It has been a couple of weeks for Laura paying back her debt to her neighboring sorority house. Weeks of showing off her feet, being available for them to tickle her poor feet as much as they want. It truly is traumatizing, and degrading, particularly because of how closed off she is, how ticklish her feet are and how private she is about her feet...it's really the body part that she wishes no one had to see....winter is her favorite month because she is normally able to just live in boots, and even when going over to friend's houses she would try her best to get her shoes very clean before entering so she isn't asked to take them off...she goes home after "foot sessions" with her neighbors truly traumatized...she does feel however it is awakening something in her that she doesn't fully understand or could have expected.
One day after an exhausting foot tickle session with Brooklyn at the sorority house, Laura catches her breath, laying on the couch sweating, as Brooklyn assists her out of her binds...."So, I have another request for you, lady." Laura sighs and softly grumbles "what else could there be??!" Brooklyn laughs "oh I have a few ideas in mind...the first one is pretty simple...I picked these up for you...." She pulls out a pair of black strappy sandals...something completely appropriate, very cute, but to Laura, it's like she's asking her to appear in a porno.... "What do you want me to do with these? Wear them around the house today? Could be worse, I guess...at least they are shoes." Brooklyn shakes her head... "no...I want you to wear these to work...I picked something that is perfectly work appropriate, so you won't get in trouble...but...I want your coworkers to see your feet." Laura gasps and drops the shoes at hearing this...she sort of "wakes up" from her sudden shocked trance and picks them up. "There's no way I could do that...My feet can't be shown at work. I won't be able to focus! I will feel like I'm doing a foot show for everyone!!" Brooklyn laughs at the ridiculousness. "Girl...these are totally business appropriate...you will be FINE! You will probably get compliments!" Laura sighs "That's what I'm afraid of." Laura, walks out of the sorority house, feeling a bit dejected on that Sunday afternoon. As she gets home, and prepares herself for the week, the "Sunday Scaries" are even more intense than usual...now not only does she have to deal with the anxiety of having her feet shown at work...what will people say? She is pretty certain that they are going to notice the change, considering even in the summer or at social outings she keeps her feet pretty protected and out of site.
She wakes up the next morning full of dread, feeling like what she is required to do is something that was a part of an awful dream, but her eyes catch her shoes in front of her bedroom mirror, so she knows it's all too real. She gets ready, wearing a pair of black dress pants, a black and white striped shirt, a black blazer and puts on the dreaded shoes. She stares at herself in the full length mirror, and her eyes shoot right to her feet. She can't imagine anyone seeing anything else.
As she walks to the car, Brooklyn and a few other girls stand in their front yard, hair up in a bun, in their jammies, barefoot, drinking their coffee, ensuring there is no cheating from their neighbor...they wave and tell her to have a great day.
She gets in the car and her anxiety is such that the routine drive to work is something she is not at all present for. She gets out of the car and makes her way to the office, praying no one sees her, and can avoid any conversation...she walks through the main part of the office, not saying "good morning" to anyone as she normally would, in order to at least get behind her desk without being seen.
Unfortunately, that was not in the cards for her. Her coworkers Sean and Gail were standing at the coffee machine, see her walk by and call out "oh Look who's here! Laura! how was your weekend!" She stops, basically only because she has to, turns to them as they turn the corner and gives a fake smile through her blushing face. "OH! oh! Fine! How re you." Gail does exactly what she was dreading....looks down, gasps and gushes over her shoes. "OH my GOD! I love your shoes!!! I don't think I've ever seen you wear sandals! They are fabulous" Sean doesn't have much to contribute to the conversation, but he nods along and drinks his coffee, staring at her feet, because they are the topic of conversation. "Oh... oh yeah...just trying something different I suppose" Laura says with great shyness, which is not like her, she wishes she could find a way to hide her feet, but they are in plain view. "No I love them! you should wear things like this more often! I don't know why you don't! You have really cute feet! has anyone ever told you that???" Gail gushes, way more than she would have expected...Laura starts to feel sweat run down the back of her neck, her breath quickens and she blushes more intensely. "Oh! no... I've I've never heard that!" Gail smiles, now crouching by her feet "oh yeah! it looks like you take really good care of them!" She sticks her finger out and playfully tickles the top of her toe "tickletickle!" she says...Laura is mortified, and it's something that is borderline inappropriate, given their relationship, but wouldn't dare report it to HR, she jumps back and says in a slightly frantic manner "Well, I better get going! Lots of work to do. Good morning to you both!" She rushes in her office, shuts the door and collapses at her desk with her head in her hands.
The next Saturday when Laura was trying to sleep in a bit, she heard a knock at her door....she looked out the window to see if she wanted to/needed to answer it...it was Brooklyn...good Lord, what could she want? There is an initial urge to just ignore her...but she knew they all knew she was home, and what punishment could be amped up just for not answering, so she decides to go see what she needs. She slips on her slippers, and makes her way down to the door, still wiping sleep from her eyes and running her fingers through her hair into her pajamas.
She opens the door, and Brookyln stands on her porch, also in short shorts, a tank top and her hair pulled up, she sort of in a fake shy manner simply says "hiiii Laura...good Morning." Laura's gut dropped wondering what the hell would she possibly be here for. "Hey Brooklyn. What can I do for you?" Brooklyn looks over at her dilapidated house and yarn, that was so starkly different from Laura's. So, I'm sure you've noticed that our house could use a little bit of love...right? We need to make some updates...and fixes, otherwise they will shut us down." Laura's mind races as to what nonsense she is going to be asked. The fears that runs through her head are "Can we swap houses?" "can you help us fix this?" "Can we loan some money from you?" What else could it possibly be? Brooklyn continues "So, we are going to do a FUNDRAISER! We are going to hold it all over the yard, people can come participate and pay for different stuff...We would LOVE to have your help with this!" This sounds like a much better proposition. She even gets a little excited. Maybe they want her expert opinion on how to make this happen. She asks "OH! ok! Well, I'm honored that you would ask me. What can I do to help?"
