“Did you order these online?” Carter asked, after a long silence.
Kneeling naked in their living room, the Grace felt a hot rush of frustration, excitement and humiliation. She could imagine the ridiculous sight she made: prostrate, submissive, with the words "Property of Carter Davis" and "Tickle me" shamelessly written on her naked upturned soles, and it drove all reasonable words and explanations out of her honors college brain.
"Hello?" Carter's voice broke the silence. "Earth to Grace Nguyen?"
“Obviously,” Grace snapped.
She heard the sharp whistle of air, then suddenly the wooden paddle cracked against her right butt cheek. Pain blossomed, sharp and sudden. "Ah!' Grace yelped, digging her fingers into the coarse fibers beneath her.
“Are you giving me sass?” Carter's smug voice floated just above her.
He actually spanked me!
Grace froze as the edge of the paddle pressed lightly into the small of her back.
“N - no,” she whispered.
This time pain exploded on her left butt-cheek. She gasped, then shouted, “NO! No, I’m not giving you sass.”
Silence.
The edge of the paddle grazed her spine, rising up the curve of her naked back to the nape of her neck, shivering ripples of goosebumps in its wake.
“No what?” said Carter lightly.
“No sir,” said Grace quickly, a trace of venom in her voice.
She took a deep breath. “I ordered the paddle and the package from Amazon. The rest I borrowed.”
“And the leash?”
“My sorority has a dog.”
“I didn’t know you were in a sorority,” said Carter.
“Um, yeah.”
The moment lagged. Both roommates seemed to hesitate, unsure of the proper rituals or words to proceed. Carter could still pull back, dismiss his ardent roommate's antics with a joke or excuse. After all, his studies were too vital for distraction. Or he could...continue off the deep end.
The room felt still except for Grace's quick, shallow breaths. Carter hesitated.
With his eyes closed, the sudden camera flash, as bright as a supernova, of Grace Nguyen’s beautiful, size 9, naked soles imprinted themselves behind Carter's eyelids, nearly stunning him with a tide of desire.
His eyes snapped open. “Hands behind your back.”
Grace’s heart skipped a beat. She obeyed instantly, crossing her long arms behind her, right hand gripping her left wrist.
"Ass up."
She leaned forward, her forehead pressed to the rug, and raised her hips high, presenting herself. Her muscles tensed in anticipation.
Smack! The wooden paddle cracked loudly against her ass, nearly rocking Grace on her knees with crisp sudden pain.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Carter struck the same spot in succession, watching for the slightest twitch. The athletic Asian American tightened her grip on her wrist but otherwise bore the punishment silently, each strike punctuated with just a shift of her hips and sharp exhale through her nostrils. She was determined not to show weakness early, letting her silence defy him. Her clenched butt jiggled with each smack, the olive skin blooming with the paddle's pink imprint. She closed her eyes and counted silently...14, 15, 16...
Finally on her next breath, no strike came. Her dark eyes opened. Fuck you Carter, that was nothing.
The paddle clacked to the floor. He squeezed her firm ass roughly, possessively, cupping the marked flesh. Grace flinched slightly.
"Good girl."
Carter squeezed again. Her toned butt felt hot and firm beneath his palm. This close, her lavender shampoo and warm skin was intoxicating. He wanted to bury his nose in her long silky dark hair, to push her down right then. But that would end their game too quickly.
Instead, his fingers danced down her butt cheek and squeezed her hip. Grace hissed and twisted awkwardly, trembling.
“Up,” growled Carter.
The engineer major grabbed her leash and yanked it taut on the collared Asian girl. With an awkwardness contrary to her usual balletic grace, Grace settled her long legs under her and sat up to meet his gaze.
Carter's blue eyes had their trademark condescending glint. Although I suppose anyone would look condescending if you were butt naked, on your knees, and leashed like a dog. Grace stared back levelly, even as heat bloomed across her face.
“Down,” said Carter, tugging the leash.
Grace hesitated a heartbeat, then lowered her face by his feet, her back arching. The leash yanked, pulling her forward. The high achieving Asian prodigy crawled on all fours, knees dragging awkwardly across the coarse rug, head bowed, silky raven locks cascading past her face.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. What would her friends and teammates say if they saw her right now?
Carter led her around their coffee table, tugging whenever she crawled too slow, and plopped down on the couch. He pulled sharply. Grace grimaced, forced upright on her knees.
Her breath ghosted his thigh as her dark eyes looked up sullenly from his lap.
“Grace Nguyen,” he admonished. “You’ll been a very very bad girl, haven't you?.” He moved to pat her cheek and she flinched, closing her eyes.
Keeping the leash tight, his free hand wriggled under her chin until he coaxed a reluctant giggle from the kneeling girl. Then his hand travelled down, coarse fingers brushing her smooth tanned neck, teasing her collarbone, squeezing her soft tit and fondling her brown mahogany nipples between two fingers. Casually, he pinched the tips hard.
Grace gasped, her snaggletooth biting her lower lip.
"I asked you a question."
“Y-yes sir.” Grace gritted her teeth. "I've been bad."
He slapped her, watching her subtly flinch, her defined abs crunching.
"Say it right."
Grace swallowed, then straightened her spine like she was presenting her lab thesis. "Yes sir...I've been a very very bad girl and need to be p-punished."
“Better." Carter cupped her chin. "Now on your back on the table. Feet up.”
Grace blinked. Their living room window was open. On a Friday evening, most students with a life would be out, enjoying the night, but even now she could see the sprinkling of bedroom windows from afar still glowing. What if people saw? “Wait Carter, on the table?”
Smack!
Without preamble, Carter slapped her other tit, making the naked Asian girl yelp indignantly more in shock than pain, her tit quivering. Grace's hands rose up, instinctively shielding her stinging breast, and Carter wasted no time shooting his own hands forward, tickling her open armpits, driving his fingers into her warm hollows.
Grace’s yelp dissolved into shocked girlish screams. Carter cycled his fingers upwards, almost cupping the warm sockets of her underarms as he burrowed his fingers roughly into the smooth skin.
"Ahahahaha noOOO!!"
Her bare feet kicked the carpet under her, desperate to squirm away, toes digging into the fibers, as her hips barked against the low coffee table and her arms clamped down, squeezing his invasive hands. With each knead of Carter’s fingers into the sensitive smooth flesh of her underarms, Grace let out a tortured howl like a windup toy playing its music on command.
She twisted so her back was to him, but his hands maintained their vice over her sensitive armpits. She felt herself being pulled backwards despite her kicking, the fingers now dancing down her ribs and tits. Grace felt the humiliating words bubble out of her before she could stop herself.
“HAHAHA I”m sorRY!” She managed to scream. “So-sorry Sir!”
"What was that?"
"I'm SO-so-sorry! I'm sorry sir!" Her bare foot kicked the coffee table nearly knocking it over.
Carter paused, keeping his hands tucked in her warm hollows. Then one hand gripped her nipple and pulled, guiding her to face him again. Grace widened her black almond shaped eyes silently begging him. To her despair, he snapped his fingers.
Trembling, Grace Nguyen pulled her naked sweaty body onto the cool coffee table, pressing stickily to its wooden surface. Her long legs dangled off the edge, feet inches from the carpet.
Grace's eyes followed her roommate as he walked back to the kitchen. The clatter of tools in their kitchen sent shivers across her naked body. What had she gotten herself into?
Grace shook her head. After a month of those awful electrodes, I can beat anything my geeky roommate can dish out.
Carter returned and tapped her thigh. Grace lifted her legs obediently, feeling incredibly slutty as she exposed her pussy and asshole with her legs now fully raised, knees bent. She felt him grab her big toes and then a soft string hiss between her toes. The ticklish rope circled her big toes, once then again, looping until tightened.
"Is that really ne-necessary?" she asked, gritting her teeth.
"As a matter of fact yes, Slut," he said. The casual nickname jolted her stomach and an unfamiliar heat rose up her face. "Now don't move your toes until I'm done. There."
Grace wriggled her toes experimentally, feeling the unyielding pull of the toe-tie on her big toes. Having done sports since she was a kid, her toes had always been naturally flexible, propelling her in any direction. Now she felt the gap between her big toes and second toes stretch, limiting her other toes.
Grace yelped, jerking as Carter’s fingernails brushed her bare soles for a second.
“Holy shit you’re an asshole,” she breathed.
“Says the one showing off her asshole,” replied Carter. He smacked her ass.
Grace glared. But she had to admit he did have all the cards at the moment.
Carter continued to lightly tease the bottoms of her feet, watching her squirm and whimper. He primarily used the back of his nails, stroking her smooth Asian soles with the barest touch.
Once satisfied, Carter weaved a second rope around her ankles. Soon Grace found her ankles fixed with thin, snug cords.
Carter extended the ankle tie’s remaining rope to the light fixture over their coffee table, winding its slack until the Asian girl’s legs were pulled a reasonable height off the table, her bare butt hovering a centimeter in the air. Her bare feet were suspended in front of his face.
Next Carter pulled his roommate’s arms behind her head, under the edge of the coffee table. He tied the left wrist to the right leg of the table, and the right wrist to the left leg, forming an X, so that Grace’s elbows were pulled taut behind her head, exposing her open armpits.
“So Grace,” He said, brushing her hair. “How do you feel?”
“Like the world’s most vulnerable art piece,” replied the college athlete. “Seriously, I can barely wiggle a toe.”
“People are a ton more sensitive when they can’t move,” said Carter. “I bet you’ll be way more ticklish like this.”
