read as a stand alone. It does get a bit sexual at the end.

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It had been an exciting morning for Liz. From her capture and covert conveyance to the fetish studio to watching her captor suffer alongside Alina the petite Asian contortionist her heart had been racing. As their torture came to an end Liz was offered the chance to have a turn tormenting the pair who had exploited her ticklishness in the hotel room the previous night. Instead she decided to take the gentle tickle-test her contract had detailed in sections 1.3 to 1.8, knowing she could probably take the gentle tickles described.

Liz regretted speaking, she felt sorry for her fickle-tickle friends and hoped by volunteering to play they would at least be given a break. Liz had watched Alina torture Chloe and Alina in turn suffer the ingenious tickle-stockings that made the spry Asian contortionist writhe and bounce. The dominatrix smiled and exclaimed; “Ah eager to be tickled rather than tickle, I like that! I shall have the guards prepare your friends and arrange some entertainments for them whilst they wait for us…”
Liz nodded nervously, not wanting to picture the cruel captivity in devilish device her friends would suffer as she endured gentle tickles to her liking. Somehow Liz knew her captor would be true to her word and not torture her with hairbrushes or any of the other tools or techniques that were beyond her capacity to endure. One of the men brought in a small set of wooden stocks which were secured to the small table using little clamps that fitted into grooves in the stocks and the underside of the table.

“I will just need you to put your feet on top of the closed stocks for now” The dominatrix sweetly explained like a doting nurse.

Liz nervously obeyed feeling the supple leather than lined the top of the stocks under her calves and heels. The same leather lined the four holes in the stocks and Elizabeth curiously considered the lack of hinges and latches as well as the odd dimples in the leather that contained a small hole where a button or toggle would typically secure such upholstery. She thought she saw some buttons and attachments on the other side of the stocks and nervously wondered how the toe-ties would be attached. Her curiosity was cut short as her captor began to play with her blue strappy sandals, finding the elegant buckles on the thin straps.

“Such beautiful feet in such lovely sandals!...” Her captor exclaimed as Liz wiggled her feet nervously.

“… Such an exquisite beauty!” The dominatrix continued as she began to investigate the buckles.

Liz blushed, enjoying the attention but nervous of the imminent tickling. Before her sandals could be removed her captor traced her arch softly with a fingertip being careful not to use her long sharp nails. With a yelp Liz brought the foot away, surprised by the surprise assault. Obediently Liz returned her foot to the top of the stocks with a submissive smile, she had not expected to be tickled so soon.

“I love tickling high arches through strappy sandals” Her captor gleefully exclaimed.

Liz’s arches were tickled in the same fashion with the buckles of her strappy sandals undone, leaving the elegant high heels dangling from Liz’s toes. After flinching and squirming Liz’s feet were soon bare, her expensive sandals standing as trophies to either side of the strange stocks. Seeing her prize was nervous the dominatrix rewarded Liz with a foot massage. Liz sighed; her captor’s hands made her tingle with pleasure and although she was reassured she knew it wouldn’t be long until her feet were tickled once more. Still Liz loved to be pampered and the Goth chick knew exactly how to massage the balls of her feet, using same knowing fingers that could easily drive Liz into tickle hell as they had countless other tortured soles. The massage was concluded with Liz’s feet being returned to sit on top of the stocks such that her Achilles’ tendons rested once more on the supple leather.

“Now we shall begin the game properly, keep your feet where I have put them or else they will go in the stocks instead of on them”. Her captor explained.

Liz nodded submissively and wondered how exactly her feet would go into the stocks given the lack of hinges and latches. Her captor produced two soft feathers and started to tease Liz’s toes and arches loving the way her victim couldn’t stand even the softest slightest touch. She watched fascinated as Lizzy giggled and squirmed, scrunching her toes and instinctively brushed the annoying feathers away with her the foot.

“Keep still Lizzy Loo! You have to keep your feet still or else I will tickle you all the worse when I have your stocked and toe-tied.” The dominatrix cooed, loving the way these verbal taunts affected her victim.

