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In the days after Mary’s trick Sarah was almost petrified with fear. There were no nightly torture sessions and her ‘study sessions’ in Claire’s office ceased too. Sarah didn’t know it but her mentor was trying as hard as she could to find a way for her little dove spared from the exceptionally cruel tortures the headmistress meted out at weekends. After recovering from food poisoning Mary was back with a passion and had managed to trick Vicky and Jane the same way she had tricked Sarah by throwing their hats onto the grass and demanding they retrieve them. It wasn’t Mary’s idea but one of Bess’s old trademark moves but it led to Sarah having two fearful companions. Neither Vicky nor Jane helped Sarah’s nerves trading horror stories and rumours about the awful woman’s weekend torture sessions; whispering about birdfeeders and being buried in the garden, Sarah tried not to listen.
Meanwhile the two blonde prefects seemed different, somehow subdued. They even walked differently with slow gentle steps that were different to their normal stealthy slinking strides that caused the ‘plebs’ to cower. There were rumours that the headmistress had punished them and they had spent the night in the infirmary with Sheila. The glamourous brunette seemed to have recovered from her nervous episode and was spared the cruel and lascivious tortures the blondes had previous subjected her to on a nightly basis. The plebs guessed Sheila had gotten a chance at revenge, but what they didn’t know was the blondes’ punishment wasn’t over yet. After the sensitising process and intense tickle torture the headmistress had given both blondes a new pair of black shoes which whilst stylish caused the daily torment of their ticklish soles. Inside the soles of each shoe were dozens of nylon spines, the bases of which were rigged up to the tread on the soles of the shoes so that to a casual onlooker the smart black leather shoes had the new bobbly sort of grip with little plastic bumps each only a few millimetres in size. Each nylon spine was suspended in a special plastic tube that held the tapering quill such that the tip protruded a few millimetres into the inside of the shoe. The result being that with each step the spines quivered back and forth tickling terribly. Those under each girls’ arches were longer and sharper whilst those positioned under the heels were blunt and short, as were those that tormented that balls of each girl’s feet. A clever combination of both types of quill tormented the blondes’ toes as they walked.
The worst thing about the shoes was how unpredictable they were. St. Catherine’s had sloping, uneven tile floors that had been worn through the ages so each step made the sines tickle different as the prefects walked. Not only did the quills tickle but the combination of nylon and the plastic caused a slight static electric charge to build up making the awful sensations worse as each blonde would receive a mild electric shock every now and then that was impossible to predict. Each blonde wore a pair of sheer nylon stockings under a black cotton sock as the cruel headmistress had found these to enhance the torment inflicted with each step. The headmistress was testing prototypes for a friend and had been told the nylon stockings were necessary, it was something to do with nylon on nylon combined with the other plastic. A fellow club member worked with nylon and plastics making nylon gears and all sorts of wonderful things. As well making ground breaking developments in the world of commerce he had a nice side-line in creating new and exciting tickle-product which the headmistress happily tested on her captive audience.
Very few of the blondes’ classmates noticed the new shoes, and none noticed the little keyholes on the stylish buckles. The blonde prefects’ absence was noticed but both managed to keep a secret of their daily torture sessions each morning and evening, during the first of which the shoes were applied and removed after a long infuriating day. Both sessions featured intense tickle torture with their feet tied securely to the headmistress’s desk and their wrists handcuffed to their chairs. The cruel woman was testing a new toy for one of her contacts, it was made out of an electric shoe buffer only modified so the stiff bristle could be repositioned to tickle feet and toes. It was adjustable such that the bristles could be repositioned to tickle feet of different sizes and focus in on the worst spots. She had two of the cruel devices and sometimes left it torturing both of one blonde’s soles as she tickled those of the other with feathers fingers, hairbrushes and other tools from her little arsenal. Mostly she liked to set it up to tickle one foot of each of her victims as she tickled the other two feet driving her victims insane.
Eventually the weekend arrived and early on Saturday morning, as instructed, Sarah reluctantly made her way towards the headmistress’s office. She had directions from Claire but had not written them down and made the mistake of heading directly towards the cruel woman’s apartments the way her mentor had explicitly told her not to. Sarah was a clever girl but her anxiety made her remember what not to do, rather than the actual way to go. She was also skittish and when Emma drew her attention she nearly jumped out of her skin.
“PSSST! You can’t go this way! These rooms are out of bounds!” The slim redhead hissed.