“Oh joy!” Grace glared at the thought of her complete exposure. "Thanks for the info."
Carter ignored her. "What’s your safeword?”
Grace raised an eyebrow. Her roommate had guessed, correctly, that this wasn’t her first BDSM rodeo so to speak. For some reason that assumption alone made her blush. She wanted to say that she’d never been off the precipice like THIS before, that this was wholly new and terrifying for her. But instead she said: “Daisies.”
“Daisies. Got it.” Carter stood up. The moment had passed.
Completely naked, Grace’s tits quivered with each breath she took, her toned abs flexing as Carter took his time fondling her breasts. Like most sprinters, her tits were modest, just a subtle curve, but perky and shapely, and, as Carter had delightedly discovered, wonderfully sensitive. He pressed their pillowy masses, squeezing and kneading, feeling like a kid at a candy store. Grace closed her eyes, her lips briefly parting despite her composure.
With her arms pinioned behind her head, she could only glare helplessly.
Next, Carter’s fingers traced down her slender torso, exploring her muscular stomach. The college athlete's abs were smooth panels of muscle, tight and flat, honed by countless hours of drills and crunches. She flinched as he circled her navel, abs flexing.
“So ticklish already,” Carter smiled. "I love seeing you so helpless and quivering."
Without warning he grabbed both her hips and squeezed hard. Grace's eyes snapped open and she screamed. Despite her resolve, the reality of being totally tied up and helpless suddenly hit Grace like a truck as her roommate began tickling her with abandon, greedily sinking his fingers into her sides before working his way up steadily and without care, up her protruding ribs where even the barest graze erupted involuntary shudders and yelps. The tickling seemed endless, then it stopped as abruptly as it began. Grace found herself gasping, stomach clenched painfully.
Carter chuckled. "Just checking the ropes. I'd say the restraints are good." He patted her stomach. "Sure you still want to go on?"
Grace's almond shaped eyes flattened into dark slits. "Fuck you. Give me a warning next time at least-ah!" Carter poked her navel. The raven haired girl glared.
Chuckling, Carter walked along the table, tracing her skin, silently mocking her immobility. Grace craned her neck. Carter stopped where her feet were suspended. Grace wriggled her toes nervously, feeling the silent attention.
Like most Asian girls, Grace's feet were shapely, smooth, and perfectly formed. Despite being size 9, they were narrow and long, lending a vulnerable elegance as they dangled from her slender coltish ankles. Her soles, a subtle landscape of color, began with a rosy blush at the heels, instep, and toes, whitening to yellowish pale at the center of her arches. The soles looked unbelievably soft, every inch wonderfully silky. Her toes were long and bubbly, descending in perfect height to each side. Carter desperately wanted to put them in his mouth.
“Cootchie cootchie coo,” said Carter. “Tickle tickle tickle.” He wiggled his fingers tantalizingly closer.
Oh god, that's not the kind of warning I meant!
Carter's nails lightly grazed beneath her heel, sending ticklish shivers down her spine. Grace jerked her foot aside, only to feel the same horrifying sensation up her other foot. Involuntary giggles burst from her lips as his nails stroked up against her arches, and the tough athlete slammed her mouth shut, glaring up at the ceiling.
"Tickle tickle tickle Grace, tickle tickle on your Asian feet."
"H-holy shit!" Her toes flexed and danced as his fingers played piano on her heels, arches wrinkling. Like most high strung over achievers, Grace could barely handle the anticipation of guessing when those nails would migrate up to her horribly sensitive, slickened arches.
"Tickle tickle on your helpless ticklish soles."
On the way up, his fingernail barely brushed her oil-slick soles, sliding up her pale wrinkled arches up to the pronounced pink balls of her feet. But on the way down, the underside of his nails would scrape against her sensitive soles, making the athletic Asian college girl swing her head back and forth. The best she could do was clench her fists under the table and flap her poor feet, hoping they could escape his fingers even for a second before he found them again.
“Giving up already?” Carter teased, slipping his nails in figure eight motions up her pale arches. "Tickle tickle, my little tickle slut."
Grace snarled. She would NOT dignify that with a real laugh. Her toes clamped down as she forced herself to brave the tickling. But her stoicism began to fail, and a plaintive, wholly unfamiliar whine escaped her lips each time those blunt nails caressed the center of her soles. “MMmmmmhehehehe.”
“Oh so our naked track and field girl can make these sounds too.” She whimpered as she felt his fingers suddenly glide faster.
"MMMMMmmhehe f-fuck you!"
She pulled as much as she could but the rope secured her ankles tightly. The sensation was maddening, being helplessly toyed with. Even when her feet could scrunch down or evade a stroke, the next upward stroke would inevitably grace her heels and eventually find their way up her soles.
The worst part was she could feel how lightly he was touching her feet, how casual and lazily his fingers drifted up and down, affording her the brief mercies of jerking her poor feet away. Teasing, taunting the awful reality that his fingers could chase her feet if they wanted, could catch them and scratch deeply into her sensitive helpless soles.
"Cootchi cootchi coo," Carter whispered, his breath ghosting the tops of Grace's feet, caressing her twitching toes. "Oh how I love watching you squirm, my little tickle slut. I love seeing the fear in your dark eyes and your naked submissive soles dance at the slightest touch."
"Oh god Oh god oh god," Grace threw her head back. Just the words sent phantoms tickles down her tied up feet, accompanied by the geeky guy's feather-light strokes. Her tanned feet twisted down, wrinkling. "Can you shut UP?"
"Is that how you talk to your top?" Carter's palm cracked over the Asian girl's naked ass, then squeezed, sinking rough nails into her asshole. "Look at me when I'm talking to you."
Grace's jaw jutted out, her dark hair covering her gorgeous features as she glared back, levelly. Her recently spanked ass felt raw as Carter's clenched hand explored its plump surface but her eyes were expressionless.
"I asked you a question." Those beautiful Asian eyes twitched as his nails drifted down her arches again. Always a weak spot. "Now you told me to warn you when I tickled your big, submissive, Vietnamese soles. And even though you've been such a lazy brat this whole month, I was kind enough to oblige. Cootchie cootchie coo. Cootchie cootchi coo."
Grace's composure continued to weaken, her lip twitching into a forced smile from its angry moue. Her long, size 9 soles, flushed pink and glistening with lotion, flailed inches from Carter's face, huge and foreshortened in their glistening, sweaty glory, as he scrolled his fingers up and down, savoring their flushed heat and velvety softness, while watching her weakening expression.
"Grace Nguyen," Carter said her name like her parents used to do when she refused to play violin. "I need you to be a good girl for me. I need you to be respectful and honest." He leaned forward, tracing the wrinkles on her soles. Though slightly smeared by the oil, Grace Nguyen’s own handwritten words, curved along the long canvas of her arches, announcing her humiliation and submission. Carter traced the ink, reading “Tickle Me” and “Property of Carter Davis” in immaculate cursive.
“I want to hear it. Tell me what a slut you are.”
Grace flashed him a glare and then gasped as he suddenly grabbed her left foot and scribbled all five fingers on her sole. A ticklish supernova lit up on her foot and her resolve broke like a dam.“EhehahahahahaHAHAHAHA!” She exploded into movement, slamming her hips and flopping on the table, her muscular naked body impotent for all its strength. "HAHahsahaha Staawwp! Noooo FUUUCK!"
“Aren’t you?” Carter repeated in a faux tutor voice. He grabbed her long toes and yanked them back, nails biting into the soft undersides of her toes. Horror struck Grace as her foot was suddenly stretched taut, wrinkles smoothing out into a long tense canvas from heel to toes. Grace had a second to perceive, with mounting dread, the sudden press of his rough hand against her exposed sole, before her once-hated roommate raked five fingers across her stretched out arch.
Grace screamed, lips frozen in a rictus. Her whole foot quivered, juxtaposing the explosive thrashing of her athletic body as she tossed her long dark hair.
“Answer me, pet,” Carter said, focusing his scratching on the taut yellowish centers of her pale soles where the skin was thinnest, sending the naked Asian beauty into renewed hysterics.
“AHAHAHHAA!” Grace howled, muscular shoulders flexing. “HAHAHAHA Not there ahahaha!”
“Be a good pet and tell me.”
“HAHAHA I - HAHAH I am a slut AHAHAHA Stawp please!” Grace’s face burned with humiliation as the words burst from her lips, high pitched and utterly alien to her typical mien. Her naked butt bounced on the table, the table legs shaking unconfidently as its passenger fought tooth and nail to break free. Carter's fingers on her toes were a vice, yanking the digits back, while his other fingers scribbled cruelly over the flat planes of her smooth Asian sole.
"I HAHAHAHA I'm a slut AHHAHA! PLEASE STOP TICKLING ME!!!"
Carter drew his hand back. A sharp slap on her sole made her exhale sharply.
“And are you my slut?” Carter asked, as though guiding a particularly slow first year student. He shifted his hand to grab more of the toes on her other foot now, pulling them backwards, stretching both her high arches taut.
“I am your slut,” Grace whimpered, gasping.
Carter stroked her long legs, caressing her thighs, his other hand still tensioning her toes back. His free hand drifted down to her suspended pussy, feeling its soaked juices. Grace moaned as she felt his fingers trace her wet outer lips, pleasure and shame coursing through her. Words, thought, pride all seemed like foreign concepts as she felt her vulnerable arches pulled back on display while her tormentor's lazy fingers teased her pussy.
“Are you my ticklish little Asian slut?”
