Backstep
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“One - ‘Van Gogh.’ We have small paintbrushes, and a wide variety of colors to choose from. We use those soft bristles to paint every ticklish patch of skin we can find to create a masterpiece while our victim writhes. One of my favorite things to do is to take a particularly fluffy one, slip the gooey head into the navel and gently spin it over and over. Between the toes also usually gets a good reaction.
Two - ‘Fortune Tellers.’ Like palm reading, except we gently trace the lines criss-crossing the soles of the feet, the creases in the underarms, and anything we can glean from the heaving bare belly. Sometimes we go one at a time, or all at once, but either way, we can tell what awaits in the future in the end, other than helpless laughter.
Three - ‘Best Friends.’ Our poor dogs Sparks and Penny haven't had their dinner yet today, and they’d just love to slurp up some beef gravy. We tie back the toes so that their tongues can hungrily lap at bare feet, but when we move onto the underarms, we’d have to get a gag ready so that the screaming laughter doesn’t scare them off. If things get really frisky, we’ll take off the underwear and dribble a little gravy down there, too.
Four - ‘Creepy Crawlies.’ We have beetles, meant for chickens to eat, but they’ll do the job here. Disease-free and they won’t bite, but when several dozen are wandering over one’s sweat-soaked body, shrieking in anguish, one might almost wish for stinging. It’s especially fun when you get some ‘ants in your pants,’ if you catch my drift.
Five - ‘Sole Cleansing.’ Don’t let the title fool you, we’re only going to start with the bottoms of the feet. We have small containers of soapy water and cleaning implements both manual and electric to work over every bit of skin. One favorite of mine is the water flosser: a thin, hard stream of water to wash away soap, perfect for every nook and cranny.
Six - ‘Free For All.’ Whatever we’re in the mood for. Sometimes you just want to lick some chocolate candies between some spasming toes, or nuzzle a heaving ribcage, or break out the lotion and see which hairbrush gets the best reaction. Whatever the case, we experiment with every item of torture at our disposal.”
The young woman sat back in her chair; the gleam in her eyes was that of a sadist with an unending line of helpless victims. “And then we roll to see which one she gets.” She tossed the six-sided die into the air, caught it deftly, and flicked it across the table. “What do you think of how we do things?” she asked, licking her lips.
The young man across from her snagged it with the focus of a star wide receiver and grinned like a crocodile. “I think this spring we’re both going to have the best hell week pledging events ever.”
“One - ‘Van Gogh.’ We have small paintbrushes, and a wide variety of colors to choose from. We use those soft bristles to paint every ticklish patch of skin we can find to create a masterpiece while our victim writhes. One of my favorite things to do is to take a particularly fluffy one, slip the gooey head into the navel and gently spin it over and over. Between the toes also usually gets a good reaction.
Two - ‘Fortune Tellers.’ Like palm reading, except we gently trace the lines criss-crossing the soles of the feet, the creases in the underarms, and anything we can glean from the heaving bare belly. Sometimes we go one at a time, or all at once, but either way, we can tell what awaits in the future in the end, other than helpless laughter.
Three - ‘Best Friends.’ Our poor dogs Sparks and Penny haven't had their dinner yet today, and they’d just love to slurp up some beef gravy. We tie back the toes so that their tongues can hungrily lap at bare feet, but when we move onto the underarms, we’d have to get a gag ready so that the screaming laughter doesn’t scare them off. If things get really frisky, we’ll take off the underwear and dribble a little gravy down there, too.
Four - ‘Creepy Crawlies.’ We have beetles, meant for chickens to eat, but they’ll do the job here. Disease-free and they won’t bite, but when several dozen are wandering over one’s sweat-soaked body, shrieking in anguish, one might almost wish for stinging. It’s especially fun when you get some ‘ants in your pants,’ if you catch my drift.
Five - ‘Sole Cleansing.’ Don’t let the title fool you, we’re only going to start with the bottoms of the feet. We have small containers of soapy water and cleaning implements both manual and electric to work over every bit of skin. One favorite of mine is the water flosser: a thin, hard stream of water to wash away soap, perfect for every nook and cranny.
Six - ‘Free For All.’ Whatever we’re in the mood for. Sometimes you just want to lick some chocolate candies between some spasming toes, or nuzzle a heaving ribcage, or break out the lotion and see which hairbrush gets the best reaction. Whatever the case, we experiment with every item of torture at our disposal.”
The young woman sat back in her chair; the gleam in her eyes was that of a sadist with an unending line of helpless victims. “And then we roll to see which one she gets.” She tossed the six-sided die into the air, caught it deftly, and flicked it across the table. “What do you think of how we do things?” she asked, licking her lips.
The young man across from her snagged it with the focus of a star wide receiver and grinned like a crocodile. “I think this spring we’re both going to have the best hell week pledging events ever.”
Coming from a great writer like you, it means a lot. 