Nervously Sarah let herself be guided to the correct route but sadly her mistake cost both her and her guide dearly as Mary caught them and took both to the little room that served as a garden supply store. Despite Emma’s protestations the pair were ushered inside to find the other three prefects along with Jane, Anna and Vicky. Claire avoided eye contact with her little pet whilst the blonde’s sadism seemed to have returned. The other three plebs were chained to a wall with their arms over their heads. Jane was in tears and begging;
“No! You can’t put me in it again! You can’t!.....” She pleaded as tears ran down her cheeks.
Sarah guessed the blubbering girl was talking about ‘the birdfeeder’ which the desperate brunette had whispered about after her capture by Mary a few days before.
As the two newcomers were chained up the blubbering brunette was gagged in the same fashion as Anna and Vicky both of whom were hysterical with nerves at the prospect of their impending torture. Emma attempted to remain stoic whilst Sarah looked around the room desperate for a means of escape and dreading the many torture devices that had been constructed out of gardening equipment. Her mind was focused on one in particular that her and the other girls seemed to be in the process of being prepared for.
“Well that solves the height issue but now we have five victims and only four can fit in this thing…” Jessica started nodding at the suspect wooden device their four victims were lined up in front of.
“Well I’m sure the headmistress can think of some other way of torturing Anna” Amy added, hoping to escape being the subject of the cruel woman’s attention.
As they spoke the four prefects were undressing their victims and replacing their clothes with shoddy burlap gowns that itched and tickled in themselves. Stripping away shoes and socks the prefects’ applied some strange nylon stockings that had little pre-made holes between the loose toes. Sarah guessed they were custom made but was last in line for undressing and could only watch and squirm as Vicky’s feet were forced into the light grey stockings that reminded her of the old tights her aunt used to keep onions in. Over the nylons thick wool socks were applied and it took all four girls to force Jane’s kicking feet into both nylon and wool.
Sarah beheld the strange wooden box with fear. It was taller in the middle as though two L shaped wooden boxes had been put back to back. Sarah could see stocks on top of the central tower forming an upward facing platform with eight holes in two rows of four, there were also attachments that she correctly guessed were toe-ties. Sarah’s heart raced as Emma was undressed, she could tell two girls would probably be restrained in each side of the device with the legs pulled up into the middle tower and their feet locked in the stocks; judging by what Jessica had said she would be next! Her pondering was cut short as it was her turn to be undressed. Luckily Claire managed to position herself for this task as Mary was busy restraining the hysterical Jane. Sarah was calmed by her mentor who undressed her as gently as possible and did not tease her the way the blondes gloated over Emma.
“You should have stayed away!” They purred as the positioned the uncomfortable gown in place.
Sarah’s gown itched, it was like the neckline had be designed to be uncomfortable and tickly which of course it had. It was only when the strange thick nylons were applied that Sarah began to panic. There was something inside, lots of little scratchy things that were mostly round but also pointy and scratchy somehow.
“Shhh! Shhh! You can take it! Be a brave girl!” Claire whispered to the mousy girl.
As the socks were applied Emma started to cry, she cursed the new girl’s stupidity and her own compassion for trying to redirect her when she spotted her going the wrong way. Jane and Vicky having suffered this torture before were desperate not to go through it again and each frantically struggled as they were un-chained one by one and put into the box. Any confusion as to how the custom torture box worked was made clear as the first set of stocks was swung open on a hinge that opened up just under half of one third of the platform. It took all three prefects to secure Jane inside and all of the straps and buckles to tightly restrain her inside one quarter of the cruel box. Sarah couldn’t see her well as she was secured in the compartment furthest way from her but she guessed how Jane must be laid on her back in one of the lower outer compartments with her legs going up the central tower. Sarah watched Jane’s feet flinch as the poor girl struggled. Mary tickled the struggling feet through nylon and wool as the last of thumps of Jane’s fists sounded on the wood. Finally the struggling brunette was immobilised by the leather straps such that the box wobbled and tilted on its caster wheels Jane continued to struggle. The lower portion that held Jane’s upper body was closed up and the one next door opened for Vicky.
Now Sarah could see the many straps as well as the cushions designed to adjust this cruel device to contain victims of differing heights. She could understand why Emma’s capture was a boon as Anna would hardly fit in the awful box. Vicky put up less of a fight than Jane but judging by the look on her face this was an awful torture that Sarah was both terrified of and mortified she had led her friend Emma into suffering alongside her. It was clear that the two petite girls would be side by side in the opposite side of the box to Jane and Vicky both of whom were taller. As the box was closed on Vicky Emma lost her nerve and broke down into flood of tears.
