Roxie Rae’s Close Encounter

It was a Thursday evening in Florida.  Fetish star Roxie Rae was at home changing for a shoot she was scheduled for at 9pm.  The shoot planned had a school girl theme that Roxie Rae knows well.  Roxie Rae is a petite star standing only five foot tall with a size 5 petite shoe.  With her 5″ tall high heels pleaded skirt and black top, it was time to head out and get to this shoot already.  Twenty minutes to go she hopped in the car and hurried down the street.  The moon was s bright this evening she hardly needed headlights. What she did need however, was help with a flat tire.

Four minutes into her drive down a two lane back road Roxie Rae hit a nail in the road and forced to pull over.  She stood outside the car looking at the flat right front tire in disbelief. Ten minutes till nine and still so far to travel Roxie Rae was screwed.  She looked both ways on the road.  No cars coming in either direction.  She got on the phone.

“Hey it’s Rox. I’m stuck on the boulevard with a flat. I’m gonna a little late but I’m coming.” She hung up with the producer.

Pacing outside the car she waited on a call back from her friend who can help her.  The screen would time out and go black and she pressed it again to relight it staring at it hoping helplessly.  Every second felt like an hour. The light of moon suddenly dimmed.  The street became extremely dark. Roxie Rae walked back toward her car to get inside for her own safety when a bright platinum light came down over her.  Roxie Rae could not step any further trapped in the light. Confused and scared she looked up at the light beam.  It was blinding and captivating.  The light felt warm.

Suddenly was a feeling of weightlessness and hit phone slapped the pavement out of her grip.  Roxie Rae was no longer touching the ground. Her body was lifting in the light.  Roxie Rae was paralyzed in the light rising her from the ground.  She suddenly felt a mist moistening her face and everything went to black.  Roxie Rae was captured and sedated inside a UFO.  The platinum was no longer seen and craft vanished in the sky.  The moonlight shined down again now on an abandoned car and broken phone on the pavement only three feet in front of it.

A rush of fluid suddenly hit Roxie Rae’s face awakening her.  Very disoriented she opened her eyes and looked around.  The room was rather dim and her arms were aching.  She looked up to see her wrists were suspended high over her head.  She could make out that their were other in the room always suspended in the same way.  This must have been some sort of holding tank.  A faint harmonic tone sounded and the room begin to hum.  The room was turning.  Suddenly Roxie Rae felt herself rising up the wall she was against. Her body moved through a small channel where she was sprayed with a freezing cold mist.  She held her breath as the mist drenched her.  Her body was then raised into a new well lit room.

Several pale white beings stood in this room watching as she rose out of the floor.  One of the beings approached her and she opened her eyes.  Paralyzed in fear she looked straight him as looked back.  The being made a sound. And she responded quietly “Hello.”  The being responded with another noise. Two more beings approached and began inspecting her.  They touched her clothing curiously and pulled at it as they inspected her.  Roxie Rae was panting and her silent panic.  The beings looked over her closely moving several noises.  One being held up a small wand the size of a pen. A light shined from the device as it lined down her top cutting it from her carefully.  Her eyes widened in fear.  The wand was shined on her little skirt cutting it free from her waist.  Roxie Rae was too overcome to make a sound or even look down.

Her body lifted and white flat platform collected her laying her flat. A being standing near her feet pointed at her stilettos and made a noise.  The others responded and he pulled them.  They came right off with no struggle.  Roxie Rae wiggled her freed bare feet and once again the being made their strange noises to each other.  A thin cord came from under the table surface that one of the being grabbed onto.  He held it over Roxie as it began squirt a clear fluid on her body.  The fluid was squirted on her entire body and of course she squirmed on the sensation.  Roxie Rae could see herself on a screen on the other side of the room from an overhead view as well as several other angles.  A lavender colored light shined on her body.  Her body was showing on the screen in grades of color from blue to red. The beings observed the colors showing on the screen pointing at the different part of her body that were showing as red.  A thin white sheet was place on her body and vacuum sealed down tightly.  Her face was not covered by the sheet but a device was place on either side of her head.

The beings pointed at her feet making noises. One of them used a small tool and cut the wrap off her feet.  She could not see them doing this but could feel her feet free from the tight hold.  Each side of the device at her head glowed a dim red, it was warm.  The beings, now at her feet studied them. Measurements were taken of both feet and a bright perfect white light shined on them. She tried to stay calm knowing something was going to happen. The beings carefully wiped and dried each foot as two more beings approached with a suspicious device for each foot. Roxie Rae’s eyes widened as she felt an itching tingle on the sole of each foot.  Roxie Rae began to squeal!  The beings seemed to be enjoying this reaction.  Long scraping feelings tickled the curves of her arches.  The beings each had a curved instrument that dragged on her soles.

