Weapon X
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Okay I finally got some time to get this final part up.
There’s some pic's of my girlfriend at the bottom for reference.
It was just me and my girlfriend Beth in the house, her sister had to work and we were just sitting around watching tv. Beth is 5'9, with brown eyes, at this time she had shoulder length black hair, and size 11 feet. She was wearing a blue shirt with tight gray jeans and bare feet. I turned to her and asked her flat out if she was ready for her torture and she said "Yes". I told her to sit in the recliner, and then I went and grabbed all my tools. I had a hair brush, feather, a scrub brush, baby oil, lotion, lube, and a tool she made for me which was a 12 inch wood rod covered in pipe cleaners and a bunch of small feathers glued to the one end, she called it the "Tickler". Her feet were propped up now and I took saran wrap and wrapped her feet to the recliner, and then tied her hands together with a scarf. I started lightly teasing her under her toes with my fingers, she giggled lightly. I scribbled them all over her soles and she started laughing out loud. I got her all over, in between each toe, the heels, arches, sides, and the middle. I then took the feather and sawed it in between her toes, this made her scream, I whisked it across her feet, her toes curled, so I waved it under them, she was shaking her head and laughing like crazy. I took the quill and drew lines and shapes on her heels, she just kept laughing her head off. I grabbed the lotion and started rubbing it into her feet, then I took the scrub brush and brushed her feet slow at first and then faster. She started screaming for me to stop all while laughing hysterically. I got the sides of her feet with it good, she was already almost crying. So I added some baby oil to her feet. She begged me, "No more, please no more!", but I wasn't done, not by a long shot. I grabbed the "Tickler" and with the feather end I danced them all over her soles, her toes clenched and spread, so I put the pipe cleaner in between them fast and then slow. She was laughing hysterically, tears ran down her cheeks. I let her catch her breath for a moment. Panting she asked "How much longer?", "I have one tool left." I told her. I smeared the lube on her feet, much to her pleads not to. Her eye's widened as I slowly took the hair brush to her feet. She shook frantically as a brushed it on her soles, her toes were going crazy as they wiggled, spread, and scrunched. I had the hair brush on her left foot and I was using my fingers on her right. I was tickling her soles all over and there was a lot of space to cover. She was trying to get away, but had no where to go. “HAHAHAHAHAHA…STOP!!!!!.....GOD!! PLEASE STOP!!!” she exclaimed, “I CANT TAKE ANYMORE…HEHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!!” I kept it up, dragging my fingers down her soles, on her arches, those were her worst spot. “NOT THERE…NO...HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!”. The hair brush on her arches was even worse, plus the increased sensitivity drove her mad. I had been tickling her for about 30 minutes. She barley had any strength to laugh at this point. I finally stopped, untied her and undid the saran wrap. She just laid there out of breath, saying “Now…that was...torture”. I said “I love you”, she said “I love you too”.
There’s some pic's of my girlfriend at the bottom for reference.
It was just me and my girlfriend Beth in the house, her sister had to work and we were just sitting around watching tv. Beth is 5'9, with brown eyes, at this time she had shoulder length black hair, and size 11 feet. She was wearing a blue shirt with tight gray jeans and bare feet. I turned to her and asked her flat out if she was ready for her torture and she said "Yes". I told her to sit in the recliner, and then I went and grabbed all my tools. I had a hair brush, feather, a scrub brush, baby oil, lotion, lube, and a tool she made for me which was a 12 inch wood rod covered in pipe cleaners and a bunch of small feathers glued to the one end, she called it the "Tickler". Her feet were propped up now and I took saran wrap and wrapped her feet to the recliner, and then tied her hands together with a scarf. I started lightly teasing her under her toes with my fingers, she giggled lightly. I scribbled them all over her soles and she started laughing out loud. I got her all over, in between each toe, the heels, arches, sides, and the middle. I then took the feather and sawed it in between her toes, this made her scream, I whisked it across her feet, her toes curled, so I waved it under them, she was shaking her head and laughing like crazy. I took the quill and drew lines and shapes on her heels, she just kept laughing her head off. I grabbed the lotion and started rubbing it into her feet, then I took the scrub brush and brushed her feet slow at first and then faster. She started screaming for me to stop all while laughing hysterically. I got the sides of her feet with it good, she was already almost crying. So I added some baby oil to her feet. She begged me, "No more, please no more!", but I wasn't done, not by a long shot. I grabbed the "Tickler" and with the feather end I danced them all over her soles, her toes clenched and spread, so I put the pipe cleaner in between them fast and then slow. She was laughing hysterically, tears ran down her cheeks. I let her catch her breath for a moment. Panting she asked "How much longer?", "I have one tool left." I told her. I smeared the lube on her feet, much to her pleads not to. Her eye's widened as I slowly took the hair brush to her feet. She shook frantically as a brushed it on her soles, her toes were going crazy as they wiggled, spread, and scrunched. I had the hair brush on her left foot and I was using my fingers on her right. I was tickling her soles all over and there was a lot of space to cover. She was trying to get away, but had no where to go. “HAHAHAHAHAHA…STOP!!!!!.....GOD!! PLEASE STOP!!!” she exclaimed, “I CANT TAKE ANYMORE…HEHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!!” I kept it up, dragging my fingers down her soles, on her arches, those were her worst spot. “NOT THERE…NO...HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!”. The hair brush on her arches was even worse, plus the increased sensitivity drove her mad. I had been tickling her for about 30 minutes. She barley had any strength to laugh at this point. I finally stopped, untied her and undid the saran wrap. She just laid there out of breath, saying “Now…that was...torture”. I said “I love you”, she said “I love you too”.