“No not this! I won’t be able to take it! I was just trying to help her!” She wailed piteously but to no avail.
In truth Claire was ashamed and wanted to let both of the slim girls go, or least torment them with a more bearable form of tickling but she knew neither the headmistress or her fellow prefects would let this be the case. Emma’s pleas for mercy were met with the merciless application of a gag and the overpowering hands of the prefects guiding her to her doom.
Vicky’s encasement in the box had already demonstrated the straps but as Sarah watched she both marvelled and writhed with fear as she watched Emma be tightly strapped in and stocked. The device was a feat of sadistic ingenuity, under the slim redhead’s back were extra cushions so her ankles just went through the stocks leaving her legs stretched tight and immobile. Emma’s wrists were cuffed and left twitching, still visible as the box was closed up. Sarah had noticed that the dividing wall between Emma’s compartment and the final one that was to be her own did not go up all the way as she had presumed. She also noticed little slats through which she could just make out Emma’s struggling body as well as mirrors on the other side. She was too terrified to be curious and curled her toes in the strange nylon stockings as it was her turn to be unchained and taken to her tiny wooden cell.
Claire made a pretence of helping her companions unchain Sarah but found she could not help carry the distraught girl to her confinement in the cruel contraption. Instead she opened the final set of stocks and remembered helping plane the wood and cursed her efforts. ‘This was going to be too much for the wee thing’ she thought as she closed the stocks and turned the catch. Sarah was almost too petrified to struggle as she was strapped in so tightly that movement became nearly impossible. The cushions made her confinement comfortable enough but the burlap dress itched making her squirm as much as she could as the box was closed up. Sarah was not claustrophobic but shivered with fear as she looked around, she had noticed little panels on the side of box and on the tower but apart from her stocked feet she didn’t see how she was going to be tickled or tortured.
The tickling on her feet came and judging by the way the box moved the other girls were being tickled too. Sarah had seen the wheels and the bits of wood and tile keeping the box in place and guessed the box would soon be moved somewhere with four girl’s inside it. As she giggled at the strange new form of tickling the purpose of the strange tiny objects inside Sarah’s stockings suddenly became clear as the prefects’ hands started moving them around until they were spread out over her soft arches and positioned in between her toes. They were seeds, lots of tiny little seeds! Suddenly Sarah remembered the other girls talking about a device called ‘The Birdfeeder’, this was it! This was the birdfeeder!
Sarah began to struggle frantically as her toes were tied. The old socks were ripped and little strands of string tied around every toe using the cruelly positioned holes that had been carefully sewn up like button holes. Soon every toe was splayed out and Sarah’s feet twitched helplessly as the last of tickling faded away. After a few muffled words from her captors and some unfamiliar noises the entire wooden contraption started to move. The sensation was awful, Sarah hated travelling backwards almost as much as she hated her current confinement; she always sat facing forwards on trains and the nature of her confinement only added to her loathing as the box slowly rolled along on its caster wheels. The sensation of cold air on her hands told her the wooden contraption had been taken outside somehow, Sarah hadn’t noticed the shutters in the little room being too fixated on the many torture devices scattered around the room. She also determined from the way air felt on her trapped feet that some sort of roof had been attached to the device. Sarah’s memory brought up an image of a slanted roof attached to a box of wood and wire that had been lying to one side in the room, she guessed some of the unfamiliar noises had been the prefects adding it to the tower above the stocks. With a clunk the box dropped into little holes purposefully positioned in the concrete leaving the box standing just outside the headmistress’s window.
The cruel matriarch smiled as she looked out from enjoying a cup of tea and a crumpet. Four trapped soles were visible outside her window only to her and the prefects who readied themselves with applying the final touches to the cruel ordeal their victims would suffer. Claire and Jessica sprinkled a little birdseed on each of the girls’ upturned feet such that the birds would be attracted to the cruel device. Amy and Mary meanwhile took great delight in the more sadistic delivery of the many awful insects and beetles that had been trapped and contained in numerous little tubs and glass tubes. Sarah shrieked into her gag as the little hatches were opened and unseen hands began to fondle and grasp at her burlap dress.
“Enjoy your afternoon with the wrigglers!” Mary’s voice declared.