Brooklyn isn't ready to spring on her exactly what she has in mind...it's best that she is surprised. So she gives a vague response. "We would love to have you there to help with one of the exhibits. It will be fun, and I think you'll be great at it, and I'm just sure that with what you bring to the table in particular, we will get out of the whole we're currently in." Laura feels flattered, and like she's actually being shown some worth by these girls, and maybe she can be a mentor to them....no more of this foot nonsense...finally she's being utilized for her brain and not her feet or her ticklishness!. "I would be really honored to help you...whatever I can do. I have always wanted to find ways to give back, and even though you girls are a bit much...your sorority goes beyond just you, and you give back to the community in your own way. So yes...tell me when to show up, and I'll be there!"
Brooklyn is delighted to hear this, "Perfect! Thank you! show up at 10 am tomorrow, come to the back yard, and we'll show you what we need for you to do." The two of them share a smile and Brooklyn walks down the steps, giving a smile and a thumbs up to another girl that was visible but out of earshot, and the two of them ran home, with some giddiness.... Laura closed her door and went about her morning and day, at times looking out the window at the girls cleaning up the yard the best they could, setting up various silly carnival like attractions...but very low budget obviously...a beer pong game where you get a prize if you win... a kissing booth, and an attraction that was not visible to her...her curiosity piqued. She got up the next day and headed over, eager to help, and found Brooklyn in the front yard. "Hey! Good morning. So, I'm here! What do you need me to do?" Brooklyn practically jumps for joy seeing Laura show up. She lets out a little squeak and claps her hands together "oh perfect! come with me!" She excitedly takes her over to the exhibit that is not visible, and removes a sheet from it revealing a padded chair with ankle stocks in front of it. The stocks have fresh paint on them that say "THE LAUGHING STOCKS ''. They are wooden, clearly made probably recently by their frat boy friends, and have 2 ankle holes with foam paddle from a pool noodle. Laura's stomach drops. "What the actual fuck?" She thinks to herself and then looks at Brooklyn with a look of such disappointment. "What is this?" Brooklyn smiles at her. "So we are going to raise money...we expect a lot by letting people pay for a minute of tickling you in these laughing stocks!!!" Laura closes her eyes in absolute disbelief....you're kidding me right??? THIS is the value you think I bring to this??? THIS is how you think I can help you??? Brooklyn....what the FUCK?" Brooklyn says to her simply "I'm sorry....this is something I think that will work great....and all I can say is if you refuse I will give you something much...much worse." Deflated, Laura looks at the items on the chair...a skimpy outfit in sorority colors, toe rings, ankle bracelets. She sighs. "Where do I change?"
Laura is led back into the sorority house to an empty bedroom and changes. As she removes her clothes and neatly folds them and places them on the floor she takes a moment to stare at what she is being asked to put on and is revolted... How could anyone feel remotely comfortable in this? She puts on the tight fitting tank top, in sorority colors, the booty shorts, also with official sorority colors and symbols. She sees in front of her the two colors in nail polish, with a note that says "alternate fingers and toes". She is mortified. alternate!!!??? not all one color? and these bold colors??? how does she wear this with any sort of dignity...but she does as told, paints her fingers and toes in alternating blue and orange, waits a few minutes to allow them to dry and continues.
She looks at her shoes with longing, wishing she could at least appear with her feet covered, but knows that is not to be. She sees several toe rings and an ankle bracelet....she would NEVER dare to wear these, as she avoids anything that would draw attention to her feet, but, as instructed she puts them on, takes a deep breath and opens the door. She walks down the hall and down the stairs of the sorority, feeling incredibly on display, and she hasn't even been seen by anyone yet. She makes her way out to "the lawn" and gets applause from the sorority sisters. It feels so humiliating and exposing, even though these are the girls they already know and the fundraiser is not open for business. No one from the public is here...yet. She comes up on the stocks that look so damn intimidating.
She is invited to sit down in such a polite manner, as if sitting down would be some sort of relief to her. She slowly takes a seat, she is motioned to put her ankles in the lower part of the stocks, and she does, reluctantly....the stocks are closed on her, and she has never felt more trapped. The fact that she cannot even see her feet creates such anxiety...her heart races. Her wrists are also gently guided above her head, and her wrists are secured with soft cuffs. She tests to see just how trapped she is, trying to pull her arms down, and she notices she could probably put all of her weight on these cuffs and she would still be trapped, and her wrists would hurt, so best not to fight. Brookyn, as if this was truly a volunteer situation, thanks Laura. "Laura, we are so happy you are being so supportive of our sorority. We really appreciate this, and are confident that we will raise so much money because of your efforts...well shouldn't say efforts...haha." Brooklyn pulls out her phone, and starts recording, going on "facebook live" on the Sorority's page, and focuses on Laura in her vulnerable position, and narrates what's about to happen, encouraging people to visit the house. "Hey all, it's Brooklyn!! I have our very helpful neighbor, Laura here, and she has so generously donated her time to help us with this fundraiser! You can see she is in QUITE a pickle here...she's not going anywhere all afternoon...so if you want to stop by, $10 gets you a minute of tickling her wherever you want! You can get her feet, you can get her tummy, her sides, her underarms...let me assure you, she is ticklish EVERYWHERE, and she won't fight back! So come on down, we have a lot of other fun games,we'll be having a DJ and food trucks later, but we'll get started in about 10 minutes. Hope to see you here!" She goes off of facebook live, and notices she has way more views on this video and reactions than she normally would get...are there people that are actually "into" tickling, or is this just such an interesting "out there" way to fundraise that assuming Laura is all for it, they are willing to pay and contribute if she's willing to put herself in that situation.... She reminds Laura to put on a happy face and make sure she doesn't make anyone think they are hurting her...the success of the event will determine rewards vs punishments in the future.
