PART 2
The maid knelt down at my wife’s captive feet. The maid then held up her beautifully manicured hands and teasingly wiggled her fingers for my wife to see, my wife’s eyes got REAL big, knowing what was about to happen. Teresa was yelling into her gag which only produced muffled sounds. My wife tried wiggling her feet but was unable to escape the torture she knew was coming. The maid smiled deviously at Teresa as her nails descended on my wife’s helpless soles. Once her nails made contact with my wife’s soles, it was over!! The wife went crazy, trying to wiggle her feet, trying to bounce her body up and down on the bed and continued screaming into the gag which only caused the maid to smile more deviously at Teresa, knowing she was at her mercy and helpless to stop whatever the maid wanted to do to her prisoner. The maid started to lightly scratch a single finger nail with each hand in the middle of each of my wife’s taut helpless soles. The scratching was maddening!! My wife’s head was going back and forth and pounding into her pillow but nothing she did could prevent the ticking sensation her soles were experiencing. The maid relentlessly kept up the light scratching with a single nail in the center of each sole, driving Teresa nuts!! The maid continued to just smile at Teresa as she kept up her torture. After about ten minutes, I could see the tears rolling down my wife’s cheeks and her hair was becoming plastered to her tear and sweat soaked face. Without even stopping, the maid started to use the rest of her nails to start scribbling all over Teresa’s soles. She scribbled up and down, back and forth, side to side and my wife was in hysterics. She scratched the base of her toes and the taut pads of her feet which drove Teresa wild. Terea’s muffled pleas went silent as she was in such hysterics she couldn’t even make sounds anymore. I almost felt bad for her but was enjoying the show too much to rescue her. I looked around as the bulge in my pants grew. I was playing with my cock outside my shorts while watching this awesome scene unfold before my eyes. Teresa’s head was going from side to side and bouncing on the pillow as the maid continued to work over both of Teresa’s helpless taut and tied soles on both her feet. I could see my wife’s hair starting to stick to her face as the sweat was building and tears were starting to run down her cheeks.
The maid was so into tickling my wife’s feet, the more my wife bucked and squirmed, the more the maid was really getting into it. Looks like she has done this before!! She started working her nails a little harder ad scribbling faster, which only made my wife try to scream louder, to no avail. After about ten minutes the maid stopped and my wife collapsed on the bed in a sweaty mess. The maid stood up, laughed at my wife’s situation and proceeded to walk over to the table of implements. “What else can I try here?”, the maid said out loud looking over the tools laid out on the table. “This looks interesting” the maid said as she picked up an electric toothbrush. The maid turned it on. My wife’s eyes got HUGE. The maid looked at my wife with that devilish grin, and turned it off. She repeated turning the brush on and off as she walked slowly towards my wife. “Did you brush your teeth today miss snooty?”, the maid said as she continued to flick the toothbrush on and off. My wife was shaking her head, knowing what was about to happen. The maid walked towards my wife’s naked upper body and turned the brush on. She slowly moved the vibrating brush to my wife’s left nipple and held it there, barely touching the nipple as my wife started to squirm. The maid applied the brush a little harder and my wife’s eyes then clamped shut, trying to ignore the tickling sensation the brush had on her left nipple. It was no use, my wife tried to turn her body but couldn’t go far as the maid kept the brush applied to her nipple, taunting Teresa, “What’s the matter miss snooty, does this tickle?”. As the brush worked over Teresa’s nipple the muffled screams got louder. My wife’s nipples were hard as rocks as the maid worked the brush over the left nipple, then the right, then back to the left, then the right. She kept this up as Teresa was trying to turn from one side to the other to avoid the torture. The maid then straddled my wife’s hips to stop her body from turning sided to side. Now Teresa was trapped!! She couldn’t move either direction. She just had to lay there and take the torture the maid was exacting on her nipples. The torture continued until Teresa stopped wiggling from exhaustion and laid still and accepted her fate. After about five minutes of torturing her nipples, the maid decided she wanted to move on. The maid moved the vibrating brushes along my wife’s side up to her shaven armpit. Teresa’s arm started to shake as the brush buzzed in the hollow of her clean shaven armpit. Teresa tried to pull her arms down but it was no use, she was tied very tight, I saw to that!! The maid moved the brush from one armpit, across her breasts to the other…and back again. Teresa was tearing once again from the ticklish agony her underarms were being subjected to. After teasing Teresa’s armpits and nipples for another ten minutes, the maid switched the brush off. As soon as the brush shut off you could see Teresa breathe a sigh of relief. She just laid there sweating and breathing heavy trying to recover from the tickle torture her nipples and armpits just received at the hands of someone she did not like very much..