Suddenly Sarah went berserk, she hated having insects on her and even a fly landing on her hand made her flinch. Now a multitude of little legs tickled as the insects scurried and scuttled as they frantically explored their new habitat. Sarah’s skin crawled too as one of her new cell mates began climbing up the sensitive skin on the backs of her knees. Sarah screamed for her mother through her gag, she screamed for Claire to help her but no help came. Her itchy dress had holes through which the insects found her sensitive skin crawling over her belly and finding her armpits. It was when they crawled over her neck and face that Sarah really lost control, not that her frantic struggles did anything but delight the headmistress and three of her fours captors. The other girls suffered the same terrible torture each frantically trying to escape with the irrepressible instinct learnt from thousands of years. Jane suffered the worst as Mary, knowing she was arachnophobic placed three large spiders on her face and neck in full view of the desperate brunette.
The headmistress watched as the cruel contraption help firm, barely wobbling as its captives struggled within. She could see their hands and faces thanks to the slats and mirrors and cruelly sipped at her tea as the first of the birds arrived. Only small birds could make it through the wire grill built into the sides of the birdhouse’s roof. The first arrivals curiously cocked their heads at the scatter of seeds on each foot. Sarah shrieked as a small bird landed on her left heel, the feel of its sharp talons was bad enough but her panic went to the next level as it began to peck at the seeds held in the bowl of her arch. Sarah didn’t know it but the ultra-tough nylon stockings would protect her soles from harm as they translated each tickly sensation to her hyper-sensitive soles. After twenty minutes the bird seed on her socks was gone but the memory of food combined with the seeds the birds had noticed between her stockings and bare skin led to no respite for her and the other three girls. The worst thing about the ordeal was that it was utterly relentless, the birds never stopped and were utterly unpredictable and were the creepy crawlies that explored her body seeking out sweat and responding to her helpless twitches. Sarah could hear the muffled protests of the other girls echoing inside the boxed and guessed Jane muffled cries were;
“Get me out of here! Let me out of here!” repeated over and over again to no avail.
The birdfeeder was truly a nightmare and Sarah had no idea how long had passed before something scared away the birds. Taking this opportunity the headmistress rang a small bell to summon the prefect on duty who happened to be Claire.
“I think the birds deserve more seed” She explained to the seething brunette who tried to hide her emotions but could not meet her superior’s eye.
The cruel woman also took the opportunity to see what the prefects were doing with Anna who she had personally caught hiding in the abandoned part of the school that had been damaged during the Blitz. She knew the simple country girl’s large feet were none of those making a dinner plate for birds and she wanted to see that the lanky straw-haired oaf suffered a suitable punishment. She was not disappointed to find Anna still chained to the wall with the blondes tickling her underarms and Mary brutalising her ticklish tummy. Claire normally would have relished joining in but had felt so distressed at putting her little pet in the birdfeeder she had volunteered to wait on the headmistress instead. Anna meanwhile had been subdued by the impromptu tickling, she had allowed herself to be chained up hoping to avoid the birdfeeder and quietly been delighted one two victims were brought rather than one. The blondes had started by tickling her whilst Mary tried to persuade them to torture her in other ways that suited her cruel tastes. Eventually the great brute had settled upon giving the lanky girl’s tummy a good tickle with the odd slap. None of the three prefects had questioned why Claire volunteered to wait on the headmistress nor noticed how much time the sulking prefect had missed out on all the fun.
With Anna tickled to the point of exhaustion it wasn’t difficult for the four prefects to unchain her and prepare her for the rack. The headmistress had promised to let them test some new devices and suggested they start by stretching out their victim with the modified hose reels that clipped to the floor. Anna was secured to a padded bench that held her torso with leather straps whilst her head rested on a lower smaller table. Exhausted she tried to catch her breath as her wrist and ankles were secured in re-enforced leather cuffs attached to chains. The chains were tightened as the four prefects turned each hose reel until poor Anna was stretched out tight. Anna screamed into her gag as the blondes began tickling her feet and legs pulling away the beige cotton socks and starting to tear away the burlap torture gown she had been forced to wear. Anna was just about still clothed when the headmistress returned with her modified electric shoe cleaners and a box of tricks. Two small tables were placed near Anna’s feet to bear the cruel devices so the bristles could be positioned to exploit her ticklish feet. The devices were new to Mary and Claire but the blondes seemed strangely familiar with them and needed little prompting to understand how the toe-ties worked. Anna screamed as the evil spinning brushes started tormenting her arches. Claire marvelled at the cruelty of this modern tickle toy almost forgetting how badly her little dove must be suffering in the birdfeeder. Bored Mary ripped the last of Anna’s burlap dress away before delivering a stinging double handed drumming slap on Anna already pink tummy. Seeing how the poor girl’s nipples were engorged the headmistress decided to instruct her minions in the use of nipple clamps. Anna had long luscious nipples like Jessica so bulldog clips were used. Two slim chains were threaded through the metal ring attached to each clip and both ends of each secured to little rings in the ceiling this wasn’t one of the headmistress’s main torture rooms but she had the rings put in as it often served as a base for her weekend punishment sessions.