Within minutes, a flood of students from other frats and sororities, students not in Greek life, students that have never been to this house start making their way down the street and start lining up. It's clear why they are there. They start sort of milling about, trying to make it seem like they are interested in everything that is there, but all seem to make their way, and form a line at the sign that says "The laughing stocks". Brooklyn welcomes them, makes an announcement about what the cost is, that they will be timed for a minute, and if they want to get another shot, they have to get in the back of the line, and pay again, and then she "opens up" the line to the first batch of students.
The first girl, Jenny excitedly comes up..she seems to have no issue showing her excitement to be participating in this...it's like her kinkiness is being celebrated...She walks up to Laura, pays her $10, gives Laura a polite "Hi... thanks for supporting our school!! umm. are you actually ticklish on your feet?" Laura forces a fake smile and nods. Jenny sort of jumps for joy and waits for her "GO" from Brooklyn. She gets it and the timer starts. She reaches down and starts immediately scribbling her long nails on the balls of Laura's feet. She immediately starts bouncing in her seat, puts her head down, closes her eyes, wiggles, tries her best to prevent herself from busting out in hysterical laughter. her feet shake from side to side as she snickers quietly, clamping her eyes shut, but it's clear that like a volcano she will explode soon. After not too many seconds, Laura reflexively throws her head back, squeals and cackles...staring at what she can manage to see of her feet, which is nothing, lurches forward and lets out a flurry of laughs and giggles as there is an eruption of cheers and applause from those in line, almost to say "we got her!" The energy of the crowd becomes more ignited as for a full minute, she endures brutal foot tickling to Jenny's delight. Thrashing from side to side, this is something she is not built for...she is far too sensitive for this restrained torture...the timer goes off and Jenny politely stops and says "thank you, pays again and gets to the back of the line. Laura catches her breath for a second, but doesn't have long.
The quick break that she had to breathe was short, and the ones for the next hour would be just as short. Laura looked in front of her , and there was a long line of interested people with money in their hand...this was something so novel...you really don't see something like this outside a fetish convention...actually being able to tickle another person...an attractive person...a restrained, willing attractive person, and the money goes for a good cause? It really brought out people that may have been getting a lot more sexually excited than they should for this, but this was their opportunity, and they could excuse it as a "way to donate to a good cause", similar to a dunk tank at a fair. She started to have not only students, but people who lived nearby in the line. A young couple paid their $10 each, and got to do their rounds together...each getting a minute, so 2 minutes if they wanted to go after her together...and that's exactly what they did. The guy in relationship went behind her, and gently poked her underarms, which got a jolt and a giggle from her, confirming she's ticklish there, he also before it was officially time to start gently poked her sides and she doubled over in giggles. This was great, because it gave everyone else in line pertinent ticklishness information on her that they could use without testing her. He decided to take her upper body, while his wife decided to focus on her feet. The wife knelt in front of her feet waiting for the "ok" to start. They both got it and they both "went to town on her" The wife, started scribbling on her soles, focusing on the bottom half of her feet by her heels, she immediately turned into a giggly puddle, slumping down, while her feet are discovered by this new tickler, the husband starts massaging her underarms, which causes her to jolt up, sitting straight throwing her head back and letting out a loud and desperate laugh...not able to focus on one particular feeling she is being subjected to...the husband says to the wife. "see? armpit massages are ticklish for everyone!" he winks, and the wife reacts without words, but looks at him as if to say "well, duh...you're so evil". They get Laura to a climax of ticklish reactions and she screams for them to stop, which of course they don't until the timer goes off, and they go about their business stopping, as if it is just one of many attractions at a fair, thinking nothing of it.
Laura's face is red as she throws her head back, closes her eyes for a second and takes a deep breath, trying to regain composure...she looks in front of her at the several people for some reason waiting for this...she can't hep but feel like the prey to so many predators...feeling extremely vulnerable and feeling far more ticklish than she remembers from previous tickles...for some reason today, and maybe because she is so on display, she feels highly sensitive. She doesn't know how she missed this...maybe it's because she didn't want to see the faces of those that would be tickling her, so she tried to avoid making eye contact, but next in line are her coworkers Sean and Gail. She is mortified. "Ummm... what??? What are you doing here???" There is no way she can explain to them why she is in this position. Gail laughs, doing a double take, and realizing it's Laura, their very uptight, serious coworker of many years. "What are we doing here? What are YOU doing here?" They both laugh...she must come up with something "oh...I live next door...It's for a good cause. I asked how I could help, and ...this is what they assigned me." She rolls her eyes as if it was as simple as that. Sean looks at Gail.. "well....if it's for a good cause, should we? How does this work?" They pay their money and it's explained to them what they get for it, then Gail gasps. "Oh THIS would be great for our company facebook group. Sean, Sean...record me! This is just hilarious." Sean loves that idea and pulls out his phone. and starts recording, this prompts others in line to go along with that idea, pulling out their phone, some going on instagram live, some going on facebook live, not knowing at the time, but just doing that brings more and more people to the event. They have no idea the amount of money they are directly responsible for by recording what happens next.