Liz was torn, on the one hand she loved the gentle sensations the feathers gave but knew she couldn’t keep still under their touch. Her captor smiled loving the way Liz brought both hands up to her face to stifle both her delicate laugh and the urge to pull her feet away. Lizzy’s laugh and reactions delighted the dominatrix; she loved her life of inflicting merciless, relentless tickle torture but here was true sensitivity! To torture this angel the way she tortured her other victims would be a sin, and as much as the dominatrix loved sin she would keep the tickling gentle and light as it satisfied a hunger that her diet of intense cruelty could not satiate.

Liz struggled to keep her feet still under the soft feather touches. So far her captor had not punished her for curling her toes and flinching but threatened to teasingly;

“Keep your toes still or I will use the other side of the feather!”

Liz tried to obey but was so feather-ticklish it was impossible for her to keep still. The second her squirms were rewarded with the sharp touch of the pointy quill on her right heel she lost control and brought both legs up to her chest hugging her shins.

“Oh silly! Lizzy!... Now I will have to tickle you all the worse with your feet inside the stocks! Now be a good girl and slip them inside”

“…. How?” Liz asked, confused but compliant.

“Oh I am sure you can fit your lovely feet through the holes” Her captor replied.

Nervously Liz obeyed pointing with her sexy feet and slipping them through the soft leather-lined holes until both ankles sat snugly inside the padded stocks.

“Oh these are almost a perfect fit already I hardly need to adjust them!” Her captor gleamed as she pressed a button on the side of the stocks causing a buzzing sound and her captive to gasp with surprise as she felt the soft padded leather grip her ankles tightly.

“Oh my!…. How?” Lizzy meekly exclaimed feeling totally trapped.

“There are little air cushions in the padding that are attached to a pump. Far more restrictive than traditional ‘clamp’ stocks don’t you think? Also no matter how much you struggle you can never hurt your delicate ankles!”

Liz squirmed regretting putting her feet through the holes and too nervous to answer, she had to admit the stocks were comfortable but for the first time she was completely at the Goth’s mercy.

“Now where were we?” her captor asked selecting two feathers before adding; “Oh yes! Five minutes of tickle-torture!”

Liz shrieked as the two sharp points poked her captive heels. It made her all the more aware she couldn’t get away. The two sharp points traced devilish patterns over her soft pampered pads that couldn’t move no matter how much she squirmed. Her captor cackled as Liz brought both hands up to her face again in a way the raven haired Goth found comically delightful.

“Oh yes! The heels are often a neglected tickle-spot. For most women they are less sensitive than the arches or toes but in stocks like this they simply cannot get away. Judging by your reactions I would say your heels are quite sensitive?”

Liz could only nod as she covered her mouth to stifle a laugh.

“So do you want me to stop tickling your heels like this?”

Liz nodded again her brown eyes screaming out for mercy.

“Okay we will try one feather on the balls of your feet!” Her captor beamed.

Liz sighed expecting a reduction in torture as only one feather was being used. She was wrong! Her captor seized her foot by the toes and began using the sharp quill to trace a swirling erratic figure of eight pattern over Liz’s soft, delicate skin.

“NOOOO! I thought you were going to use the feather end! Please don’t tickle me like that!” Liz screamed ending her nervous silence with wails of laughter as she frantically tried to use her other foot to bat the feather away.

“Okay back to soft feather tickling but you need to keep your feet still or else you will get the toe ties and the same treatment all over your lovely soles!” Her captor cooed.

Liz gasped in fear, she knew she wouldn’t be able to keep her feet still and dreaded such torture. The feather tickles started softly tracing her arches and occasionally exploring her insteps and the sides of her feet. The second the feathers hit her toes Liz instinctively clasped the feathers trapping them.

“Uh-h! Disobedience! I said to keep your feet still!” Her captor purred.

“No! Mistress! Please don’t!” Liz pleaded.

The Goth smiled loving her captive had used the word ‘mistress’ so early and without prompting at all.

“Okay I will give you one more chance but then it is the toe-ties! Give me my feathers back now!” She commanded teasingly.

Liz tried to keep her toes still as the soft feather fronds explored every nook and crevice in between and under her sensitive digits. Once again she translated the inexorable desire to curl her toes and scrunch her feet into all manner of submissive movements with her arms and face. Her captor smiled at her loving the way she squirmed, hugged herself and brought her hands up to her face as her feet were softly tickled. Liz’s facial expressions alone were enough to delight the domination who revelled in such wonderful reactions from such gentle torture, she had grown bored of the same rictus of laughter that hard core tickling produced and was utterly charmed by her new toy’s responses.