With Anna suffering terribly the headmistress sent Claire to sprinkle more seed on the birdfeeder, noticing the prefect’s hidden resentment the cruel woman made sure to watch that she sprinkled sufficient seed on all eight soles. In doing so she noticed the reason for the decline in bird’s visiting the cruel birdfeeder. A cat was stalking around the garden border nearby, scooping it up the headmistress recognised it as the one she had used to torture buried girls during previous weekend torture sessions. Almost any other woman would have been scratched bloody by the cat but the headmistress had a strange dominating presence that enabled her to confine the cat to a small room with a bowl of water. Other treats would await the animal but first the birds would torment the four girls visible out of her window.
The headmistress checked up on Anna from time to time over the next hour watching the prefects grow crueller and crueller. She gave them new tickle toys including feathers attached to pendulum and a foot powered wheel that were used to tease the poor girl’s womanhood that protruded just far enough from the padded bench to be vulnerable. The headmistress smiled as she watched the blondes set the same pendulum in motion that had been used to torture both of them a few days earlier; only this time the feathers were set at a 90°angle to the bar to account for Anna’s recumbent position. The lanky straw haired girl screamed as the pendulum rose and fell causing the two rows of feathers set in the top of the cruel device to rise and fall teasing the soft skin either side of Anna’s pussy where her thighs met her undercarriage. The prefects continued to torture the rest of Anna’s body mercilessly, loving how she screamed into her gag and turned red in the face. Claire took up a position tickling Anna’s arches under the modified electric shoe buffer that had been set to work on the lanky girl’s long toes that flexed desperately against the toe ties. The blondes took an armpit and side each whilst Mary brutally squeezed Anna’s hip and side and squeezed her thigh and knees that kicked in their helpless bondage, the muscles flexing and spasming against the rack. Things got worse for Anna when the feather wheel was introduced, it was powered by a foot pedal that could easily vary the speed of the already erratic wheel whilst its operator tickled Anna’s thighs or tummy. Like the pendulum the twin rows of soft feathers never touched her pussy directly causing her to become deeply aroused as she was tortured but never actually climax. The blonde’s took Claire’s place at Anna’s feet as the brunette prefect worked the wheel whilst tormenting the poor girl’s thighs. The prefects would change position now and then as each of the blondes wanted a turn powering the evil wheel, Mary continued to monopolise Anna’s upper body but grew tired and started to use lower power tickles on the poor girl’s underarms.
Around eleven in the morning the headmistress insisted the prefects stop torturing Anna and wrap her near unconscious body in burlap before letting her sleep a while in her itchy cocoon. After a few hours Anna awoke buried in the garden with only her feet and head poking out from the earth. The cat was rewarded with chicken grease that it licked from Anna’s soles, its raspy tongue driving the poor girl mad. What made Anna’s ordeal worse than the birdfeeder was that she woke up buried, gaged and blindfolded with an old bucket placed over her head. Anna had no idea whether or not she was dreaming as her soles were subsequently scrubbed, oiled and left to roast in the afternoon sun.