As Sean takes video and smiles, others do the same, those waiting in line as well as other sorority sisters smile and point their phones directly at Laura, as she feels as if these are all mini spotlights on her. She braces herself as Gail walks towards her, playfully wiggling her fingers towards Laura's exposed sides. Laura tries to pull her arms down to defend herself, but it's no use. It feels incredibly awkward to be dressed like this, and in such a position of lack of power with Gail...She hates to think about how she will be viewed in the office going forward. As Gail wriggles her fingers into Laura's side, she snickers and explodes in full giggles, and thrashes from side to side. A yelp is released when her underarms are involved...Sean hands his phone to someone else in line. "Here hold this, I need to help." He attacks her feet...both feet in the stocks with both of his hands as Laura thrashes and screams and cackles desperately...trying her very best to withstand the duration of the tickling with some dignity, but it has completely gone. She screams and begs for them to stop as they go a few seconds after the timer....She catches her breath as they step out of line and edit and post their videos.
Laura was completely exhausted by this point...she had a slew of more participants take their turn, and noticed the line dwindling.. Her abs were tight and hurting from laughing so much, her feet and other tickled body parts were feeling a little raw and tired, one of the sorority girls rang a cowbell to get everyone's attention. "Attention everyone! Thank you SO much for coming today...continue to enjoy the fun, but I want to announce that we've HIT OUR GOAL! Not only that, but we've exceeded it!!! The most money was made from the LAUGHING STOCKS! Thanks so much Laura for your support! We'll finally let you out so you can go change...I'm sure you all can agree how hard this probably was for her...she's pretty darn ticklish...so lets give her a round of applause." There is a round of applause from all in the yard, as she is unlocked, given a bottle of water and invited to head inside the house. She breathes a sigh of relief as she shyly waves at everyone attending the fundraiser and makes her way inside.
She walks upstairs to the open room where she was able to store her clothes so she can change and finally relax for the rest of the night as she wipes laughter induced tears from her eyes. She makes her way in the room, and as she goes to close the door, she sees Brooklyn standing in the doorway, with a smile, but also a look of hunger in her eyes. "Can I help you?" Laura asks.
Brooklyn sort of invites herself in the room, slowly and makes herself at home, not allowing Laura to get changed...she sort of asks her how the day went, and Laura talked about how difficult it was to withstand all of the tickling...but finds that after all of the laughter and sweating she feels like she just went for a run. Brooklyn is someone who can read people pretty well, and notices during the conversation, Lara starts to become flushed. She also notices, particularly when Laura talks about getting her feet tickled her breathing changes a bit, and her nipples get hard, visible through her shirt. It being a nice, warm day, Brooklyn knows this can't be due to her being cold....she's bold and comes right out and asks...in a quiet voice, to try to build trust, and maybe get real information out of her. "Laura, are you...are you excited." Laura gasps in surprise at this question...something she hadn't actually considered yet, but as she considers it, she has to be honest. Being excited by being tickled feels so...."wrong", and she wants to deny it, but admits. "I'm not saying I want to do this again, if that's what you're asking, and I am also not saying I *enjoyed* today, but I don't think I can deny the fact that something is going on inside me...I definitely am....excited...a little aroused...is that normal?" Brooklyn smiles and shrugs in a non judgemental manner. "that's up to you...but I think if you're remotely excited, I can get you..overwhelmed in arousal...through tickling." She slowly walks to Laura in the room with just a hint of sunlight spilling through, but otherwise, the lights are out. Just hearing the word tickling and having Brooklyn enter her personal space, Laura is suddenly on edge, on defense, her senses are on fire...particularly sharpened by the lack of light...Brooklyn stands a few inches in front of Laura and lightly traces her fingertips on the backs of both of her bare arms, causing goosebumps and Laura's knees sort of buckle and she giggles softly "No...do'ohohon't." Brooklyn gently hugs her and whispers softly in her ear. "I think I know what you'll like...just me take charge...this is for you." Just the warm breath on her neck immediately sends tickles inside her and arouses her...she can't believe she's complying, but she quietly says "ok."
Brooklyn, being younger than Laura, it seemed a bit different to have her be so much in charge, really understanding what she's doing, and the power dynamic of college student vs lawyer and the more dominant and submissive nature of both of them in this moment was not lost on Laura. "Lay on the bed... on your tummy." Laura thinks for a second and complies, still in her "outfit" for the "laughing stocks". Brooklyn climbs on the bed, sits on one of Laura's ankles, and very gently starts stroking her toes. Laura bolts up onto her elbows, and and as quiet as she can whispers "nooohohohoho" through desperate laughs. Brooklyn quietly says while she turns her head "no worries, this won't be torture...just relax and take it." Laura, not understanding why she is, complies...lays her head down on the pillow, and the second Brooklyn starts playing with her toes again she, buries her face into the pillow. which muffles her high pitched, desperate, but joyful giggles. she starts to find this extremely arousing, and can't explain why...she's never had this sort of attention paid to her feet and notices herself getting so wet and horny as Brooklyn explores her arches and soles with her fingernails...so softly and almost with love, as this happens, Laura, without noticing starts pushing her hips into the mattress of the bed, pushing, pushing, she puts a pillow between her legs the feeling of gentle, ticklish fingers on her feet are so orgasmic, she can't believe it's happening, but as she does this, and feels the intensity of ticklish, soft fingertips on her feet, she screams into the pillow "I'M CUMMING I'm CUMMING I'M CUMMING!!!" Brooklyn thought this would be the case...and now beyond the fear of tickle torture, Laura has found another way to press her sexual buttons...Brooklyn leaves the room, closing the door so Laura has privacy...she takes a quick nap...and then later pleasures herself to the feelings she just experienced.