Whenever the dominatrix found a particularly sensitive spot Liz would flinch and flail losing control of both her feet and upper body. Her captor just laughed and cooed:
“Keep your feet still now! Or I will tie your toes!”
Liz already knew she would suffer the toe-ties no matter what and after the first few flinches she no longer tried to keep her feet still. Eventually her captor decided to end the charade, Liz had grasped one feather with her long slender toes and was now using that foot to bat and the feathers that tormented her other foot. First the dominatrix would punish her with her fingertips though:

“Aha haha haha haha haha!!! No!!! haha haha haha Aha haha haha haha haha!!!” Liz wailed as ten skilled fingertips assaulted her soles.

“You see I don’t really need toe-ties to punish you!” Her captor cooed.

“Aha haha haha haha haha!!! Aha haha haha haha haha haha!!! Please! Aha haha haha haha haha haha!!!” Liz laughed her voice sweet and melodic, like music to her captor’s ears.

As the dominatrix continued to tickle she found it harder not to use her nails by mistake as Liz squirmed and struggled. Liz was too ticklish to stand even the soft fingertip tickles so the occasional unpredictable scratch of sharp nails maintained perfectly for the application of torture was horrendous.

“Eeeek! Haha!.... No Please!... Hahaha! Eeeeep! No Nails I beg you! Haha! Ahahahaa! Meep!” Liz giggled sweetly, her responses comical but genuine.

“C’mon you have three minutes left! If you want me to stop using my nails you need to keep your feet still, or suffer the toe-ties!” Her captor teased.

“The toe-ties! Give me the toe-ties!” Liz pleaded out of a combination of self-preservation and curiosity.

Her captor beamed loving the way she had her victim begging for more torture. Liz caught her breath as the dominatrix prepared several strange wire contraptions. Liz curled and flexed her toes amazed at how much more ticklish and helpless she felt being in the stocks. She watched as the first of the metal contraptions were inserted into the holes in the top of the upholstered stocks. ‘Ah that is what they are for!’ Liz thought to herself. With the vertical supports in place the dominatrix tested and selected attachments to secure Liz’s big toe first. The demure brunette compliantly co-operated, the other models had tied her toes at one point during her sea-weed wrap ordeal but they had used a bit of string. That metal loops that surrounded each big toe to pull back and up were worse, there was absolutely no give at all and after the correct size was selected Liz felt vulnerable and nervous.

“Please be gentle!” Liz pleaded as the same process was repeated for each of her little toes.

“Oh I will be so gentle you won’t be able to stand it!” Her captor replied.

Liz continued to whimper, hoping her pathetic pleading would satiate her captor’s desires for dominance and prevent this ordeal from going too far. Her ploy worked, the thrill of subjecting such a gentle angel to the soft torment made the Dominatrix beam with pleasure.

The little clamps held Liz’s toes perfectly, with the pinky toes fully secured Liz’s feet were already held back with the toes splayed out but her captor wasn’t done yet. Restraints for each toe were produced and tested from the array for different sized feet. Eventually the dominatrix settled on little rings for each toe attached to the either thin chains or cord to tie them back. The effect was divine; Liz was held immobile in master class of bondage, almost every sensitive spot was exposed and she couldn’t flex or curl her toes at all. Liz shrieked as her captor ran a feather up one sole tracing the arch and dancing between her captive, helpless toes.

“Aha hahaha haha haha haha!!! Hahaha haha haha haha!!! No!!! hahaha haha haha haha!!! Oh my God!” Hahaha haha haha haha!!!! It is soo much worse!!!!” Liz wailed and laughed shaking her head and resisting the urge to thrash about.

“It is! All of your hyper sensitive nerves are at the surface of your skin now!....
And you were su-uuuuuuu-uper ticklish before I tied your toes!” Her captor explained.

Liz just laughed and grasped the sides of her chair and the feather continued their slow dance. Her captor was a masterful torturer and had already mapped most of Liz’s feather-sensitive spots but now with the fresh canvas of sexy soles stretched out she completed her cruel study being careful not to push her captive too far. Eventually each of Liz’s toes yielded their secrets to the delighted dominatrix who still yearned for more knowledge but had to ensure her victim was properly restrained first.

