Tickle Torture In The Dungeon: Jailer Tickles Imprisoned Woman
Summary:
Sandra finds herself bound and gagged in a dungeon. But she is not alone. The jailer is also present. And he enjoys torturing and tickling the helpless woman extensively.
Ticklish Woman Trapped In Dark Dungeon And At The Mercy Of Others
The air was damp and stuffy in the dark dungeon. Cold stone surrounded the room and the only light came from a trembling torch on the wall.
Sandra lay strapped to a wooden rack, her arms stretched out above her head, her legs locked at the ankles. A tight fabric gag kept her mouth closed so that only muffled sounds could be heard from her.
Her large hazel eyes gazed desperately in the direction of the jailer, who walked slowly around her like a predator toying with its prey.
“Oh, you poor thing,” he said mockingly, stroking his short beard. His voice was deep, almost a purr. “So sweet and helpless, just the way I like it.”
Sandra squirmed under his gaze, her body tense, but the straps held her in place. She was still wearing her white sneakers, which were slightly soiled, and her pink socks peeked out over them.
The jailer dropped his gaze to her feet and grinned. “You know, feet are an amazing thing. So sensitive, so vulnerable.”
Sandra shook her head violently and tried to say something, but the gag muffled everything to a miserable “Mmmph!”. He ignored her. Instead, he pulled up a small chair and sat at the foot of the rack.
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“Let’s start with the shoes, shall we?” He grabbed one of her sneakers with one hand and slowly pulled it down. A soft, telltale squeak of the material accompanied the movement until her little foot was exposed in the pink sock.
“Oh, how cute,” he said with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Pink socks. Suits you.”
Tickled With Socks: Jailer Teases Bound Woman
Sandra kicked with her other foot as best her ankles would allow, but he held her ankle firmly and took off the second shoe as well.
The socks were soft and thin, snug against her petite feet. Her toes wiggled restlessly in the fabric and the jailer laughed.
“Now we get to the fun part.” He let his fingers glide over the fabric of her socks with relish, starting at the heels and working his way up to the balls of her feet.
Sandra squirmed as best the straps would allow and a stifled giggle escaped her throat. “Ah, ticklish, eh? I thought so.”
He began to work more gently, letting his fingernails dance lightly over the sole of her left foot, then the right. The socks provided just enough protection to make the tickle bearable, but not enough to really stop it.
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Sandra’s body tensed, her fingers clutched at the straps above her head and her muffled giggles became more and more desperate.
“But that’s not enough,” said the jailer, reaching for the toe of her left sock. “Let’s see what you look like without these pretty things.” Slowly, he pulled the sock off, exposing her narrow heel, then the arch of her foot until her bare toes were visible.
“Perfect,” he murmured, dropping the sock beside him on the dungeon floor.
He repeated the process with the right sock. Now her bare feet lay before him, tender and soft. Her toes were slightly pink, her nails neatly manicured and shiny.
Sandra was trembling. Her whole body trembled with nervousness and anticipation.
Jailer Tickles A Woman's Feet With Fingers And Oil
“Beautiful,” said the jailer and touched the skin of her feet with his fingertips, this time without any barrier.
Sandra reacted immediately. She flinched violently and tried to pull her feet away, but the shackles still held her in place.
“Oh, you’re extremely ticklish,” he remarked as her muffled giggles turned into desperate laughter. Even with the gag, you could hear it clearly.
He took his time, letting his fingers glide over every sensitive spot on the soles of her feet – the delicate skin under her toes, the high arch, the soft heels.
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Sandra kicked wildly, her face red with exertion, tears streaming down her cheeks. “You’re a real piece of gold, you know that?” he said, pausing briefly to pick up a small bottle.
“This will make things even more interesting.” He poured a small amount of warm oil onto her bare soles and began to rub it in with slow, circular movements.
The oil made her skin even more sensitive and Sandra cried out from behind her gag as he began to tickle her again.
His fingers now slid unresistingly over the smooth, shiny skin and she could do nothing but squirm helplessly. And hope that he would pardon her soon.
“We’re not done yet,” he said with a diabolical grin.
Extensive Tickling And Tormenting Of Feet With Vibrator And Fingers
The jailer pulled a small vibrator out of a pocket and switched it on. The soft humming filled the room. Sandra froze and her eyes widened in panic.
He placed the vibrating device on the middle of the sole of her foot and watched as her whole body writhed.
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“Oh, you don’t like this at all, do you?” He slowly moved the device upwards, letting it travel over the arch of her foot and her sensitive toes. Sandra was beside herself, her muffled laughter sounding almost like a sob.
He repeated the game on the other sole of her foot, letting the vibrator explore every sensitive spot here too.
Her reactions were a fascinating mix of uncontrollable laughter and desperate thrashing, and the jailer enjoyed every second of tormenting her.
“Oh, marvelous! That’s just perfect,” he said, always devoting his other hand to the foot that the vibrator wasn’t feeling. A heavenly sight.
Finally, he switched off the vibrator and leaned back to admire his work. Sandra lay exhausted on the stretching bench, her face red and sweaty, her bare feet still glistening from the oil.
“That was a pleasure, my dear,” he said, rising and leaving her alone in the dungeon, where only the echo of her heavy breathing and the flickering torch filled the darkness.
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