One day after an exhausting foot tickle session with Brooklyn at the sorority house, Laura catches her breath, laying on the couch sweating, as Brooklyn assists her out of her binds...."So, I have another request for you, lady." Laura sighs and softly grumbles "what else could there be??!" Brooklyn laughs "oh I have a few ideas in mind...the first one is pretty simple...I picked these up for you...." She pulls out a pair of black strappy sandals...something completely appropriate, very cute, but to Laura, it's like she's asking her to appear in a porno.... "What do you want me to do with these? Wear them around the house today? Could be worse, I guess...at least they are shoes." Brooklyn shakes her head... "no...I want you to wear these to work...I picked something that is perfectly work appropriate, so you won't get in trouble...but...I want your coworkers to see your feet." Laura gasps and drops the shoes at hearing this...she sort of "wakes up" from her sudden shocked trance and picks them up. "There's no way I could do that...My feet can't be shown at work. I won't be able to focus! I will feel like I'm doing a foot show for everyone!!" Brooklyn laughs at the ridiculousness. "Girl...these are totally business appropriate...you will be FINE! You will probably get compliments!" Laura sighs "That's what I'm afraid of." Laura, walks out of the sorority house, feeling a bit dejected on that Sunday afternoon. As she gets home, and prepares herself for the week, the "Sunday Scaries" are even more intense than usual...now not only does she have to deal with the anxiety of having her feet shown at work...what will people say? She is pretty certain that they are going to notice the change, considering even in the summer or at social outings she keeps her feet pretty protected and out of site.
She wakes up the next morning full of dread, feeling like what she is required to do is something that was a part of an awful dream, but her eyes catch her shoes in front of her bedroom mirror, so she knows it's all too real. She gets ready, wearing a pair of black dress pants, a black and white striped shirt, a black blazer and puts on the dreaded shoes. She stares at herself in the full length mirror, and her eyes shoot right to her feet. She can't imagine anyone seeing anything else.
As she walks to the car, Brooklyn and a few other girls stand in their front yard, hair up in a bun, in their jammies, barefoot, drinking their coffee, ensuring there is no cheating from their neighbor...they wave and tell her to have a great day.
She gets in the car and her anxiety is such that the routine drive to work is something she is not at all present for. She gets out of the car and makes her way to the office, praying no one sees her, and can avoid any conversation...she walks through the main part of the office, not saying "good morning" to anyone as she normally would, in order to at least get behind her desk without being seen.
Unfortunately, that was not in the cards for her. Her coworkers Sean and Gail were standing at the coffee machine, see her walk by and call out "oh Look who's here! Laura! how was your weekend!" She stops, basically only because she has to, turns to them as they turn the corner and gives a fake smile through her blushing face. "OH! oh! Fine! How re you." Gail does exactly what she was dreading....looks down, gasps and gushes over her shoes. "OH my GOD! I love your shoes!!! I don't think I've ever seen you wear sandals! They are fabulous" Sean doesn't have much to contribute to the conversation, but he nods along and drinks his coffee, staring at her feet, because they are the topic of conversation. "Oh... oh yeah...just trying something different I suppose" Laura says with great shyness, which is not like her, she wishes she could find a way to hide her feet, but they are in plain view. "No I love them! you should wear things like this more often! I don't know why you don't! You have really cute feet! has anyone ever told you that???" Gail gushes, way more than she would have expected...Laura starts to feel sweat run down the back of her neck, her breath quickens and she blushes more intensely. "Oh! no... I've I've never heard that!" Gail smiles, now crouching by her feet "oh yeah! it looks like you take really good care of them!" She sticks her finger out and playfully tickles the top of her toe "tickletickle!" she says...Laura is mortified, and it's something that is borderline inappropriate, given their relationship, but wouldn't dare report it to HR, she jumps back and says in a slightly frantic manner "Well, I better get going! Lots of work to do. Good morning to you both!" She rushes in her office, shuts the door and collapses at her desk with her head in her hands.
The next Saturday when Laura was trying to sleep in a bit, she heard a knock at her door....she looked out the window to see if she wanted to/needed to answer it...it was Brooklyn...good Lord, what could she want? There is an initial urge to just ignore her...but she knew they all knew she was home, and what punishment could be amped up just for not answering, so she decides to go see what she needs. She slips on her slippers, and makes her way down to the door, still wiping sleep from her eyes and running her fingers through her hair into her pajamas.
She opens the door, and Brookyln stands on her porch, also in short shorts, a tank top and her hair pulled up, she sort of in a fake shy manner simply says "hiiii Laura...good Morning." Laura's gut dropped wondering what the hell would she possibly be here for. "Hey Brooklyn. What can I do for you?" Brooklyn looks over at her dilapidated house and yarn, that was so starkly different from Laura's. So, I'm sure you've noticed that our house could use a little bit of love...right? We need to make some updates...and fixes, otherwise they will shut us down." Laura's mind races as to what nonsense she is going to be asked. The fears that runs through her head are "Can we swap houses?" "can you help us fix this?" "Can we loan some money from you?" What else could it possibly be? Brooklyn continues "So, we are going to do a FUNDRAISER! We are going to hold it all over the yard, people can come participate and pay for different stuff...We would LOVE to have your help with this!" This sounds like a much better proposition. She even gets a little excited. Maybe they want her expert opinion on how to make this happen. She asks "OH! ok! Well, I'm honored that you would ask me. What can I do to help?"