“So you have two minutes of torture left to endure in which I will be using my fingertips. I am a little bit worried you might fall off that chair so I am going to have to restrain you!” The dominatrix explained as she stopped the timer.

Liz obediently stayed still as her wrists were handcuffed to the chair and a wide scarf was used to tie her to the chair around her waist. The handcuffs were made leather and metal rings not unlike the panties Chloe had used as part of her cruel capturing scheme. However Liz felt strangely comfortable in the restraints, not only was she safe from falling from the chair but there was no-way the handcuffs could hurt her being expertly applied. Liz also felt the strange tingly sensation she felt whenever anyone cared for her. It didn’t matter whether it was someone folding her towels or pampering her with a massage Liz always got the most satisfying tingling sensation all throughout her body. The demure brunette felt the subtle sensations as her captor petted her and stroked her hair.

“Are you ready for us to resume?” The dominatrix asked.

Liz nodded, her nervousness mixing with the strange tingling feelings.

“Good then we shall start with your arches…” The dominatrix softly intoned taking her place at the stocks and restarting the timer.

Liz squirmed as the first few touches delighted her senses, her mistress was skilled and careful, methodically exploring the creamy canvas of her arches being careful not to use her nails. Liz smiled and giggled gently the soft touches being to her liking. The raven haired dominatrix was skilled and quickly mapped the most ticklish spot on Liz’s arches being aware she had only a short time to enjoy this exquisite treat.

“And now for your heels!” The dominatrix declared using her sharp nails in quick well practised motions.

“Oh no! Ahaha hahahaa haha! No Please! hahahaaahaa hahahaa haha! You sa-haha-aid no nails!” Liz pleaded through fresh peals of helpless laughter.

“No I didn’t the contract specified finger tickling, do you want me to stop using my nails on your heels?” The dominatrix asked innocently

“Ahaha hahahaa haha! Yes STOP! Ahaha haha haahaa haha!” Liz wailed.

“Okay I shall use my nails on the balls of your feet as well!” The Dominatrix declared victoriously.

“Oh no! Ahaha hahahaa hahaha! No!!! Ahaha hahahaa haha!!! No-hoho-oh NO FAIR!!! Ahahahaahaa hahahaa haha!!! Stohoho-op STOP!!!” Liz pleaded through peals of laughter, her captor nails dancing a cruel dance over the balls of your feet.

The dominatrix smiled as she quickly mapped all of the spots on her new target, within seconds she knew exactly how to drive her captive insane and moved onto her victim’s toes causing Lizzy to shriek. Varying her technique was key so after darting back to the balls of Lizzy’s trapped feet she assaulted the arches with her nails causing the stocks and the table to shake as Lizzy struggled. Lizzy couldn’t believe the torture she endured at the Goth’s cruel nails, tears ran down her cheeks as the buzzer sounded. It had only been about a minute since the nails were introduced but she would have given anything to make the torture stop.

“My dear; not only are you the most beautiful woman I have ever seen but you are also the most ticklish!” The raven haired Goth declared.

“Oh my God! Never do that to me again!” Liz moaned as she regain her breath. As much as the minute of fingernail tickles had been torture adrenaline now coursed through her veins and she felt more alive than she ever had.

“I promise I won’t! Unless you ever betray me or should you earn a forfeit in one of our little games” Her captor gloated.

As Liz breathed deeply she thought about the Dominatrix’s words and how they related to section 2.4 of her contract. ‘So they are going to try and trick me into getting tortured’ she thought to herself. Slowly the toe-ties were released and Lizzy flexed and scrunched her toes. A button was pressed on the stocks and with a whoosh of air the padded leather around her right ankle felt looser. It reminded Lizzy of a blood pressure test she once had. Liz tilted her head quizzically at her captor wondering why only one foot had been released.

“I thought we could move onto section 1.7 of your contract, I will lick one set of your lovely toes at a time. Should that be alright?” The dominatrix answer Liz’s silent question.

Lizzy meekly nodded and blushed. She was still exhilarated by the tickle torture and her face was delightfully coquettishly pink as she curled her toes in anticipation. Her captor tapped the top of the stocks twice and purred;

“Can you slip your lovely ankle out of my stocks and place your foot here?”