Each adjective was like an arrow to Grace’s core, the syllables zipping directly to her burning vagina, shocking her mind with their blatant objectification. Shame and desire blossomed in her stomach. She'd always suspected her roommate had a thing for Asian girls, which made her predicament all the more humilliating. She opened her mouth to say something - anything - when she felt his nails descend on her helpless soles.
“AHAHAHA No-not the other f-foot!” Grace begged. Her eyes screwed shut, fists clenched underneath the table. "HAHAHAHA Please ahahaha!"
Something wet and hot engulfed her free foot, enveloping her two smallest toes. He was sucking on her toes, rasping his tongue roughly, bullying her toes apart, pushing between them, under them, biting gently.
“Wwhhhaat hahahaha the fuck!” Grace slammed her head back, her sides hurt from laughing so hard. She felt his mouth move from toe to toe, having his way with her digits, then move inexorably down to her arches like a wet suction.
“Say it,” he said, detaching his mouth to briefly pepper her sole with slobbery kisses. “Tell me what you are.” He slapped her ass again hard.
Grace shook her head, raven hair flying, shaking the coffee table with her struggles.
“Say it,” barked Carter, raking both hands across her long Vietnamese soles, digging his nails into her moist wrinkles. He spanked her ass over and over between tickles, the abused cheeks jiggling. “Tell me now.”
The tickling intensified to a level she never thought possible. Grace's laughter cracked into a raspy staccato, gasping for air. Every inch of her sole alive with ticklish lightning.
Then his fingers wormed into her toes, blunt nails finding the sensitive soft skin underneath, hurling her into another stratosphere of torment. "NO NO PLease not there hahaha!" Grace begged. "Don't tickle my toes! Nooo!"
"Don't tickle your toes?" Carter smirked.
Grace nodded desperately, laughter tearing from her lips. "PLEEaaase!"
"Fine."
He engulfed her toes again, taking almost all five in his mouth. Grace screamed, high-pitched with shock and horror.
Her toes clenched down on his tongue, desperate to escape their wet slimey realm. Locked lips sucked down to the stems of her toes then back up to the first joint in slow hungry pulls, coating her sensitive toes in a sheath of thick mealy saliva. Even with her eyes resolutely slammed shut, she could not remove the vision of her feet being sucked on, heightening the screams tearing from her mouth as her other foot lit up with ticklish eruptions.
Grace couldn't take it anymore. Tears streamed down her face. She gave one last shrill screech of pure frustration before forcing the words she knew he wanted like rocks out of her throat.
“HAHAHAHA I - I am your ticklish little Asian slut!”
A flood of shame and arousal coursed through the popular Asian girl. Tied up, completely naked, soaked in sweat, tickled and toyed with by her roommate and forced to say whatever he wanted all - Grace Nguyen didn’t know if she wanted to scream or beg for more.
"Again, let me hear you louder." Grace's heart sank as Carter dove back into slurping her toes.
It turns out she could have both. Between her screams and howls, Grace found herself repeating her humiliating statement, begging incoherently until her throat felt raw, as her roommate had his way with her arches and her toes.
After what felt like an eternity, Carter pulled his mouth from her toes and wiped his mouth. Her creamy soles were now a shade of vivid, abused crimson, coated in shiny saliva, glowing with flushed exertion.
Grace collapsed on her ropes, perky breasts rising with every ragged breath, a sheen of sweat glistening off her long cappuccino body. She was dimly aware of the snot on her upper lip, the tracks of tears on her cheeks, her sweaty hair pressed damply on her face, the dull ache on her bare ass. She won't cry. She wouldn't.
"Up."
Grace ignored the cramps in her legs as she rose unsteadily to her knees. The carpet dug into her skin, the cold air bracing against her sweaty body. Pride had no place her new predicament. The collared Asian American kept her legs slightly apart so her roommate could see her wet, insolent pussy and the bottoms of her abused feet.
Carter hummed as he pulled the leash towards his bedroom. "It's time for a change of scenery."
The sight of his cocky popular roommate crawling on all fours felt surreal. The Asian princess was lightyears above Carter's social circle. Now she was on her knees, her apple-firm ass up in the air, her perfect face hovering inches from his own socked feet, ass and soles glowing crimson where he'd marked her.
"Move," said Carter, yanking hard.
He led her to the mirror by their front door and took a long appreciative look of the infallible, self-possessed Grace Nguyen, kneeling by his feet, her honey-colored body naked and tied, long raven locks framing her angelic face and dark stunning eyes.
"Turn around," he ordered.
Grace obeyed, shuffling herself so that her abused ass and long reddened soles were facing the mirror. Carter's stomach dropped at the submissive sight.
"Wiggle your toes and tell me what you are."
Grace hesitated just a heartbeat, then obediently wiggled her long toes, forcing the shameful words into the coarse rug her face was pressed against: "I - I am your ticklish Asian slut, Sir."
Carter smiled. "Good girl."
Once satisfied with the display, he led her to his bedroom and tugged, ushering his over achieving roommate to pull herself onto the bed mattress.
"On your front. Put your wrists behind your back and cross your ankles."
Trepidation thundered in Grace's ribs as she rolled onto her chest, shaking her dark hair out of her face. She folded her long arms behind her, and crossed her ankles. A sudden bend of mattress told her Carter had clambered up behind her.
"Soles up."
Grace shivered as she lifted her crossed ankles. Her bare soles faced upwards, inches from his face. "Good girl. Now stay." Coarse rope snaked around her wrists, then ankles, binding her in a hogtie.
Grace whimpered as he tied her ankles closer and closer to her neck until her knees left the mattress, and her body was contorted into a half-circle, a torus as her Physics prof might say. Her wrists and ankles burned. Unlike her previous pose, the Asian girl had no slack at all: her long straight limbs were stretched to their limit, only her fingers and toes could brave some movement.
Grace wanted to say something brave. Instead, she found that childish, submissive tone returning. "P-please Sir, I'm sorry-"
Another slap on her abused ass, followed by a long savoring squeeze, making her wince. Grace exhaled sharply as two fingers suddenly shoved into her vagina from behind, squelching. He buried his fingers knuckle-deep inside her. As Grace arched her back, Carter leaned forward and licked her foot from heel to toe, savoring the salty taste.
What are you doing, she meant to say but instead moaned: “mgghhaaahugh.”
“You taste so good,” he said, breathing heavily himself. His erection pressed so painfully against his jeans, it was everything he could do not to move too suddenly. Her wet, hot pussy squelched as he pumped his fingers back and forth. The tight moist walls of her core squeezed his invasive digits. Despite herself, Grace found herself gasping and moaning, her toes flexing inside Carter's mouth, nails digging into his cheeks.
If that wasn't humiliating enough, she felt him grab her hair roughly, possessively. His other fingers still thrusting inside her, he rode the hogtied Asian girl, rocking his suctioning mouth over her feet in rhythm to his aggressive fingers ramming into her helpless pussy while holding her in place by her hair. Grace's moans rose, tears jeweling her dark eyes.
When he finally popped his fingers out, Grace gasped. She suddenly ached to wrap her legs around something, to feel a cock inside her.
A few minutes later, he returned with a brush and more lotion.
Grace screwed her eyes shut as a fresh dollop of cold lotion was slapped on her reddened brutalized soles. New, damp, sensitivity slid down her sole, bringing with it the sensation of cold air. No no no! She squeezed her toes, scrunching her feet, heart pounding.
A hard slap echoed against her soles, making her wince. “Open your toes, slut.”
“Ye-yes sir.” Like flower petals, her long elegant toes unfolded, stretching wide. She yelped as lotion was worked between them, rubbing thoroughly.
Suddenly, a million bristles scraped her red, abused soles, sending a fresh scream tearing through her lips as she strained desperately against her binds. Hoarse laughter heaved from her lungs as the former cocky athlete struggled and thrashed, begging helplessly.
Carter had grabbed one foot still, holding it in place while he ravaged it with the Asian girl’s own hairbrush.
“AHAHAHAHAA!” Grace howled, wheezing nearly out of breath. “NOT THE BRUSH AHAHAHA!”
Carter dragged the hairbrush in rough zig zags first horizontally, then vertically, the stiff bristles making loud scratching noises as they scraped all across the Asian beauty’s sweaty, shiny sole.
Then he grabbed the other foot, and gave it the same treatment, pressing the hairbrush cruelly into the soft sole and scraping it until his elbow hurt. Grace's laughter had dissolved into a gasping, mewling whine, punctuated with soft coughs that hinted at barely contained tears. Her body, as though betraying its owner, still reacted fiercely like a marionet.
“You’re probably enjoying this, aren’t you?” Carter smirked, watching the hapless hogtied Asian struggle and heave big gasps of air. “I bet you love when I do this to your submissive feet.” He slapped her ass, watching it jiggle. "To your submissive ass." His fingers pinched her moist vagina, palm grinding against her pelvic bone. "To your submissive pussy."
Grace could only shake her furiously. She didn’t trust herself to speak.
It didn’t help that the dorm was now positively rank with the smell of her own desperation, a pungent mix of her sweat and arousal.
Carter gave each foot a final scrape with the hairbrush, then reached over and placed its handle between her teeth. Grace felt lightheaded and dizzy, her eyes tracking her roommate’s movements, but obediently gripped the handle between her molars, tensing as he retrieved something else - one of her own instruments she’d provided.
Sweat poured down her face, dripping down the side of her temple, curving past her ear. Her long dark hair was a sweaty clump pressed to her forehead and neck. Behind her head, her bound hands flexed and clenched under the table, utterly impotent. Every shift of breeze on her hypersensitized bare soles or her exposed gaping pussy or asshole sent her twisting with anticipation, her abs aching with exertion.