Brooklyn isn't ready to spring on her exactly what she has in mind...it's best that she is surprised. So she gives a vague response. "We would love to have you there to help with one of the exhibits. It will be fun, and I think you'll be great at it, and I'm just sure that with what you bring to the table in particular, we will get out of the whole we're currently in." Laura feels flattered, and like she's actually being shown some worth by these girls, and maybe she can be a mentor to them....no more of this foot nonsense...finally she's being utilized for her brain and not her feet or her ticklishness!. "I would be really honored to help you...whatever I can do. I have always wanted to find ways to give back, and even though you girls are a bit much...your sorority goes beyond just you, and you give back to the community in your own way. So yes...tell me when to show up, and I'll be there!"
Brooklyn is delighted to hear this, "Perfect! Thank you! show up at 10 am tomorrow, come to the back yard, and we'll show you what we need for you to do." The two of them share a smile and Brooklyn walks down the steps, giving a smile and a thumbs up to another girl that was visible but out of earshot, and the two of them ran home, with some giddiness.... Laura closed her door and went about her morning and day, at times looking out the window at the girls cleaning up the yard the best they could, setting up various silly carnival like attractions...but very low budget obviously...a beer pong game where you get a prize if you win... a kissing booth, and an attraction that was not visible to her...her curiosity piqued. She got up the next day and headed over, eager to help, and found Brooklyn in the front yard. "Hey! Good morning. So, I'm here! What do you need me to do?" Brooklyn practically jumps for joy seeing Laura show up. She lets out a little squeak and claps her hands together "oh perfect! come with me!" She excitedly takes her over to the exhibit that is not visible, and removes a sheet from it revealing a padded chair with ankle stocks in front of it. The stocks have fresh paint on them that say "THE LAUGHING STOCKS ''. They are wooden, clearly made probably recently by their frat boy friends, and have 2 ankle holes with foam paddle from a pool noodle. Laura's stomach drops. "What the actual fuck?" She thinks to herself and then looks at Brooklyn with a look of such disappointment. "What is this?" Brooklyn smiles at her. "So we are going to raise money...we expect a lot by letting people pay for a minute of tickling you in these laughing stocks!!!" Laura closes her eyes in absolute disbelief....you're kidding me right??? THIS is the value you think I bring to this??? THIS is how you think I can help you??? Brooklyn....what the FUCK?" Brooklyn says to her simply "I'm sorry....this is something I think that will work great....and all I can say is if you refuse I will give you something much...much worse." Deflated, Laura looks at the items on the chair...a skimpy outfit in sorority colors, toe rings, ankle bracelets. She sighs. "Where do I change?"
Laura is led back into the sorority house to an empty bedroom and changes. As she removes her clothes and neatly folds them and places them on the floor she takes a moment to stare at what she is being asked to put on and is revolted... How could anyone feel remotely comfortable in this? She puts on the tight fitting tank top, in sorority colors, the booty shorts, also with official sorority colors and symbols. She sees in front of her the two colors in nail polish, with a note that says "alternate fingers and toes". She is mortified. alternate!!!??? not all one color? and these bold colors??? how does she wear this with any sort of dignity...but she does as told, paints her fingers and toes in alternating blue and orange, waits a few minutes to allow them to dry and continues.
She looks at her shoes with longing, wishing she could at least appear with her feet covered, but knows that is not to be. She sees several toe rings and an ankle bracelet....she would NEVER dare to wear these, as she avoids anything that would draw attention to her feet, but, as instructed she puts them on, takes a deep breath and opens the door. She walks down the hall and down the stairs of the sorority, feeling incredibly on display, and she hasn't even been seen by anyone yet. She makes her way out to "the lawn" and gets applause from the sorority sisters. It feels so humiliating and exposing, even though these are the girls they already know and the fundraiser is not open for business. No one from the public is here...yet. She comes up on the stocks that look so damn intimidating.
She is invited to sit down in such a polite manner, as if sitting down would be some sort of relief to her. She slowly takes a seat, she is motioned to put her ankles in the lower part of the stocks, and she does, reluctantly....the stocks are closed on her, and she has never felt more trapped. The fact that she cannot even see her feet creates such anxiety...her heart races. Her wrists are also gently guided above her head, and her wrists are secured with soft cuffs. She tests to see just how trapped she is, trying to pull her arms down, and she notices she could probably put all of her weight on these cuffs and she would still be trapped, and her wrists would hurt, so best not to fight. Brookyn, as if this was truly a volunteer situation, thanks Laura. "Laura, we are so happy you are being so supportive of our sorority. We really appreciate this, and are confident that we will raise so much money because of your efforts...well shouldn't say efforts...haha." Brooklyn pulls out her phone, and starts recording, going on "facebook live" on the Sorority's page, and focuses on Laura in her vulnerable position, and narrates what's about to happen, encouraging people to visit the house. "Hey all, it's Brooklyn!! I have our very helpful neighbor, Laura here, and she has so generously donated her time to help us with this fundraiser! You can see she is in QUITE a pickle here...she's not going anywhere all afternoon...so if you want to stop by, $10 gets you a minute of tickling her wherever you want! You can get her feet, you can get her tummy, her sides, her underarms...let me assure you, she is ticklish EVERYWHERE, and she won't fight back! So come on down, we have a lot of other fun games,we'll be having a DJ and food trucks later, but we'll get started in about 10 minutes. Hope to see you here!" She goes off of facebook live, and notices she has way more views on this video and reactions than she normally would get...are there people that are actually "into" tickling, or is this just such an interesting "out there" way to fundraise that assuming Laura is all for it, they are willing to pay and contribute if she's willing to put herself in that situation.... She reminds Laura to put on a happy face and make sure she doesn't make anyone think they are hurting her...the success of the event will determine rewards vs punishments in the future.