“Well, that was fun”, said the maid as dismounted my wife’s mid-section and started to walk slowly to the foot of the bed. “Your nipples loved this, I wonder how your feet will like it miss snooty?”, the maid said as she turned the brushes on and moved the brush to Teresa’s right foot. My wife’s eyes were as big as golf balls once again, having snapped out of her temporary rest, knowing what was about to happen. A soon as the brush touched Teresa’s feet, my wife started trying to scream, “MMMMMPPPPHHHHHHH, NNNNNMMMMPPPHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!” , nothing but muffled noise came out. The maid once again kneeled down to get comfortable and started moving the vibrating brush all over my wife’s right sole. My wife was going CRAZY trying to move around but was unable to. The maid then grabbed my wife’s right foot and worked the brush between my wife’s toes…..Teresa went ballistic, thrashing, throwing her head side to side, nothing she could do prevented the maid from having full access to her feet.
The maid started to alternate between feet then stopped, stood up and went to the table. “If you liked that miss snooty, then you will LOVE this”, and with that the maid picked up a second electric toothbrush, looked at my wife’s pleading eyes, turned them both on and approached my wife’s feet. The maid held both brushes against Teres’a soles as Teresa had tears rolling down her cheeks and the muffled cries seemed to once again be getting weaker as she went into a silent laughing fit. The maid could not care less about giving her a break and she continued to apply the brushes to my wife’s soles and glide them all over her toes, the base of her toes and all over Teresa’s feet. I saw Teresa’s eyes roll into the back of her head when the maid ran the brushes between the toes of both feet. My wife was truly broken at that point. After about fifyeen minutes of total assault on Teresa’s feet with the brushes, the maid shut them off and placed them back on the table. “We are having so much fun, aren’t we miss snooty?”. My wife could only watch the maid with her eyes as her voice had gone hoarse and her will to fight was gone. The maid could do as she pleased at this point.
“Let’s try something different as I think you are enjoying this too much”, said the maid with that evil grin. The maid walked to the table and laid the toothbrushes down. She then reached over and grabbed a riding crop from the table and approached my exhausted wife. “I think I will give you a break from tickling”, said the maid and with that, “THWACK”, the crop smacked my wife’s left nipple. This got Teresa’s attention as she looked at the maid with her sweat and tear soaked face. “THWACK, THWACK, THWACK” was all I heard as the crop whipped the left nipple. My wife was trying to scream but her voice was hoarse from all the noises she was forced to make and nothing came out. I could see the wife’s expression as her eyes were pleading with the maid. The maid did not seem to care. She raised the crop and “THWACK”, brought it down on top of my wife’s right nipple. “Oh, I love that sound” the maid said as she brought the crop down again and again on her right nipple. The tears once again were running down my wife’s cheeks. The maid started alternating the blows between the nipples as my wife just scrunched her face trying to deal with the abuse her nipples were taking, helpless to do anything about it, just lie there and take it. I could see my wife’s breasts getting red. The maid kept alternating whacking her nipples for about three minutes. Then she put the crop down and picked up the pinwheel and walked to my wife’s side, bent down and whispered something in her ear. I saw my wife’s eyes get wide as the maid started to run the pinwheel over her sensitive nipples. My wife just cringed as the maid traced pinwheel over Teresa’s now ultra -sensitive tits. First the right breast, then the left. She kept this up for about a minute as the wife pleading with her eyes. The maid placed the pinwheel on the table and picked up two feathers. She walked over to my wife and once again straddled my wife’s mid-section. The maid then started gently drawing the feathers over both her nipples, which were still sensitive from the spanking her nipples took. I could tell the relief in my wife’s eyes as the feathers fluttered over my wife’s very sensitive nipples, which once again began to harden significantly. Teresa was squirming, moaning and giggling as the feathers caressed her nipples and the sides of her breasts…..TO BE CONTINUED