Why is this turning me on so fucking much?
Some time later, Carter left to take a break, stretch his legs. He kept Grace tied up though, placing a blindfold and stuffing her mouth with her own dirty white socks. After a generous exploration of different brushes, spiked wheels, feathers and bristly gloves, her abused soles dangled raw and crimson. A pool of saliva darkened the mattress by her face.
A Cola later and checking the time - well past midnight - Carter hummed as he returned.
"Miss me?" he asked, removing Grace's blindfold and pulling her own disgusting socks from her mouth.
"Ugh...believe it or not, no," mumbled the college athlete, some spark returning in her dark eyes looking up at him. "Is that a hair clip?"
Carter stroked her hair and then placed what appeared to be a pair of black cat ears over her head, matching seamlessly with her sweaty black hair. Along with the white collar standing starkly on her neck, Grace looked every bit the perfect slave.
"So I'm a cat-girl now. Way to be original," she said, slightly muffled with the hairbrush between her teeth. After their respite, some of her usual cockiness had revived.
"You're whatever I want you to be." Carter leaned closer, stroking her cute nose. He grabbed her cheeks and forced her to look up at him, enjoying the sight of Grace's annoyed face juxtaposing the cute cat ears and submissive collar on her neck. "Now give me a cute smile."
"Kindly go fuck yourself-mph" Grace flinched as he twisted her nipple.
Then he walked his other hand across, before squeezing her armpit, making the Asian girl thrash, nearly dropping the hairbrush between her teeth., her face still held immobile by him.
Grace squirmed, elbows trembling, as the blonde first-year squirrelled his fingers into the open sockets of her armpits, sliding down the sweaty skin with a torturer's leasurely stroll. She knew he wanted to see her laugh, to giggle girlishly while adorning some stupid Anime cat ears, and she was surprised at how much she didn't want to give him the pleasure.
The Asian girl fiercely clamped her teeth against her hairbrush, glaring up at her tormentor, even as she shook and trembled, jerking slightly to each side as his fingers wriggled down her armpit.
Just when she thought it was over, she'd mastered her horribly sensitive armpits, she felt a hand close over her taut stomach and dig into her abs. The hairbrush clattered to the table as Grace's mouth opened in an O of surprise, her slim abs crunching. Carter skittered his fingers along her waist, and girlish humiliating laughter spilled from the Asian girl. "HAHAHEHEHEHEHAHAHA!"
"There's that cute smile," said Carter, smiling. Seeing the intelligent Physics major in such a humiliating position, whimpering and drooling, felt like he was in an erotic fantasy as he continued tickling her stomach, tits and armpits.
Next, Carter dragged the spiky wheel across her feet, then across her naked stretched out torso, making her tense and whimper as it dragged over her sensitive brown nipples until they were hard as bullets.
After that were the feathers which ghosted over her sweaty helpless armpits, between her toes, and around the delicate, hyper sensitive skin around her open asshole.
Then a thin flexible rod which struck the soles of her feet, as Grace counted aloud, until the last strike made her cry out. By then she was sobbing freely, her abused feet curled up.
A sudden buzz made her freeze, and lifting her head, Grace mumbled frantic protests. Carter pressed her electric toothbrush against her arch. A ticklish explosion went off on her foot, and a fresh reserve of struggling and begging took over the hapless Asian girl.
All the while, the engineering major had kept spanking her ass which became a bright apple crimson, or ravaging her pussy. Pulled between ticklish torment and helpless arousal, Grace Nguyen pleaded and begged, tears streaking down her face. She debased herself, she licked Carter’s fingers when they brushed her lips, she spread her toes wide, her ass cheeks open, offered acts of service between bouts of hysterical laughter that would’ve made her shudder hours ago.
Finally, the Physics major lolled her head, chest rising up and down with gasping, hoarse breaths, fingers and toes slack. Every inch of her ravaged body felt a million times more sensitive.
Carter couldn’t take it anymore. He unzipped his pants, undid her ankle rope, and then grabbed Grace’s thighs.
Her thighs tensed, their strong sprinter muscles flexing under his fingers. Grace’s eyes widened, brows knitted, the arousal in her dark almond shaped eyes so fierce and needful that her formerly cold, aristocratic face had transformed into a mask of pure helpless pleading lust.
He pushed his cock into her, burying it all the way to the end, and the Asian American moaned.
Her strong legs tensed and then squeezed his waist, toes curled up tightly. The hairbrush clattered off the table. Grace’s snaggletooth bit down on her lip as she whimpered. “Yes…yes…yes.”
Carter pumped back and forth slowly, careful not to come too quickly. He maneuvered one of her long legs so it was wrapped over his shoulder instead, her bare foot dangling near his face, and plunged his mouth into its sole.
For a while the dorm was quiet save for Carter’s slobbering mouth over Grace’s foot, the squelch of his cock pumping her tight vagina, and Grace’s gasping, mewling moans which began to grow louder and louder.
His cock filled her completely, stretching her insides, making her feel tiny as it slammed inside her depths, before pulling back, leaving her suddenly empty, needful, and then slamming forward again. The ropes bit into her wrists, forcing her in place, unable to do anything but just take it.
Her moans grew low and guttural, almost animalistic as Carter fucked her. Grace’s mind was a white hot supernova unable to form a single thought except that she was getting fucked while tied to a table. All her training, her pride, her muscles, talent and smarts meant nothing as the Asian girl felt the fat cock push through the inner walls of her core.
The pleasure built and built until Grace shattered, a piercing scream tearing from her lips. A second later, she heard a grunt and felt a hot stream enter her, filling her up. She crashed down, completely spent, used up, unable to move even a finger.
Tingling all over, dripping in a mix of fluids, Grace Nguyen closed her eyes. Her beet-red face one of total satisfaction.
Normalcy reasserted itself with surprising speed.
That night, after a long hour of after-care, Grace crawled under the covers with Carter, pressed up against him. The next morning, she rose up, stretching cat-like, and padded to the kitchen to make breakfast. Carter, uncharacteristically, slept in.
Grace felt unbelievably refreshed, as though yesterday had revitalized her instead of ravaged her. Her body still bore the red marks on her ass and soles, which sent a shiver of pleasure when she saw them, as well as rope marks on her wrists and ankles. Those she’d have to hide from her friends during track practice.
After cooking a pan of fresh eggs and bacon, Grace plopped down on the couch and uncapped a new pen. She tucked her foot against her lap and pulled her toe backwards, stretching her sole out. She wrote on her left foot in perfect cursive "Carter Davis' Tickle Slut" from heel to toes. On her other sole, the more succinct "Punish me". She walked to the mirror and lifted her arches one at a time, splaying her toes out, and smiling at the submissive image.
Then she walked back to Carter's bedroom.
The next few days fell into a comfortable yet exciting rhythm of trying new things and pushing boundaries. Carter purchased another package from Amazon, paging through manuals of safe usage, especially ones that had hooks or straps or chains.
More than once, Grace pushed her roommate’s patience on purpose.
Like an attention seeking brat, she dropped dishes by accident, or propping her bare feet in his lap while he was working, wiggling her toes mischievously. Annoyed, Carter would tie her to his bed spread-eagle, before pressing the electrodes back on her nipples, neck, palms, soles, ribs, pussy, and armpits. The track star’s protests were cut off by a thick ball gag and blindfold. Shaking his head, Carter would return to his studies while Grace’s muffled cries echoed.
One day they were curled up on the couch, Carter thumbing through the TV when he saw a recorded video that Grace had uploaded via her laptop just yesterday.
It was a video of a tall Asian girl who looked younger than Grace sitting on a stage in a sheer black dress, a violin tucked under her chin, her eyes downcast. She began playing classical solos, the strings emitting beautiful haunting music.
“Is that you?” Carter asked, impressed.
“Mmmph,” said Grace.
Carter pulled the soaked ball gag from his roommate’s lips, and grabbed her chin, turning it so it faced the TV.
She had been particularly naughty that day and was hogtied in a strict bow, her feet dangling above her shoulders. As usual, Carter had her naked, although a criss-cross of leather bindings cut through her trim tanned figure, emphasizing her supple breasts and toned physique. Her leash was tied to the table leg, and a pair of fuzzy cat ears adorned her head. The coup de gras was a strap that tightened over her narrow hips, and fastened a metal O ring between her ass cheeks, obscenely spreading them.
“No sir,” said Grace. “That’s my mom back in her senior year at Harvard. She’s coming to visit next week for the Summer Eve Concert that our city puts on. I’ve been watching her songs because of course I’ll have to play in it. Every year it’s the worst moment of my life.”
“Next week you say.” Carter casually stroked her bare back, feeling her stiffen. “You should ask your mom to come visit our dorm. We have an extra room now, after all.”
Grace gaped. “Seriously? Dude.”
He slapped her bare ass. “Relax, I just want to meet her.”
Grace winced. “OK, OK. Whatever. But she’s a cold heartless bitc -mmph”
Carter stuffed the ball gag back into her mouth as she glared, and un-paused the TV. He watched the rest of the recital, smiling, as he stroked Grace’s gorgeous feet.
I went a little overindulgent on this one, departing from the general slice-of-life of the previous part in favor of a longer and somewhat darker tickle session. Hopefully, the shift in tone wasn't too drastic and you still enjoyed the general story. Thank you to everyone for all the kind comments on the previous part!