Within minutes, a flood of students from other frats and sororities, students not in Greek life, students that have never been to this house start making their way down the street and start lining up. It's clear why they are there. They start sort of milling about, trying to make it seem like they are interested in everything that is there, but all seem to make their way, and form a line at the sign that says "The laughing stocks". Brooklyn welcomes them, makes an announcement about what the cost is, that they will be timed for a minute, and if they want to get another shot, they have to get in the back of the line, and pay again, and then she "opens up" the line to the first batch of students.
The first girl, Jenny excitedly comes up..she seems to have no issue showing her excitement to be participating in this...it's like her kinkiness is being celebrated...She walks up to Laura, pays her $10, gives Laura a polite "Hi... thanks for supporting our school!! umm. are you actually ticklish on your feet?" Laura forces a fake smile and nods. Jenny sort of jumps for joy and waits for her "GO" from Brooklyn. She gets it and the timer starts. She reaches down and starts immediately scribbling her long nails on the balls of Laura's feet. She immediately starts bouncing in her seat, puts her head down, closes her eyes, wiggles, tries her best to prevent herself from busting out in hysterical laughter. her feet shake from side to side as she snickers quietly, clamping her eyes shut, but it's clear that like a volcano she will explode soon. After not too many seconds, Laura reflexively throws her head back, squeals and cackles...staring at what she can manage to see of her feet, which is nothing, lurches forward and lets out a flurry of laughs and giggles as there is an eruption of cheers and applause from those in line, almost to say "we got her!" The energy of the crowd becomes more ignited as for a full minute, she endures brutal foot tickling to Jenny's delight. Thrashing from side to side, this is something she is not built for...she is far too sensitive for this restrained torture...the timer goes off and Jenny politely stops and says "thank you, pays again and gets to the back of the line. Laura catches her breath for a second, but doesn't have long.
The quick break that she had to breathe was short, and the ones for the next hour would be just as short. Laura looked in front of her , and there was a long line of interested people with money in their hand...this was something so novel...you really don't see something like this outside a fetish convention...actually being able to tickle another person...an attractive person...a restrained, willing attractive person, and the money goes for a good cause? It really brought out people that may have been getting a lot more sexually excited than they should for this, but this was their opportunity, and they could excuse it as a "way to donate to a good cause", similar to a dunk tank at a fair. She started to have not only students, but people who lived nearby in the line. A young couple paid their $10 each, and got to do their rounds together...each getting a minute, so 2 minutes if they wanted to go after her together...and that's exactly what they did. The guy in relationship went behind her, and gently poked her underarms, which got a jolt and a giggle from her, confirming she's ticklish there, he also before it was officially time to start gently poked her sides and she doubled over in giggles. This was great, because it gave everyone else in line pertinent ticklishness information on her that they could use without testing her. He decided to take her upper body, while his wife decided to focus on her feet. The wife knelt in front of her feet waiting for the "ok" to start. They both got it and they both "went to town on her" The wife, started scribbling on her soles, focusing on the bottom half of her feet by her heels, she immediately turned into a giggly puddle, slumping down, while her feet are discovered by this new tickler, the husband starts massaging her underarms, which causes her to jolt up, sitting straight throwing her head back and letting out a loud and desperate laugh...not able to focus on one particular feeling she is being subjected to...the husband says to the wife. "see? armpit massages are ticklish for everyone!" he winks, and the wife reacts without words, but looks at him as if to say "well, duh...you're so evil". They get Laura to a climax of ticklish reactions and she screams for them to stop, which of course they don't until the timer goes off, and they go about their business stopping, as if it is just one of many attractions at a fair, thinking nothing of it.
Laura's face is red as she throws her head back, closes her eyes for a second and takes a deep breath, trying to regain composure...she looks in front of her at the several people for some reason waiting for this...she can't hep but feel like the prey to so many predators...feeling extremely vulnerable and feeling far more ticklish than she remembers from previous tickles...for some reason today, and maybe because she is so on display, she feels highly sensitive. She doesn't know how she missed this...maybe it's because she didn't want to see the faces of those that would be tickling her, so she tried to avoid making eye contact, but next in line are her coworkers Sean and Gail. She is mortified. "Ummm... what??? What are you doing here???" There is no way she can explain to them why she is in this position. Gail laughs, doing a double take, and realizing it's Laura, their very uptight, serious coworker of many years. "What are we doing here? What are YOU doing here?" They both laugh...she must come up with something "oh...I live next door...It's for a good cause. I asked how I could help, and ...this is what they assigned me." She rolls her eyes as if it was as simple as that. Sean looks at Gail.. "well....if it's for a good cause, should we? How does this work?" They pay their money and it's explained to them what they get for it, then Gail gasps. "Oh THIS would be great for our company facebook group. Sean, Sean...record me! This is just hilarious." Sean loves that idea and pulls out his phone. and starts recording, this prompts others in line to go along with that idea, pulling out their phone, some going on instagram live, some going on facebook live, not knowing at the time, but just doing that brings more and more people to the event. They have no idea the amount of money they are directly responsible for by recording what happens next.
