Again, she felt the stroke of the feather trace her left, socked foot in maddening circles. The torture was tormenting. Then again, wasn’t that the point?
Maybe if she could resist and not show any signs of distress, her captor would stop! It was her only hope.
She then felt the feather slowly move up and down, continuously and sensually, on the sole of her her right foot.
She became increasingly more concerned with her predicament. If the sensations were this strong with her socks on… what would it feel like with her socks off?
Aw, you look so panicked babe, its only one little feather on your toes!
…then again, you are rather helpless all tied up like this, aren’t you?… it’d be a crying shame not to take advantage of having all your lovely ticklish spots so vulnerable and bare…
Yes, ok, I can fully understand your panic now tickle tickle tiii-ckle
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