During Anna’s afternoon ordeal the four girls suffered relentlessly in the birdfeeder. There was something about feel of the tiny birds talons hopping around on their trapped feet that was maddening and even during the brief respites when no birds pecked on hopped around the insects still crawled over every inch of their skin. Sarah lost track of time as she sweltered and squirmed in the hot wooden box, her clever mind never stopped panicking as she identified caterpillars and beetles amongst her insidious cell mates, at least one had wings and would fly up to land on the sensitive skin on the backs of her outstretched kness. Each girl was delirious with torment as the relentless torture continued, around noon one of the prefects fed them some water from a tube that was passed into the corner of each girl’s mouth under the gag. It was just enough to stave off the de-hydrated delirium each victim was heading towards. A few hours later the box was lifted out of the ground with the use of four crow-bars. Sarah hoped her ordeal was over as the box was wheeled back inside. But this was not to be the end as the headmistress wanted all four girls to suffer all day long and knew it was necessary from previous applications of this torture that it was necessary to take a short break for a thin cold gruel to be fed to each victim through a pipe. Vicky begged as her gag was removed as did every other victim as each was fed in turn. There was no hope of clemency as their captors were closely monitored by the headmistress. It broke Claire’s heart as Sarah quietly sucked down the thin oat based drink that would give her enough energy not to pass out and keep suffering until sunset.
With the horrible box returned to its place the prefects were instructed to pay Anna a visit. The blondes took great delight in tickling her now rosy red soles, loving the way they struggled against their toes-ties that pulled each toe back to little wooden pegs. Anna’s large feet had been coated in a special oil that acted enough like sun cream but also heated up in the afternoon sun. Slowly it had transferred the heat to Anna’s soles making her too sensitive to walk and far too sensitive to stand the horrendous tickling the blondes delivered using their sharp nails as well as the pads of their fingertips. Mary’s turn was worse as she alternated between slapping Anna’s soles and tickling with her stubby fingers. Each slap made Anna more ticklish and by Claire’s shift she was a gibbering wreck mumbling nonsense into her gag. The headmistress stood over Claire and watched as she used a selection of hairbrushes on Anna’s hypertensive soles. She had noticed a new reluctance in the previously sadistic prefect and wanted to make sure that the quick-witted brunette wasn’t ‘going soft on her’.
As she tickled Claire swore she would find a way to make the headmistress suffer one day. True Claire liked to inflict a certain amount of tickle-torture, and on the whole the school was far better now than the dark days of Bess. Still as Claire thought of the torment her ‘little mouse’ was suffering at that moment in the birdfeeder she would have never tickled another girl again to just go to a normal school. In the birdfeeder Sarah continued to struggle; she scarcely had the energy to flinch but each insect touch or the unexpected contact from a bird’s talon or beak hit a deep evolutionary response it was impossible for her to ignore. Eventually she passed out, at least she surmised afterwards she did as she later had no memory of getting out of the awful box.
All of Sarah’s memories of St Catherine’s became muddled and confused over the years. From her first terrifying experience in the window of Mrs Green’s classroom to the moment news of ‘her release’ reached her. A few days after her ordeal in the birdfeeder her beloved magazine was found in a teacher’s cupboard at her old school along with six other issues. The teacher: a certain Mrs Glover was surmised to be responsible rather than Sarah. Sarah found out later that Mrs Glover was sent to a mental institution; but she never found out this ‘sanatorium’ was run by a friend of St Catherine’s headmistress where Mrs Glover was tickled night and day and eventually allowed to join in the fun and tickle other female inmates to her heart’s content.
Sarah could not go back to her old school upon being freed from St Catherine’s, however her father pulled some strings and got her into a different school. During the next few years Sarah excelled; being one of the first women in her class at Cambridge and securing jobs at that University and Oxford too, where stuffy old men saw past tradition to her intelligence and talent. Years later she was on track to become a professor of classics, or history and even dabbled in physics and mathematics. St Catherine’s seemed almost like a dream until one day when she was selecting her new maid to clean her study and private apartments and noticed a familiar name. In Sarah’s memories Claire varied, sometimes being a brunette and sometimes auburn. But upon the interview Sarah conducted over a decade later she could tell it was her.
“Have a seat please…” Sarah instructed in a dominant voice, putting down her book about the goddess Athena.
Her candidate obliged, looking around the room and wondering why she felt she had met this woman before
“Now would you mind placing your feet on that little stool, only remove your shoes first” Sarah instructed, her meek voice long gone.
“Miss?” Claire asked, her mind suddenly realising it must be a former girl from St. Catherine’s.
“Professor if you please…” Sarah corrected her applicant, certain it was the former prefect even with the ruse of ignorance.
Claire obliged and wiggled her toes in their stockings, thinking back to when her little pet did this for her in the breakfast hall of St Catherine’s.
‘But it couldn’t be…’ Claire thought to herself: ‘it must be a different girl I tickled, or just another fetishist’. Then she spotted the little smile and the twinkle in the eye she had seen when her little pet had revealed all those years ago she had ‘the spark’.