Lizzy obeyed her perfect sole standing to attention within seconds of the command being given. Her captor blew across the perfect set of toes and smiled at the way the demure brunette giggled and wiggled her toes; even this tickled her. She considered applying honey or asking about Liz’s first experiences of being lickled but decided not to embarrass her pet, instead she simple seize the sole softly by the instep and ball and quickly gave the area under the toes a taste. Liz giggled surprised at the quickness of the wet tongue.

“Ahaha haha! Ooh! Ahaha haha! Heehee! Oooohh!” Liz giggled nervously.

“Does that feel good?” The Dominatrix teased.

“Ahaha haha!... Kinda!.... Ahaha haha! It still tickles! Ahaha haha! Oooohhhh!!” Liz replied grinning broadly.

The dominatrix smiled, her tickle assault had Liz so ticklish she still found the normally pleasant sensation of having her toes nibbled and played with too ticklish to handle. She continued to lick and nibble the delicious toes loving the musky salty taste and the way her victim squirmed and giggled. It was clear that the lickling was starting to arouse Liz but she was still incredibly sensitive from her tickle session. The dominatrix was tempted to tickle her other stocks foot but decided not to; instead she release the air cushions hoping that having her ankles freed would help Liz relax and enjoy the foot worship.

Liz sigh as her captor ran a wet red tongue up the perfect skin of her freshly freed left arch. It felt good but Lizzy was still slightly too nervous to relax, the little tingly sensations had gone and she sensed her captor wasn’t happy: like she knew her pet wasn’t enjoying herself. Liz normally couldn’t control her libido when her toes were licked but something was different. Her captor stopped licking and stood. Liz sat with her heels resting on the top of padded stocks and watched the dominatrix approach.

“Now my little pet I have an extra treat for you should you want some extra fun” The Raven haired Goth cooed.

“….What is it?” Liz meekly asked, the strange tingles returning as her hair was stroked.

“Do you remember the panties that you borrowed and I said you can keep?”

Liz nodded shyly, wondering what cruel scheme this was a part of.

“Well they can enhance the experience for you, they are not like the ones your so-called friends wore but use a technology similar to the nylons you witness Alina wearing….”

“Will they tickle?” Liz asked.

“They aren’t designed to, but you are just so ticklish and sensitive they might! Of course if they do I can switch them off, I should warn you they conduct the signals to your nerves better if they get ahh..mmmm…. Damp!”

Liz whispered: “Okay” and the dominatrix reached down to click to small buttons near her hips. Nothing happened at first and Liz wondered if the batteries were flat or whatever. The little tingles were back from the way her mistress had petted her and soon she was grinning and giggling as her toes were squirming under the administrations of a wet tongue. Liz felt nervous and anxious but didn’t see the need to resist her growing arousal as the clever tongue flickered over her toes. Always before she had tried to resist her libido under the lickling administrations of Chloe, other models and her sorority sisters, for some reason she felt more comfortable with her mistress making her orgasm. Suddenly she felt her panties respond as she started to get wet.

“Ooooooooooooohhhh!!!” Liz sighed.

“Mmmmmm!” Her captor hummed quizzically looking up from sucking on Liz’s toes. It was strange how such a simple tone and look could convey such a knowing message.

Liz moaned, sighed and rolled her eyes feeling the pressure build and her libido rise like a tide swell. The panties were definitely doing something, it wasn’t like tickling or an electric shock but it seemed as her pussy throbbed with pressure the panties threw the sensations back like a mirror. Liz could resist no more and clasped down hard on the sides of the chair as the first orgasm washed over her, it was quickly met with another that seemed to rush to overtake it eager to engulf her senses with pleasure. The panties made the sensations a hundred times more intense, it was like the pleasure had nowhere to go and would bounce back at Liz like storm waves off a cliff. It took Liz a few moments to realise the dominatrix had stopped licking her toes and she was trapped in a cycle of multiple orgasms that seemed as though they would keep her in the throes of pleasure for an eternity purely on the momentum that had built up within her nervous system.

“Oh my God!” Liz moaned as her captor softly laughed.

“Clever little things aren’t they?” The dominatrix asked.

“When will they stop? Liz asked out of curiosity that was bordering on desperation.