The maid knelt down at my wife’s captive feet. The maid then held up her beautifully manicured hands and teasingly wiggled her fingers for my wife to see, my wife’s eyes got REAL big, knowing what was about to happen. Teresa was yelling into her gag which only produced muffled sounds. My wife tried wiggling her feet but was unable to escape the torture she knew was coming. The maid smiled deviously at Teresa as her nails descended on my wife’s helpless soles. Once her nails made contact with my wife’s soles, it was over!! The wife went crazy, trying to wiggle her feet, trying to bounce her body up and down on the bed and continued screaming into the gag which only caused the maid to smile more deviously at Teresa, knowing she was at her mercy and helpless to stop whatever the maid wanted to do to her prisoner. The maid started to lightly scratch a single finger nail with each hand in the middle of each of my wife’s taut helpless soles. The scratching was maddening!! My wife’s head was going back and forth and pounding into her pillow but nothing she did could prevent the ticking sensation her soles were experiencing. The maid relentlessly kept up the light scratching with a single nail in the center of each sole, driving Teresa nuts!! The maid continued to just smile at Teresa as she kept up her torture. After about ten minutes, I could see the tears rolling down my wife’s cheeks and her hair was becoming plastered to her tear and sweat soaked face. Without even stopping, the maid started to use the rest of her nails to start scribbling all over Teresa’s soles. She scribbled up and down, back and forth, side to side and my wife was in hysterics. She scratched the base of her toes and the taut pads of her feet which drove Teresa wild. Terea’s muffled pleas went silent as she was in such hysterics she couldn’t even make sounds anymore. I almost felt bad for her but was enjoying the show too much to rescue her. I looked around as the bulge in my pants grew. I was playing with my cock outside my shorts while watching this awesome scene unfold before my eyes. Teresa’s head was going from side to side and bouncing on the pillow as the maid continued to work over both of Teresa’s helpless taut and tied soles on both her feet. I could see my wife’s hair starting to stick to her face as the sweat was building and tears were starting to run down her cheeks.
The maid was so into tickling my wife’s feet, the more my wife bucked and squirmed, the more the maid was really getting into it. Looks like she has done this before!! She started working her nails a little harder ad scribbling faster, which only made my wife try to scream louder, to no avail. After about ten minutes the maid stopped and my wife collapsed on the bed in a sweaty mess. The maid stood up, laughed at my wife’s situation and proceeded to walk over to the table of implements. “What else can I try here?”, the maid said out loud looking over the tools laid out on the table. “This looks interesting” the maid said as she picked up an electric toothbrush. The maid turned it on. My wife’s eyes got HUGE. The maid looked at my wife with that devilish grin, and turned it off. She repeated turning the brush on and off as she walked slowly towards my wife. “Did you brush your teeth today miss snooty?”, the maid said as she continued to flick the toothbrush on and off. My wife was shaking her head, knowing what was about to happen. The maid walked towards my wife’s naked upper body and turned the brush on. She slowly moved the vibrating brush to my wife’s left nipple and held it there, barely touching the nipple as my wife started to squirm. The maid applied the brush a little harder and my wife’s eyes then clamped shut, trying to ignore the tickling sensation the brush had on her left nipple. It was no use, my wife tried to turn her body but couldn’t go far as the maid kept the brush applied to her nipple, taunting Teresa, “What’s the matter miss snooty, does this tickle?”. As the brush worked over Teresa’s nipple the muffled screams got louder. My wife’s nipples were hard as rocks as the maid worked the brush over the left nipple, then the right, then back to the left, then the right. She kept this up as Teresa was trying to turn from one side to the other to avoid the torture. The maid then straddled my wife’s hips to stop her body from turning sided to side. Now Teresa was trapped!! She couldn’t move either direction. She just had to lay there and take the torture the maid was exacting on her nipples. The torture continued until Teresa stopped wiggling from exhaustion and laid still and accepted her fate. After about five minutes of torturing her nipples, the maid decided she wanted to move on. The maid moved the vibrating brushes along my wife’s side up to her shaven armpit. Teresa’s arm started to shake as the brush buzzed in the hollow of her clean shaven armpit. Teresa tried to pull her arms down but it was no use, she was tied very tight, I saw to that!! The maid moved the brush from one armpit, across her breasts to the other…and back again. Teresa was tearing once again from the ticklish agony her underarms were being subjected to. After teasing Teresa’s armpits and nipples for another ten minutes, the maid switched the brush off. As soon as the brush shut off you could see Teresa breathe a sigh of relief. She just laid there sweating and breathing heavy trying to recover from the tickle torture her nipples and armpits just received at the hands of someone she did not like very much..