As Sean takes video and smiles, others do the same, those waiting in line as well as other sorority sisters smile and point their phones directly at Laura, as she feels as if these are all mini spotlights on her. She braces herself as Gail walks towards her, playfully wiggling her fingers towards Laura's exposed sides. Laura tries to pull her arms down to defend herself, but it's no use. It feels incredibly awkward to be dressed like this, and in such a position of lack of power with Gail...She hates to think about how she will be viewed in the office going forward. As Gail wriggles her fingers into Laura's side, she snickers and explodes in full giggles, and thrashes from side to side. A yelp is released when her underarms are involved...Sean hands his phone to someone else in line. "Here hold this, I need to help." He attacks her feet...both feet in the stocks with both of his hands as Laura thrashes and screams and cackles desperately...trying her very best to withstand the duration of the tickling with some dignity, but it has completely gone. She screams and begs for them to stop as they go a few seconds after the timer....She catches her breath as they step out of line and edit and post their videos.
Laura was completely exhausted by this point...she had a slew of more participants take their turn, and noticed the line dwindling.. Her abs were tight and hurting from laughing so much, her feet and other tickled body parts were feeling a little raw and tired, one of the sorority girls rang a cowbell to get everyone's attention. "Attention everyone! Thank you SO much for coming today...continue to enjoy the fun, but I want to announce that we've HIT OUR GOAL! Not only that, but we've exceeded it!!! The most money was made from the LAUGHING STOCKS! Thanks so much Laura for your support! We'll finally let you out so you can go change...I'm sure you all can agree how hard this probably was for her...she's pretty darn ticklish...so lets give her a round of applause." There is a round of applause from all in the yard, as she is unlocked, given a bottle of water and invited to head inside the house. She breathes a sigh of relief as she shyly waves at everyone attending the fundraiser and makes her way inside.
She walks upstairs to the open room where she was able to store her clothes so she can change and finally relax for the rest of the night as she wipes laughter induced tears from her eyes. She makes her way in the room, and as she goes to close the door, she sees Brooklyn standing in the doorway, with a smile, but also a look of hunger in her eyes. "Can I help you?" Laura asks.
Brooklyn sort of invites herself in the room, slowly and makes herself at home, not allowing Laura to get changed...she sort of asks her how the day went, and Laura talked about how difficult it was to withstand all of the tickling...but finds that after all of the laughter and sweating she feels like she just went for a run. Brooklyn is someone who can read people pretty well, and notices during the conversation, Lara starts to become flushed. She also notices, particularly when Laura talks about getting her feet tickled her breathing changes a bit, and her nipples get hard, visible through her shirt. It being a nice, warm day, Brooklyn knows this can't be due to her being cold....she's bold and comes right out and asks...in a quiet voice, to try to build trust, and maybe get real information out of her. "Laura, are you...are you excited." Laura gasps in surprise at this question...something she hadn't actually considered yet, but as she considers it, she has to be honest. Being excited by being tickled feels so...."wrong", and she wants to deny it, but admits. "I'm not saying I want to do this again, if that's what you're asking, and I am also not saying I *enjoyed* today, but I don't think I can deny the fact that something is going on inside me...I definitely am....excited...a little aroused...is that normal?" Brooklyn smiles and shrugs in a non judgemental manner. "that's up to you...but I think if you're remotely excited, I can get you..overwhelmed in arousal...through tickling." She slowly walks to Laura in the room with just a hint of sunlight spilling through, but otherwise, the lights are out. Just hearing the word tickling and having Brooklyn enter her personal space, Laura is suddenly on edge, on defense, her senses are on fire...particularly sharpened by the lack of light...Brooklyn stands a few inches in front of Laura and lightly traces her fingertips on the backs of both of her bare arms, causing goosebumps and Laura's knees sort of buckle and she giggles softly "No...do'ohohon't." Brooklyn gently hugs her and whispers softly in her ear. "I think I know what you'll like...just me take charge...this is for you." Just the warm breath on her neck immediately sends tickles inside her and arouses her...she can't believe she's complying, but she quietly says "ok."
Brooklyn, being younger than Laura, it seemed a bit different to have her be so much in charge, really understanding what she's doing, and the power dynamic of college student vs lawyer and the more dominant and submissive nature of both of them in this moment was not lost on Laura. "Lay on the bed... on your tummy." Laura thinks for a second and complies, still in her "outfit" for the "laughing stocks". Brooklyn climbs on the bed, sits on one of Laura's ankles, and very gently starts stroking her toes. Laura bolts up onto her elbows, and and as quiet as she can whispers "nooohohohoho" through desperate laughs. Brooklyn quietly says while she turns her head "no worries, this won't be torture...just relax and take it." Laura, not understanding why she is, complies...lays her head down on the pillow, and the second Brooklyn starts playing with her toes again she, buries her face into the pillow. which muffles her high pitched, desperate, but joyful giggles. she starts to find this extremely arousing, and can't explain why...she's never had this sort of attention paid to her feet and notices herself getting so wet and horny as Brooklyn explores her arches and soles with her fingernails...so softly and almost with love, as this happens, Laura, without noticing starts pushing her hips into the mattress of the bed, pushing, pushing, she puts a pillow between her legs the feeling of gentle, ticklish fingers on her feet are so orgasmic, she can't believe it's happening, but as she does this, and feels the intensity of ticklish, soft fingertips on her feet, she screams into the pillow "I'M CUMMING I'm CUMMING I'M CUMMING!!!" Brooklyn thought this would be the case...and now beyond the fear of tickle torture, Laura has found another way to press her sexual buttons...Brooklyn leaves the room, closing the door so Laura has privacy...she takes a quick nap...and then later pleasures herself to the feelings she just experienced.
This is a fine series. 