“Do you want them to stop?” The dominatrix asked teasingly.

Liz just signed and moaned in a way that convinced her captor she was still having fun. Still she continued;

“If I switch them off you will come down slowly, If I leave them on I don’t think you will ever stop!”

Liz clasped her chair tightly and began to kick, the dominatrix seized her ankles deeply tempted to give her perfect pet a tickle.

“Do you want me to switch them off?” She asked in a sing-song teasing voice.

Liz nodded frantically and slumped into the chair as the orgasmic feedback loop receded from her senses.

“Don’t worry I can always switch them back on again later if you like, but for now it is my turn to have my toes licked. Only I would much rather experience this pleasure in my boudoir once you are ready”.

Liz was spent and allowed her captor to take care of her as she felt the unbearable orgasmic overload give way to a steady bliss of the soft tingles that accompanied such delicate care. Liz’s feet were cleaned of saliva with a special wipe and secured in extra sheer stockings. The translucent nylon stockings felt strange to Liz. Her mind went back to Alina screaming and stamping her feet in her black stockings and translucent high heels.

These nylons did not resemble the ones Alina and the blonde had worn but Liz worried they would work in a similar fashion. Those cruel garments had been black with a seam up the back of the leg and over the arch, re-enforced patches on the heel toes and balls of the feet. Whereas Liz’s nylons were almost totally translucent. Liz wiggled her toes each of which were secured in their own perfectly shaped pocket of the super sheer material. With the first stocking attached to the panties at the hip Liz curled her toes as her captor began to unroll the second dubious stocking over her instep.

“Don’t worry these are developed from an early prototype, they don’t tickle but they will add to our fun through nerve stimulation”. The dominatrix explained as she secured each of Liz’s toes in the flexible pockets.

Liz quivered as her captor secured the second stocking in place. It was like they had been made to fit her perfectly, she knew they were stretchy like all nylons but somehow they seemed far more snug that any she had ever worn before. With the stockings in place Liz’s strappy sandals were returned to her feet and she was blindfolded. Liz tingled as she was led away to her captor’s boudoir, being blindfolded meant she submitted totally allowed herself to be directed and controlled as she took slow careful steps feeling the floor beneath her high heeled and nylon-clad feet, the sensations somehow different.

As Liz’s blindfold was removed she looked around at her captor’s boudoir. It was a dressing room rather than a bedroom and featured both bondage a beauty accessories. The decadent furniture was for the most part in a Victorian style with deep red leather chairs and dark wood. Liz was directed to have a seat in one of the chairs and did so obediently, before she knew it her feet were in the lap of her captor who had sat opposite and tapped her lap. As the Dominatrix careful undid the buckles of her pet’s elegant strappy sandal she spoke;

“You are probably wondering: ‘Why the scene change?’ my sweet”

Liz considered nodding but wasn’t sure if this would be rude so just continued to look around at the darkly vibrant room with its understated extravagance expressed through the antique furniture. Her captor took this response as a ‘yes’ and also noticed her pet’s nervousness.

“Well Lizzy, I like you! Many of my pets never see this room, it is one of the few I allow myself to be vulnerable in. You I see I too am ticklish and sensitive but have learnt to control my reactions to such stimuli. As for foot worship; I have a similar reaction to you, only I also favour some more savoury aspects such as humiliation and denial…”

Lizzy’s nervousness increased as her captor spoke, she looked around the room noticing how much of the antique furniture had been modified for bondage. There were stocks, hooks and eye-holes for toe-ties and other restraints visible on close inspections. Even the more innocent items worried the demure brunette such as the medicine box that contained little glass bottles and tinctures. Spotting the way her pet looked around the Dominatrix added;

“…Of course I do not wish to engage in such intense activities with you my pet, we shall keep it light. However I would ask that you do not reveal any information pertaining to the way in which I allow myself to be vulnerable”

Lizzy was instructed to kneel on a special stool that trapped her ankles under a low cushioned seat. As she stood to kneel she noticed how the carpet felt strange under her stocking feet. It almost tickled but not quite, she was hyper-aware of every thread of the deep carpet on her arches and toes. In between Liz and her mistress was a low table with either Ivory or marble inlaid in the dark wood. Liz watched as the dominatrix removed one boot and placed a stockinged foot on the table for Liz to see. Her mistresses’ soles were perfect, long pale and flawless with black varnish on the toes visible through sheer ankle stockings that were revealed from under thick woollen socks.