“Well, that was fun”, said the maid as dismounted my wife’s mid-section and started to walk slowly to the foot of the bed. “Your nipples loved this, I wonder how your feet will like it miss snooty?”, the maid said as she turned the brushes on and moved the brush to Teresa’s right foot. My wife’s eyes were as big as golf balls once again, having snapped out of her temporary rest, knowing what was about to happen. A soon as the brush touched Teresa’s feet, my wife started trying to scream, “MMMMMPPPPHHHHHHH, NNNNNMMMMPPPHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!” , nothing but muffled noise came out. The maid once again kneeled down to get comfortable and started moving the vibrating brush all over my wife’s right sole. My wife was going CRAZY trying to move around but was unable to. The maid then grabbed my wife’s right foot and worked the brush between my wife’s toes…..Teresa went ballistic, thrashing, throwing her head side to side, nothing she could do prevented the maid from having full access to her feet.
The maid started to alternate between feet then stopped, stood up and went to the table. “If you liked that miss snooty, then you will LOVE this”, and with that the maid picked up a second electric toothbrush, looked at my wife’s pleading eyes, turned them both on and approached my wife’s feet. The maid held both brushes against Teres’a soles as Teresa had tears rolling down her cheeks and the muffled cries seemed to once again be getting weaker as she went into a silent laughing fit. The maid could not care less about giving her a break and she continued to apply the brushes to my wife’s soles and glide them all over her toes, the base of her toes and all over Teresa’s feet. I saw Teresa’s eyes roll into the back of her head when the maid ran the brushes between the toes of both feet. My wife was truly broken at that point. After about fifyeen minutes of total assault on Teresa’s feet with the brushes, the maid shut them off and placed them back on the table. “We are having so much fun, aren’t we miss snooty?”. My wife could only watch the maid with her eyes as her voice had gone hoarse and her will to fight was gone. The maid could do as she pleased at this point.
“Let’s try something different as I think you are enjoying this too much”, said the maid with that evil grin. The maid walked to the table and laid the toothbrushes down. She then reached over and grabbed a riding crop from the table and approached my exhausted wife. “I think I will give you a break from tickling”, said the maid and with that, “THWACK”, the crop smacked my wife’s left nipple. This got Teresa’s attention as she looked at the maid with her sweat and tear soaked face. “THWACK, THWACK, THWACK” was all I heard as the crop whipped the left nipple. My wife was trying to scream but her voice was hoarse from all the noises she was forced to make and nothing came out. I could see the wife’s expression as her eyes were pleading with the maid. The maid did not seem to care. She raised the crop and “THWACK”, brought it down on top of my wife’s right nipple. “Oh, I love that sound” the maid said as she brought the crop down again and again on her right nipple. The tears once again were running down my wife’s cheeks. The maid started alternating the blows between the nipples as my wife just scrunched her face trying to deal with the abuse her nipples were taking, helpless to do anything about it, just lie there and take it. I could see my wife’s breasts getting red. The maid kept alternating whacking her nipples for about three minutes. Then she put the crop down and picked up the pinwheel and walked to my wife’s side, bent down and whispered something in her ear. I saw my wife’s eyes get wide as the maid started to run the pinwheel over her sensitive nipples. My wife just cringed as the maid traced pinwheel over Teresa’s now ultra -sensitive tits. First the right breast, then the left. She kept this up for about a minute as the wife pleading with her eyes. The maid placed the pinwheel on the table and picked up two feathers. She walked over to my wife and once again straddled my wife’s mid-section. The maid then started gently drawing the feathers over both her nipples, which were still sensitive from the spanking her nipples took. I could tell the relief in my wife’s eyes as the feathers fluttered over my wife’s very sensitive nipples, which once again began to harden significantly. Teresa was squirming, moaning and giggling as the feathers caressed her nipples and the sides of her breasts…..TO BE CONTINUED