Part 1: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threa...ns-her-lesson-m-f-part-1.449026/#post-5908999
Kneeling naked in their living room, the Grace felt a hot rush of frustration, excitement and humiliation. She could imagine the ridiculous sight she made: prostrate, submissive, with the words "Property of Carter Davis" and "Tickle me" shamelessly written on her naked upturned soles, and it drove all reasonable words and explanations out of her honors college brain.
"Hello?" Carter's voice broke the silence. "Earth to Grace Nguyen?"
“Obviously,” Grace snapped.
She heard the sharp whistle of air, then suddenly the wooden paddle cracked against her right butt cheek. Pain blossomed, sharp and sudden. "Ah!' Grace yelped, digging her fingers into the coarse fibers beneath her.
“Are you giving me sass?” Carter's smug voice floated just above her.
He actually spanked me!
Grace froze as the edge of the paddle pressed lightly into the small of her back.
“N - no,” she whispered.
This time pain exploded on her left butt-cheek. She gasped, then shouted, “NO! No, I’m not giving you sass.”
Silence.
The edge of the paddle grazed her spine, rising up the curve of her naked back to the nape of her neck, shivering ripples of goosebumps in its wake.
“No what?” said Carter lightly.
“No sir,” said Grace quickly, a trace of venom in her voice.
She took a deep breath. “I ordered the paddle and the package from Amazon. The rest I borrowed.”
“And the leash?”
“My sorority has a dog.”
“I didn’t know you were in a sorority,” said Carter.
“Um, yeah.”
The moment lagged. Both roommates seemed to hesitate, unsure of the proper rituals or words to proceed. Carter could still pull back, dismiss his ardent roommate's antics with a joke or excuse. After all, his studies were too vital for distraction. Or he could...continue off the deep end.
The room felt still except for Grace's quick, shallow breaths. Carter hesitated.
With his eyes closed, the sudden camera flash, as bright as a supernova, of Grace Nguyen’s beautiful, size 9, naked soles imprinted themselves behind Carter's eyelids, nearly stunning him with a tide of desire.
His eyes snapped open. “Hands behind your back.”
Grace’s heart skipped a beat. She obeyed instantly, crossing her long arms behind her, right hand gripping her left wrist.
"Ass up."
She leaned forward, her forehead pressed to the rug, and raised her hips high, presenting herself. Her muscles tensed in anticipation.
Smack! The wooden paddle cracked loudly against her ass, nearly rocking Grace on her knees with crisp sudden pain.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Carter struck the same spot in succession, watching for the slightest twitch. The athletic Asian American tightened her grip on her wrist but otherwise bore the punishment silently, each strike punctuated with just a shift of her hips and sharp exhale through her nostrils. She was determined not to show weakness early, letting her silence defy him. Her clenched butt jiggled with each smack, the olive skin blooming with the paddle's pink imprint. She closed her eyes and counted silently...14, 15, 16...
Finally on her next breath, no strike came. Her dark eyes opened. Fuck you Carter, that was nothing.
The paddle clacked to the floor. He squeezed her firm ass roughly, possessively, cupping the marked flesh. Grace flinched slightly.
"Good girl."
Carter squeezed again. Her toned butt felt hot and firm beneath his palm. This close, her lavender shampoo and warm skin was intoxicating. He wanted to bury his nose in her long silky dark hair, to push her down right then. But that would end their game too quickly.
Instead, his fingers danced down her butt cheek and squeezed her hip. Grace hissed and twisted awkwardly, trembling.
“Up,” growled Carter.
The engineer major grabbed her leash and yanked it taut on the collared Asian girl. With an awkwardness contrary to her usual balletic grace, Grace settled her long legs under her and sat up to meet his gaze.
Carter's blue eyes had their trademark condescending glint. Although I suppose anyone would look condescending if you were butt naked, on your knees, and leashed like a dog. Grace stared back levelly, even as heat bloomed across her face.
“Down,” said Carter, tugging the leash.
Grace hesitated a heartbeat, then lowered her face by his feet, her back arching. The leash yanked, pulling her forward. The high achieving Asian prodigy crawled on all fours, knees dragging awkwardly across the coarse rug, head bowed, silky raven locks cascading past her face.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. What would her friends and teammates say if they saw her right now?
Carter led her around their coffee table, tugging whenever she crawled too slow, and plopped down on the couch. He pulled sharply. Grace grimaced, forced upright on her knees.
Her breath ghosted his thigh as her dark eyes looked up sullenly from his lap.
“Grace Nguyen,” he admonished. “You’ll been a very very bad girl, haven't you?.” He moved to pat her cheek and she flinched, closing her eyes.
Keeping the leash tight, his free hand wriggled under her chin until he coaxed a reluctant giggle from the kneeling girl. Then his hand travelled down, coarse fingers brushing her smooth tanned neck, teasing her collarbone, squeezing her soft tit and fondling her brown mahogany nipples between two fingers. Casually, he pinched the tips hard.
Grace gasped, her snaggletooth biting her lower lip.
"I asked you a question."
“Y-yes sir.” Grace gritted her teeth. "I've been bad."
He slapped her, watching her subtly flinch, her defined abs crunching.
"Say it right."
Grace swallowed, then straightened her spine like she was presenting her lab thesis. "Yes sir...I've been a very very bad girl and need to be p-punished."
“Better." Carter cupped her chin. "Now on your back on the table. Feet up.”
Grace blinked. Their living room window was open. On a Friday evening, most students with a life would be out, enjoying the night, but even now she could see the sprinkling of bedroom windows from afar still glowing. What if people saw? “Wait Carter, on the table?”
Smack!
Without preamble, Carter slapped her other tit, making the naked Asian girl yelp indignantly more in shock than pain, her tit quivering. Grace's hands rose up, instinctively shielding her stinging breast, and Carter wasted no time shooting his own hands forward, tickling her open armpits, driving his fingers into her warm hollows.
Grace’s yelp dissolved into shocked girlish screams. Carter cycled his fingers upwards, almost cupping the warm sockets of her underarms as he burrowed his fingers roughly into the smooth skin.
"Ahahahaha noOOO!!"
Her bare feet kicked the carpet under her, desperate to squirm away, toes digging into the fibers, as her hips barked against the low coffee table and her arms clamped down, squeezing his invasive hands. With each knead of Carter’s fingers into the sensitive smooth flesh of her underarms, Grace let out a tortured howl like a windup toy playing its music on command.
She twisted so her back was to him, but his hands maintained their vice over her sensitive armpits. She felt herself being pulled backwards despite her kicking, the fingers now dancing down her ribs and tits. Grace felt the humiliating words bubble out of her before she could stop herself.
“HAHAHA I”m sorRY!” She managed to scream. “So-sorry Sir!”
"What was that?"
"I'm SO-so-sorry! I'm sorry sir!" Her bare foot kicked the coffee table nearly knocking it over.
Carter paused, keeping his hands tucked in her warm hollows. Then one hand gripped her nipple and pulled, guiding her to face him again. Grace widened her black almond shaped eyes silently begging him. To her despair, he snapped his fingers.
Trembling, Grace Nguyen pulled her naked sweaty body onto the cool coffee table, pressing stickily to its wooden surface. Her long legs dangled off the edge, feet inches from the carpet.
Grace's eyes followed her roommate as he walked back to the kitchen. The clatter of tools in their kitchen sent shivers across her naked body. What had she gotten herself into?
Grace shook her head. After a month of those awful electrodes, I can beat anything my geeky roommate can dish out.
Carter returned and tapped her thigh. Grace lifted her legs obediently, feeling incredibly slutty as she exposed her pussy and asshole with her legs now fully raised, knees bent. She felt him grab her big toes and then a soft string hiss between her toes. The ticklish rope circled her big toes, once then again, looping until tightened.
"Is that really ne-necessary?" she asked, gritting her teeth.
"As a matter of fact yes, Slut," he said. The casual nickname jolted her stomach and an unfamiliar heat rose up her face. "Now don't move your toes until I'm done. There."
Grace wriggled her toes experimentally, feeling the unyielding pull of the toe-tie on her big toes. Having done sports since she was a kid, her toes had always been naturally flexible, propelling her in any direction. Now she felt the gap between her big toes and second toes stretch, limiting her other toes.
Grace yelped, jerking as Carter’s fingernails brushed her bare soles for a second.
“Holy shit you’re an asshole,” she breathed.
“Says the one showing off her asshole,” replied Carter. He smacked her ass.
Grace glared. But she had to admit he did have all the cards at the moment.
Carter continued to lightly tease the bottoms of her feet, watching her squirm and whimper. He primarily used the back of his nails, stroking her smooth Asian soles with the barest touch.
Once satisfied, Carter weaved a second rope around her ankles. Soon Grace found her ankles fixed with thin, snug cords.
Carter extended the ankle tie’s remaining rope to the light fixture over their coffee table, winding its slack until the Asian girl’s legs were pulled a reasonable height off the table, her bare butt hovering a centimeter in the air. Her bare feet were suspended in front of his face.
Next Carter pulled his roommate’s arms behind her head, under the edge of the coffee table. He tied the left wrist to the right leg of the table, and the right wrist to the left leg, forming an X, so that Grace’s elbows were pulled taut behind her head, exposing her open armpits.
“So Grace,” He said, brushing her hair. “How do you feel?”
“Like the world’s most vulnerable art piece,” replied the college athlete. “Seriously, I can barely wiggle a toe.”
“People are a ton more sensitive when they can’t move,” said Carter. “I bet you’ll be way more ticklish like this.”
“Oh joy!” Grace glared at the thought of her complete exposure. "Thanks for the info."