“Yes they are like yours!” The dominatrix spoke guessing her pet’s thoughts.

Liz’s mind raced as her captor removed thin bio-metric padlocks that secured the sheer fabric to the legs of her black leather jumpsuit.

“Well sort of like yours, they are halfway between the ones you are wearing and the ones presently tormenting my former protégée…”

Liz winced as she remembered the blonde slave’s pathetic plight.

“… You know she actually tried to sabotage them as part of her plan to usurp me! Hence the biometric padlocks” As she spoke the dominatrix held one of the think metal and plastic padlocks up for Lizzy to see.

Suddenly Lizzy realised a similar pair of padlocks held her own stockings in place. She had wondered how they had locked so fast and know she knew they could only be removed if presented with one of her mistress’s fingertips to the central shallow plastic indent. And wondered if they were planned to trick her into intense torture as her captor continued to speak;

“You see I use these to achieve control over my senses and instincts; they constantly stimulate the nerve endings of my feet, varying between pleasure and a gentle to mild tickling sensations. I have gradually raised the intensity as I have achieved greater control. My former protégée planned to raise the intensity to incapacitate me, luckily she tripped an anti-tamper alarm in my software”.

By now the dominatrix’s long soft soles were placed on the stool in front of Lizzy’s face. Despite having been confined to the enormous boots inside stockings under socks they had a sweet flowery fragrance. Liz didn’t know it, but this resulted from the sensitivising process that her captor insisted all of her club’s members endure, even herself. As she wiggled her toes the dominatrix picked up a strange tray-like device; despite being elegantly decorated and upholstered it was essentially a long piece of wooden with two convex bulbs of black plastic side by side in the centre.

“What is this?” Liz asked quietly but curiously.

“This is something to make this more fun for you, it attaches to the back of your stool so that the stimulators cover your feet.” Came the reply.

“Will it tickle?” Liz asked meekly.

“Not unless I programme it to, currently it is programmed to produce a pleasurable tingly sensation like those panties you are still wearing”.

Intrigued Liz secured the strange device in place feeling it easily slot into attachments she hadn’t noticed to either side of her prayer stool. Liz curled her toes as she felt the smooth bulbs of black plastic just millimetres away from her arches.

“If you want to try it the button is on the corner there” Her mistress instructed, obediently Liz flicked the main switch.

Liz let out a small squeak as the black plastic bulbs started to hum and the most peculiar sensations began to tingle the already sensitive nerves of her soles. The nylon stockings absorbed the static pulse and translated each electric sensation up to Liz’s toes, it almost tickled Liz but took an odd left turn in the brunette’s brain to hit the buttons only having her toes licked had ever pressed before.

“Oooh!” Liz moaned with a shy smile.

“Well I thought that this should be fun for you too!” Her captor offered, adding; “By the way if you want to switch your panties back on locate the two buttons on each of your hips simultaneously, press down and pull them forwards.”

Liz considered doing this right away but still needed some time after her last orgasmic overload. She watched as her mistress applied some fragrant honey to her toes from an antique jar. The Goth dominatrix was truly like a goddess with her raven back hair, alabaster skin and exquisite feet. The raven haired beauty was flexible and even tasted the honey to stop it dribbling from the tops of her toes with a quick flick of her clever tongue.

Liz did not feel humiliated as she licked the sweet honey from her mistress’s toes, although it was an act of utter submission. It was foot worship at its purest and as her angelic tongue explored every nook and crevice she watched as her mistress enjoyed the sensations. The electric sensation on her own soles were re-kindling Liz’s libido and despite her shyness Liz found the two button her captors had spoken of. Each was contained within a little capsule and it took Liz a few seconds to work out how to squeeze the buttons inside and pull both forwards into the on position. Liz lapped at her mistress’s arch to catch some honey that had escaped the valley under the Goth’s sexy toes, her captor spoke;

“And now we are both having fun shall we play a game?....”

“Hmmmm?” Liz hummed inquisitively.

“No consequences just try and resist climaxing before me, I want to see how high your resistance is…”

Liz continued to lick and suck her captor’s toes. She knew she would lose this little game but could tell her efforts were causing considerable arousal even if the Dominatrix could resist both her tongue and the stimulation devices she suspected were concealed under the crotch of the black jumpsuit. More honey was applied and Liz licked both of her captor’s soles clean, she knew focusing on the toes was her best chance of winning this little game but with every second the tingling in her loins got stronger as the panties came to life.

The stockings and stimulation bulbs didn’t help either, the more Liz wiggled her toes the more she seemed to find herself becoming aroused. She didn’t know it but the special fabric responded to such movements making the dermal stimulators fire secondary pulses that brought every nerve alive with pleasure. Finally the demure brunette could endure no more ecstasy and released her mistress’s toes to sigh and moan with pleasure.

“Hey who said you could stop!” Her mistress chided lifting her foot for Liz to return to work.

Liz desperately tried to worship her mistress’s toes as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over and through her. The scene of utter submission pushed the dominatrix over the edge, ‘such obedience’ she thought as the tongue returned to her hot toes. The two women climaxed together until both were spent. Liz tingled all over the panties and stockings making her feel another orgasm was going to arrive any second. Smiling her captor offered her some strange devices from her nightstand;

“Since you… Ahem, arrived first! I would like you to try these as a special treat!”

“What are they?” Liz asked meekly looking at the curious devices that reminded her of finger puppets with little brushes at the tips.

“They are special finger-tippers, I have so many page turns and metal claws like this. But I think you will find these ones especially interesting on your stockings feet, go ahead put some on!”

Liz obeyed and picked up one of the strange devices before slipping it over her index finger to find it snugly fitting all three parts. The tip contained three short brushes of some unknown fibre. Liz examined the others that her mistress had presented her on an antique silver tray, all had different sized and shaped brushes of the same silvery white fibre that stood firmly to attention whilst looking silky soft. Liz slipped a few more on and tested them out on the wrist of her other hand.

“That is the right idea, but try them on your feet, here I will help you put them on your other hand”.

Soon Liz brandished eight of the strange finger puppets, she watched them dance as she wiggled her fingers and imagined using them on Imogen. Her captor cleaned the honey and saliva from her soles and toes with a wipe and smiled at her knew pet saying;

“Go-on give your toes a tickle!”

“My own toes?” Liz asked meekly, knowing full well she couldn’t possibly tickle herself.

“Yes reach back and give your toes a tickle!” Her captor replied, seeing the curiosity and confusion in her pet’s face.

Liz obeyed and danced the little brush tips over her wiggling toes, within seconds she shrieked;

“Oh! Haha haha! Oh my God that tickles!”

“Yes these clever little devices combined with the stockings allow you to tickle your own feet.

“Haha! Ho-oh-how!” Liz asked as she obediently kept tickling her own feet, the dancing brush tips never seeming to stimulate her where she thought they would.

“Because I am very clever!” Came the reply; “Now let me take that board away so you can try them on your arches”.

The dominatrix slipped into a pair of fluffy purple slippers and stood to remove the board, she made her pet obediently tickle herself and smiled at the delightful giggles. The stockings were truly remarkable, they simply changed tactile sensations enough to be unpredictable to the wearer. Liz explored her own arches amazed at being able to inflict the soft tingly tickles she loved on herself. She watched lovingly as her captor put her stockings and socks back on before re-booting her elegant feet.

“C’mon your friends are probably well rested by now!” she declared, eager to see how cruel her new toy could be.

“What should I call you?” Liz asked out of the blue.

The dominatrix stopped and paused, it was only right her new pet have a name for her. But for now she didn’t want to scare the demure angel with the title most new her by.

“Well you can call me your Governess!” She replied, loving the way her pet smiled.

To be continued…
 
Thanks! Loved it, in particular the tickle game scenes. Takes me back to the castle series. Looking forward to more coming!

Do you have any Christmas bonus stories planned for this year? 🙂
 
Thanks! Loved it, in particular the tickle game scenes. Takes me back to the castle series. Looking forward to more coming!

Do you have any Christmas bonus stories planned for this year? 🙂

Thanks 🙂 I do have an idea for a christmas bonus but it isn't castle series and a tad dark.
I do plan to re-plan and finish / resume the castle series sometime.
 
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