Carter ignored her. "What’s your safeword?”
Grace raised an eyebrow. Her roommate had guessed, correctly, that this wasn’t her first BDSM rodeo so to speak. For some reason that assumption alone made her blush. She wanted to say that she’d never been off the precipice like THIS before, that this was wholly new and terrifying for her. But instead she said: “Daisies.”
“Daisies. Got it.” Carter stood up. The moment had passed.
Completely naked, Grace’s tits quivered with each breath she took, her toned abs flexing as Carter took his time fondling her breasts. Like most sprinters, her tits were modest, just a subtle curve, but perky and shapely, and, as Carter had delightedly discovered, wonderfully sensitive. He pressed their pillowy masses, squeezing and kneading, feeling like a kid at a candy store. Grace closed her eyes, her lips briefly parting despite her composure.
With her arms pinioned behind her head, she could only glare helplessly.
Next, Carter’s fingers traced down her slender torso, exploring her muscular stomach. The college athlete's abs were smooth panels of muscle, tight and flat, honed by countless hours of drills and crunches. She flinched as he circled her navel, abs flexing.
“So ticklish already,” Carter smiled. "I love seeing you so helpless and quivering."
Without warning he grabbed both her hips and squeezed hard. Grace's eyes snapped open and she screamed. Despite her resolve, the reality of being totally tied up and helpless suddenly hit Grace like a truck as her roommate began tickling her with abandon, greedily sinking his fingers into her sides before working his way up steadily and without care, up her protruding ribs where even the barest graze erupted involuntary shudders and yelps. The tickling seemed endless, then it stopped as abruptly as it began. Grace found herself gasping, stomach clenched painfully.
Carter chuckled. "Just checking the ropes. I'd say the restraints are good." He patted her stomach. "Sure you still want to go on?"
Grace's almond shaped eyes flattened into dark slits. "Fuck you. Give me a warning next time at least-ah!" Carter poked her navel. The raven haired girl glared.
Chuckling, Carter walked along the table, tracing her skin, silently mocking her immobility. Grace craned her neck. Carter stopped where her feet were suspended. Grace wriggled her toes nervously, feeling the silent attention.
Like most Asian girls, Grace's feet were shapely, smooth, and perfectly formed. Despite being size 9, they were narrow and long, lending a vulnerable elegance as they dangled from her slender coltish ankles. Her soles, a subtle landscape of color, began with a rosy blush at the heels, instep, and toes, whitening to yellowish pale at the center of her arches. The soles looked unbelievably soft, every inch wonderfully silky. Her toes were long and bubbly, descending in perfect height to each side. Carter desperately wanted to put them in his mouth.
“Cootchie cootchie coo,” said Carter. “Tickle tickle tickle.” He wiggled his fingers tantalizingly closer.
Oh god, that's not the kind of warning I meant!
Carter's nails lightly grazed beneath her heel, sending ticklish shivers down her spine. Grace jerked her foot aside, only to feel the same horrifying sensation up her other foot. Involuntary giggles burst from her lips as his nails stroked up against her arches, and the tough athlete slammed her mouth shut, glaring up at the ceiling.
"Tickle tickle tickle Grace, tickle tickle on your Asian feet."
"H-holy shit!" Her toes flexed and danced as his fingers played piano on her heels, arches wrinkling. Like most high strung over achievers, Grace could barely handle the anticipation of guessing when those nails would migrate up to her horribly sensitive, slickened arches.
"Tickle tickle on your helpless ticklish soles."
On the way up, his fingernail barely brushed her oil-slick soles, sliding up her pale wrinkled arches up to the pronounced pink balls of her feet. But on the way down, the underside of his nails would scrape against her sensitive soles, making the athletic Asian college girl swing her head back and forth. The best she could do was clench her fists under the table and flap her poor feet, hoping they could escape his fingers even for a second before he found them again.
“Giving up already?” Carter teased, slipping his nails in figure eight motions up her pale arches. "Tickle tickle, my little tickle slut."
Grace snarled. She would NOT dignify that with a real laugh. Her toes clamped down as she forced herself to brave the tickling. But her stoicism began to fail, and a plaintive, wholly unfamiliar whine escaped her lips each time those blunt nails caressed the center of her soles. “MMmmmmhehehehe.”
“Oh so our naked track and field girl can make these sounds too.” She whimpered as she felt his fingers suddenly glide faster.
"MMMMMmmhehe f-fuck you!"
She pulled as much as she could but the rope secured her ankles tightly. The sensation was maddening, being helplessly toyed with. Even when her feet could scrunch down or evade a stroke, the next upward stroke would inevitably grace her heels and eventually find their way up her soles.
The worst part was she could feel how lightly he was touching her feet, how casual and lazily his fingers drifted up and down, affording her the brief mercies of jerking her poor feet away. Teasing, taunting the awful reality that his fingers could chase her feet if they wanted, could catch them and scratch deeply into her sensitive helpless soles.
"Cootchi cootchi coo," Carter whispered, his breath ghosting the tops of Grace's feet, caressing her twitching toes. "Oh how I love watching you squirm, my little tickle slut. I love seeing the fear in your dark eyes and your naked submissive soles dance at the slightest touch."
"Oh god Oh god oh god," Grace threw her head back. Just the words sent phantoms tickles down her tied up feet, accompanied by the geeky guy's feather-light strokes. Her tanned feet twisted down, wrinkling. "Can you shut UP?"
"Is that how you talk to your top?" Carter's palm cracked over the Asian girl's naked ass, then squeezed, sinking rough nails into her asshole. "Look at me when I'm talking to you."
Grace's jaw jutted out, her dark hair covering her gorgeous features as she glared back, levelly. Her recently spanked ass felt raw as Carter's clenched hand explored its plump surface but her eyes were expressionless.
"I asked you a question." Those beautiful Asian eyes twitched as his nails drifted down her arches again. Always a weak spot. "Now you told me to warn you when I tickled your big, submissive, Vietnamese soles. And even though you've been such a lazy brat this whole month, I was kind enough to oblige. Cootchie cootchie coo. Cootchie cootchi coo."
Grace's composure continued to weaken, her lip twitching into a forced smile from its angry moue. Her long, size 9 soles, flushed pink and glistening with lotion, flailed inches from Carter's face, huge and foreshortened in their glistening, sweaty glory, as he scrolled his fingers up and down, savoring their flushed heat and velvety softness, while watching her weakening expression.
"Grace Nguyen," Carter said her name like her parents used to do when she refused to play violin. "I need you to be a good girl for me. I need you to be respectful and honest." He leaned forward, tracing the wrinkles on her soles. Though slightly smeared by the oil, Grace Nguyen’s own handwritten words, curved along the long canvas of her arches, announcing her humiliation and submission. Carter traced the ink, reading “Tickle Me” and “Property of Carter Davis” in immaculate cursive.
“I want to hear it. Tell me what a slut you are.”
Grace flashed him a glare and then gasped as he suddenly grabbed her left foot and scribbled all five fingers on her sole. A ticklish supernova lit up on her foot and her resolve broke like a dam.“EhehahahahahaHAHAHAHA!” She exploded into movement, slamming her hips and flopping on the table, her muscular naked body impotent for all its strength. "HAHahsahaha Staawwp! Noooo FUUUCK!"
“Aren’t you?” Carter repeated in a faux tutor voice. He grabbed her long toes and yanked them back, nails biting into the soft undersides of her toes. Horror struck Grace as her foot was suddenly stretched taut, wrinkles smoothing out into a long tense canvas from heel to toes. Grace had a second to perceive, with mounting dread, the sudden press of his rough hand against her exposed sole, before her once-hated roommate raked five fingers across her stretched out arch.
Grace screamed, lips frozen in a rictus. Her whole foot quivered, juxtaposing the explosive thrashing of her athletic body as she tossed her long dark hair.
“Answer me, pet,” Carter said, focusing his scratching on the taut yellowish centers of her pale soles where the skin was thinnest, sending the naked Asian beauty into renewed hysterics.
“AHAHAHHAA!” Grace howled, muscular shoulders flexing. “HAHAHAHA Not there ahahaha!”
“Be a good pet and tell me.”
“HAHAHA I - HAHAH I am a slut AHAHAHA Stawp please!” Grace’s face burned with humiliation as the words burst from her lips, high pitched and utterly alien to her typical mien. Her naked butt bounced on the table, the table legs shaking unconfidently as its passenger fought tooth and nail to break free. Carter's fingers on her toes were a vice, yanking the digits back, while his other fingers scribbled cruelly over the flat planes of her smooth Asian sole.
"I HAHAHAHA I'm a slut AHHAHA! PLEASE STOP TICKLING ME!!!"
Carter drew his hand back. A sharp slap on her sole made her exhale sharply.
“And are you my slut?” Carter asked, as though guiding a particularly slow first year student. He shifted his hand to grab more of the toes on her other foot now, pulling them backwards, stretching both her high arches taut.
“I am your slut,” Grace whimpered, gasping.
Carter stroked her long legs, caressing her thighs, his other hand still tensioning her toes back. His free hand drifted down to her suspended pussy, feeling its soaked juices. Grace moaned as she felt his fingers trace her wet outer lips, pleasure and shame coursing through her. Words, thought, pride all seemed like foreign concepts as she felt her vulnerable arches pulled back on display while her tormentor's lazy fingers teased her pussy.
“Are you my ticklish little Asian slut?”
Each adjective was like an arrow to Grace’s core, the syllables zipping directly to her burning vagina, shocking her mind with their blatant objectification. Shame and desire blossomed in her stomach. She'd always suspected her roommate had a thing for Asian girls, which made her predicament all the more humilliating. She opened her mouth to say something - anything - when she felt his nails descend on her helpless soles.
“AHAHAHA No-not the other f-foot!” Grace begged. Her eyes screwed shut, fists clenched underneath the table. "HAHAHAHA Please ahahaha!"
Something wet and hot engulfed her free foot, enveloping her two smallest toes. He was sucking on her toes, rasping his tongue roughly, bullying her toes apart, pushing between them, under them, biting gently.
“Wwhhhaat hahahaha the fuck!” Grace slammed her head back, her sides hurt from laughing so hard. She felt his mouth move from toe to toe, having his way with her digits, then move inexorably down to her arches like a wet suction.
“Say it,” he said, detaching his mouth to briefly pepper her sole with slobbery kisses. “Tell me what you are.” He slapped her ass again hard.
Grace shook her head, raven hair flying, shaking the coffee table with her struggles.
“Say it,” barked Carter, raking both hands across her long Vietnamese soles, digging his nails into her moist wrinkles. He spanked her ass over and over between tickles, the abused cheeks jiggling. “Tell me now.”
The tickling intensified to a level she never thought possible. Grace's laughter cracked into a raspy staccato, gasping for air. Every inch of her sole alive with ticklish lightning.
Then his fingers wormed into her toes, blunt nails finding the sensitive soft skin underneath, hurling her into another stratosphere of torment. "NO NO PLease not there hahaha!" Grace begged. "Don't tickle my toes! Nooo!"
"Don't tickle your toes?" Carter smirked.
Grace nodded desperately, laughter tearing from her lips. "PLEEaaase!"
"Fine."
He engulfed her toes again, taking almost all five in his mouth. Grace screamed, high-pitched with shock and horror.
Her toes clenched down on his tongue, desperate to escape their wet slimey realm. Locked lips sucked down to the stems of her toes then back up to the first joint in slow hungry pulls, coating her sensitive toes in a sheath of thick mealy saliva. Even with her eyes resolutely slammed shut, she could not remove the vision of her feet being sucked on, heightening the screams tearing from her mouth as her other foot lit up with ticklish eruptions.
Grace couldn't take it anymore. Tears streamed down her face. She gave one last shrill screech of pure frustration before forcing the words she knew he wanted like rocks out of her throat.
“HAHAHAHA I - I am your ticklish little Asian slut!”
A flood of shame and arousal coursed through the popular Asian girl. Tied up, completely naked, soaked in sweat, tickled and toyed with by her roommate and forced to say whatever he wanted all - Grace Nguyen didn’t know if she wanted to scream or beg for more.
"Again, let me hear you louder." Grace's heart sank as Carter dove back into slurping her toes.
It turns out she could have both. Between her screams and howls, Grace found herself repeating her humiliating statement, begging incoherently until her throat felt raw, as her roommate had his way with her arches and her toes.
After what felt like an eternity, Carter pulled his mouth from her toes and wiped his mouth. Her creamy soles were now a shade of vivid, abused crimson, coated in shiny saliva, glowing with flushed exertion.
Grace collapsed on her ropes, perky breasts rising with every ragged breath, a sheen of sweat glistening off her long cappuccino body. She was dimly aware of the snot on her upper lip, the tracks of tears on her cheeks, her sweaty hair pressed damply on her face, the dull ache on her bare ass. She won't cry. She wouldn't.
"Up."
Grace ignored the cramps in her legs as she rose unsteadily to her knees. The carpet dug into her skin, the cold air bracing against her sweaty body. Pride had no place her new predicament. The collared Asian American kept her legs slightly apart so her roommate could see her wet, insolent pussy and the bottoms of her abused feet.
Carter hummed as he pulled the leash towards his bedroom. "It's time for a change of scenery."
The sight of his cocky popular roommate crawling on all fours felt surreal. The Asian princess was lightyears above Carter's social circle. Now she was on her knees, her apple-firm ass up in the air, her perfect face hovering inches from his own socked feet, ass and soles glowing crimson where he'd marked her.
"Move," said Carter, yanking hard.
He led her to the mirror by their front door and took a long appreciative look of the infallible, self-possessed Grace Nguyen, kneeling by his feet, her honey-colored body naked and tied, long raven locks framing her angelic face and dark stunning eyes.
"Turn around," he ordered.
Grace obeyed, shuffling herself so that her abused ass and long reddened soles were facing the mirror. Carter's stomach dropped at the submissive sight.
"Wiggle your toes and tell me what you are."
Grace hesitated just a heartbeat, then obediently wiggled her long toes, forcing the shameful words into the coarse rug her face was pressed against: "I - I am your ticklish Asian slut, Sir."
Carter smiled. "Good girl."
Once satisfied with the display, he led her to his bedroom and tugged, ushering his over achieving roommate to pull herself onto the bed mattress.
"On your front. Put your wrists behind your back and cross your ankles."
Trepidation thundered in Grace's ribs as she rolled onto her chest, shaking her dark hair out of her face. She folded her long arms behind her, and crossed her ankles. A sudden bend of mattress told her Carter had clambered up behind her.
"Soles up."
Grace shivered as she lifted her crossed ankles. Her bare soles faced upwards, inches from his face. "Good girl. Now stay." Coarse rope snaked around her wrists, then ankles, binding her in a hogtie.
Grace whimpered as he tied her ankles closer and closer to her neck until her knees left the mattress, and her body was contorted into a half-circle, a torus as her Physics prof might say. Her wrists and ankles burned. Unlike her previous pose, the Asian girl had no slack at all: her long straight limbs were stretched to their limit, only her fingers and toes could brave some movement.
Grace wanted to say something brave. Instead, she found that childish, submissive tone returning. "P-please Sir, I'm sorry-"
Another slap on her abused ass, followed by a long savoring squeeze, making her wince. Grace exhaled sharply as two fingers suddenly shoved into her vagina from behind, squelching. He buried his fingers knuckle-deep inside her. As Grace arched her back, Carter leaned forward and licked her foot from heel to toe, savoring the salty taste.
What are you doing, she meant to say but instead moaned: “mgghhaaahugh.”
“You taste so good,” he said, breathing heavily himself. His erection pressed so painfully against his jeans, it was everything he could do not to move too suddenly. Her wet, hot pussy squelched as he pumped his fingers back and forth. The tight moist walls of her core squeezed his invasive digits. Despite herself, Grace found herself gasping and moaning, her toes flexing inside Carter's mouth, nails digging into his cheeks.
If that wasn't humiliating enough, she felt him grab her hair roughly, possessively. His other fingers still thrusting inside her, he rode the hogtied Asian girl, rocking his suctioning mouth over her feet in rhythm to his aggressive fingers ramming into her helpless pussy while holding her in place by her hair. Grace's moans rose, tears jeweling her dark eyes.
When he finally popped his fingers out, Grace gasped. She suddenly ached to wrap her legs around something, to feel a cock inside her.
A few minutes later, he returned with a brush and more lotion.
Grace screwed her eyes shut as a fresh dollop of cold lotion was slapped on her reddened brutalized soles. New, damp, sensitivity slid down her sole, bringing with it the sensation of cold air. No no no! She squeezed her toes, scrunching her feet, heart pounding.
A hard slap echoed against her soles, making her wince. “Open your toes, slut.”
“Ye-yes sir.” Like flower petals, her long elegant toes unfolded, stretching wide. She yelped as lotion was worked between them, rubbing thoroughly.
Suddenly, a million bristles scraped her red, abused soles, sending a fresh scream tearing through her lips as she strained desperately against her binds. Hoarse laughter heaved from her lungs as the former cocky athlete struggled and thrashed, begging helplessly.
Carter had grabbed one foot still, holding it in place while he ravaged it with the Asian girl’s own hairbrush.
“AHAHAHAHAA!” Grace howled, wheezing nearly out of breath. “NOT THE BRUSH AHAHAHA!”
Carter dragged the hairbrush in rough zig zags first horizontally, then vertically, the stiff bristles making loud scratching noises as they scraped all across the Asian beauty’s sweaty, shiny sole.
Then he grabbed the other foot, and gave it the same treatment, pressing the hairbrush cruelly into the soft sole and scraping it until his elbow hurt. Grace's laughter had dissolved into a gasping, mewling whine, punctuated with soft coughs that hinted at barely contained tears. Her body, as though betraying its owner, still reacted fiercely like a marionet.
“You’re probably enjoying this, aren’t you?” Carter smirked, watching the hapless hogtied Asian struggle and heave big gasps of air. “I bet you love when I do this to your submissive feet.” He slapped her ass, watching it jiggle. "To your submissive ass." His fingers pinched her moist vagina, palm grinding against her pelvic bone. "To your submissive pussy."
Grace could only shake her furiously. She didn’t trust herself to speak.
It didn’t help that the dorm was now positively rank with the smell of her own desperation, a pungent mix of her sweat and arousal.
Carter gave each foot a final scrape with the hairbrush, then reached over and placed its handle between her teeth. Grace felt lightheaded and dizzy, her eyes tracking her roommate’s movements, but obediently gripped the handle between her molars, tensing as he retrieved something else - one of her own instruments she’d provided.
Sweat poured down her face, dripping down the side of her temple, curving past her ear. Her long dark hair was a sweaty clump pressed to her forehead and neck. Behind her head, her bound hands flexed and clenched under the table, utterly impotent. Every shift of breeze on her hypersensitized bare soles or her exposed gaping pussy or asshole sent her twisting with anticipation, her abs aching with exertion.
Why is this turning me on so fucking much?
Some time later, Carter left to take a break, stretch his legs. He kept Grace tied up though, placing a blindfold and stuffing her mouth with her own dirty white socks. After a generous exploration of different brushes, spiked wheels, feathers and bristly gloves, her abused soles dangled raw and crimson. A pool of saliva darkened the mattress by her face.
A Cola later and checking the time - well past midnight - Carter hummed as he returned.
"Miss me?" he asked, removing Grace's blindfold and pulling her own disgusting socks from her mouth.
"Ugh...believe it or not, no," mumbled the college athlete, some spark returning in her dark eyes looking up at him. "Is that a hair clip?"
Carter stroked her hair and then placed what appeared to be a pair of black cat ears over her head, matching seamlessly with her sweaty black hair. Along with the white collar standing starkly on her neck, Grace looked every bit the perfect slave.
"So I'm a cat-girl now. Way to be original," she said, slightly muffled with the hairbrush between her teeth. After their respite, some of her usual cockiness had revived.
"You're whatever I want you to be." Carter leaned closer, stroking her cute nose. He grabbed her cheeks and forced her to look up at him, enjoying the sight of Grace's annoyed face juxtaposing the cute cat ears and submissive collar on her neck. "Now give me a cute smile."
"Kindly go fuck yourself-mph" Grace flinched as he twisted her nipple.
Then he walked his other hand across, before squeezing her armpit, making the Asian girl thrash, nearly dropping the hairbrush between her teeth., her face still held immobile by him.
Grace squirmed, elbows trembling, as the blonde first-year squirrelled his fingers into the open sockets of her armpits, sliding down the sweaty skin with a torturer's leasurely stroll. She knew he wanted to see her laugh, to giggle girlishly while adorning some stupid Anime cat ears, and she was surprised at how much she didn't want to give him the pleasure.
The Asian girl fiercely clamped her teeth against her hairbrush, glaring up at her tormentor, even as she shook and trembled, jerking slightly to each side as his fingers wriggled down her armpit.
Just when she thought it was over, she'd mastered her horribly sensitive armpits, she felt a hand close over her taut stomach and dig into her abs. The hairbrush clattered to the table as Grace's mouth opened in an O of surprise, her slim abs crunching. Carter skittered his fingers along her waist, and girlish humiliating laughter spilled from the Asian girl. "HAHAHEHEHEHEHAHAHA!"
"There's that cute smile," said Carter, smiling. Seeing the intelligent Physics major in such a humiliating position, whimpering and drooling, felt like he was in an erotic fantasy as he continued tickling her stomach, tits and armpits.
Next, Carter dragged the spiky wheel across her feet, then across her naked stretched out torso, making her tense and whimper as it dragged over her sensitive brown nipples until they were hard as bullets.
After that were the feathers which ghosted over her sweaty helpless armpits, between her toes, and around the delicate, hyper sensitive skin around her open asshole.
Then a thin flexible rod which struck the soles of her feet, as Grace counted aloud, until the last strike made her cry out. By then she was sobbing freely, her abused feet curled up.
A sudden buzz made her freeze, and lifting her head, Grace mumbled frantic protests. Carter pressed her electric toothbrush against her arch. A ticklish explosion went off on her foot, and a fresh reserve of struggling and begging took over the hapless Asian girl.
All the while, the engineering major had kept spanking her ass which became a bright apple crimson, or ravaging her pussy. Pulled between ticklish torment and helpless arousal, Grace Nguyen pleaded and begged, tears streaking down her face. She debased herself, she licked Carter’s fingers when they brushed her lips, she spread her toes wide, her ass cheeks open, offered acts of service between bouts of hysterical laughter that would’ve made her shudder hours ago.
Finally, the Physics major lolled her head, chest rising up and down with gasping, hoarse breaths, fingers and toes slack. Every inch of her ravaged body felt a million times more sensitive.
Carter couldn’t take it anymore. He unzipped his pants, undid her ankle rope, and then grabbed Grace’s thighs.
Her thighs tensed, their strong sprinter muscles flexing under his fingers. Grace’s eyes widened, brows knitted, the arousal in her dark almond shaped eyes so fierce and needful that her formerly cold, aristocratic face had transformed into a mask of pure helpless pleading lust.
He pushed his cock into her, burying it all the way to the end, and the Asian American moaned.
Her strong legs tensed and then squeezed his waist, toes curled up tightly. The hairbrush clattered off the table. Grace’s snaggletooth bit down on her lip as she whimpered. “Yes…yes…yes.”
Carter pumped back and forth slowly, careful not to come too quickly. He maneuvered one of her long legs so it was wrapped over his shoulder instead, her bare foot dangling near his face, and plunged his mouth into its sole.
For a while the dorm was quiet save for Carter’s slobbering mouth over Grace’s foot, the squelch of his cock pumping her tight vagina, and Grace’s gasping, mewling moans which began to grow louder and louder.
His cock filled her completely, stretching her insides, making her feel tiny as it slammed inside her depths, before pulling back, leaving her suddenly empty, needful, and then slamming forward again. The ropes bit into her wrists, forcing her in place, unable to do anything but just take it.
Her moans grew low and guttural, almost animalistic as Carter fucked her. Grace’s mind was a white hot supernova unable to form a single thought except that she was getting fucked while tied to a table. All her training, her pride, her muscles, talent and smarts meant nothing as the Asian girl felt the fat cock push through the inner walls of her core.
The pleasure built and built until Grace shattered, a piercing scream tearing from her lips. A second later, she heard a grunt and felt a hot stream enter her, filling her up. She crashed down, completely spent, used up, unable to move even a finger.
Tingling all over, dripping in a mix of fluids, Grace Nguyen closed her eyes. Her beet-red face one of total satisfaction.
Normalcy reasserted itself with surprising speed.
That night, after a long hour of after-care, Grace crawled under the covers with Carter, pressed up against him. The next morning, she rose up, stretching cat-like, and padded to the kitchen to make breakfast. Carter, uncharacteristically, slept in.
Grace felt unbelievably refreshed, as though yesterday had revitalized her instead of ravaged her. Her body still bore the red marks on her ass and soles, which sent a shiver of pleasure when she saw them, as well as rope marks on her wrists and ankles. Those she’d have to hide from her friends during track practice.
After cooking a pan of fresh eggs and bacon, Grace plopped down on the couch and uncapped a new pen. She tucked her foot against her lap and pulled her toe backwards, stretching her sole out. She wrote on her left foot in perfect cursive "Carter Davis' Tickle Slut" from heel to toes. On her other sole, the more succinct "Punish me". She walked to the mirror and lifted her arches one at a time, splaying her toes out, and smiling at the submissive image.
Then she walked back to Carter's bedroom.
The next few days fell into a comfortable yet exciting rhythm of trying new things and pushing boundaries. Carter purchased another package from Amazon, paging through manuals of safe usage, especially ones that had hooks or straps or chains.
More than once, Grace pushed her roommate’s patience on purpose.
Like an attention seeking brat, she dropped dishes by accident, or propping her bare feet in his lap while he was working, wiggling her toes mischievously. Annoyed, Carter would tie her to his bed spread-eagle, before pressing the electrodes back on her nipples, neck, palms, soles, ribs, pussy, and armpits. The track star’s protests were cut off by a thick ball gag and blindfold. Shaking his head, Carter would return to his studies while Grace’s muffled cries echoed.
One day they were curled up on the couch, Carter thumbing through the TV when he saw a recorded video that Grace had uploaded via her laptop just yesterday.
It was a video of a tall Asian girl who looked younger than Grace sitting on a stage in a sheer black dress, a violin tucked under her chin, her eyes downcast. She began playing classical solos, the strings emitting beautiful haunting music.
“Is that you?” Carter asked, impressed.
“Mmmph,” said Grace.
Carter pulled the soaked ball gag from his roommate’s lips, and grabbed her chin, turning it so it faced the TV.
She had been particularly naughty that day and was hogtied in a strict bow, her feet dangling above her shoulders. As usual, Carter had her naked, although a criss-cross of leather bindings cut through her trim tanned figure, emphasizing her supple breasts and toned physique. Her leash was tied to the table leg, and a pair of fuzzy cat ears adorned her head. The coup de gras was a strap that tightened over her narrow hips, and fastened a metal O ring between her ass cheeks, obscenely spreading them.
“No sir,” said Grace. “That’s my mom back in her senior year at Harvard. She’s coming to visit next week for the Summer Eve Concert that our city puts on. I’ve been watching her songs because of course I’ll have to play in it. Every year it’s the worst moment of my life.”
“Next week you say.” Carter casually stroked her bare back, feeling her stiffen. “You should ask your mom to come visit our dorm. We have an extra room now, after all.”
Grace gaped. “Seriously? Dude.”
He slapped her bare ass. “Relax, I just want to meet her.”
Grace winced. “OK, OK. Whatever. But she’s a cold heartless bitc -mmph”
Carter stuffed the ball gag back into her mouth as she glared, and un-paused the TV. He watched the rest of the recital, smiling, as he stroked Grace’s gorgeous feet.
I went a little overindulgent on this one, departing from the general slice-of-life of the previous part in favor of a longer and somewhat darker tickle session. Hopefully, the shift in tone wasn't too drastic and you still enjoyed the general story. Thank you to everyone for all the kind comments on the previous part!
Part 1: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threa...ns-her-lesson-m-f-part-1.449026/#post-5908999
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