The instrument was sharply studded on the curved surface passing over her sensitive soles.  Her beautiful petite feet tried to wiggle free of the instruments but there was no luck escaping this tickling.  Her soft little soles stretched and wrinkled in the ticklish torment. The studs on the devices came to dull points similar to the ends on a comb. Roxie Rae could feel something pushing between her toes.  They were long studded cords between each toe.  Eight long cords began flossing between her toes in long back and forth sweeps.  Roxie howled loudly trying to pull herself free from the sheet restraint with absolutely no luck.  Her toes splayed and scrunched as the cords flossed back and forth at different angles. Something cold was dripping on her toes.  It was allowed the cords to slide through her toes faster and cooled the surface.  Roxie Rae was in hysterics!

The beings appeared to be very happy to see such reactions from Roxie Rae. They sounded back and forth to each other even more as the laughter continued. Roxie Rae’s arms were sealed above her head. Her muscles were too tired from trying to pull her self free with not a bit of hope. The beings sounded to each other and the tickling stopped.
A being approached Roxie Rae at her side. She looked up at it. It’s deep dark evil eyes looked back at her and then down her body. One of them pointed at the screen, it motioned to the one standing at Roxie Rae. It lifted the small tool from earlier and began to cut the thin layer of film covering her stomach area. Roxie Rae began panting as her slender stomach became revealed. The light at her feet moved up to the new exposed area. More beings approached. She could see them wiping down her stomach now. She knew what was going to happen again.

Carefully her stomach was measured. The belly button was measured. The lengths of each rib. Vertical length. Ribcage width. A clear gel was dispensed and spread over the entire abdominal area. One of the beings raised a hand-held instrument which glowed red on the end of it. This heat gun was held over Roxie Rae’s panting stomach and moved around slowly. She could feel this heat soaking into her skin. The heat gun was taken away. It was time.

A being stood on either side on her stomach. Roxie Rae looked them in their mercy when she felt a force pushing on the center of her back. This force was arching her back making the ribs protrude outward. The red lights on either side of her head lit up and she was suddenly feeling the tickles again. The pair of beings began raking her ribs. Their hands were oddly shaped with hook like fingers. Each fingertip came to a small point.

Roxie Rae exploded in laughter trying to fight her restraints. The being kept to their task raking lines on her ribs. They dragged their fingers in line with her ribs and then changed it up going across bumps of her ribs. Gradually their fingers moved down clawing at her soft stomach. Roxie Rae was dizzy with hysterical laughter as the being dug into the hollow of her stomach. There was not much she could do to stop this torture. Sometimes the finger would claw lower near belly button. Sometimes they would move higher catching the edges of her ribcage. Roxie Rae panted and screamed enduring this tickle torture. A finger was placed by a being her belly button wiggling circles in it. They watched her bursting in uncontrollable heaving laughter.

The being placed themselves in a way where one hand itched and scratched her belly as the other hands raked up her soles. Roxie Rae screamed her mercy as the tickling insanity consumed her. She was losing her mind. Their slender claw playfully itched on her arches. The other claws wiggled hard on her ribs. The sensations were too much. Roxie Rae was losing herself into the beginning of a building orgasm. Her laughter turned to moans but the being would not let up driving her toward a powerful consuming orgasm. She could feel herself swelling and throbbing, her juices flowing as the orgasm captured her.

Covered in sweat and soaked in her own juices Roxie Rae went limp. The beings were satisfied with their certain intentions. Looking at each other making those indiscernible noises, the spot light shut off. Roxie Rae’s face was cover with a moist clothe and her world went dark…

Roxie Rae woke in her car dressed just as she was before the abduction. Disoriented she came to. She looked around and found her phone was several missed calls. It was 10:10pm. She went outside to check the car and the tire was fine. This left her very confused. Did she dream this? Did that really happen? Most importantly, should she tell anybody. For now, it’s staying her secret…

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Addie Juniper’s ticklish haunting.

The car pulls up in front on the abandoned mental institution. There is a momentary pause before the car doors open and crew steps out. Standing before the creepy overgrown Institute is one of Georgia’s finest paranormal investigation crews.  Joining the crew for this haunted session; Addie Juniper.  Addie through a friend of a friend was given the opportunity to join the “Spirit Night” paranormal crew for a visit to a place both well known for its haunted tales as well as her own personal interest for it.  “Spirit Night” is two men in there 30’s named Jay and Tom as well as their female counterpart Jade.  After gathering equipment Addie, and Spirit Night made their way inside thanks to a bolt cutter.

The crew dressed in all white.  They believe it helps to see each other in the darkness and decipher them on film.  Addie managed to whip up a white cotton tee, jeans and white tennis shoes. If you don’t know, Addie stands 5’6 with a 7 and a half shoe size.  She has a perfect 10 hourglass figure to complete the look. So attractive even the past souls of the Hillbury Institution of Mental Health may feel tempted.

The evening hours begin to creep upon the crew as the sun disappears. It’s almost “spirit time” and the equipment is about ready. Addie was asked to placed the motion detector in various planned sectors on the building. The building is getting darker and quieter. Flashlights and battery powered lanterns are the only source of light now. Addie was instructed to always keep her digital recorder on incase something happens, there may be electronic voice phenomenons recorded. While walking down to the infirmary Addie heard steps. She stopped and stayed quiet.

“Hello?” Addie nervously mumbled.

There was silence.

“We are friends.” She said a little louder.

After a little more silence a tapping sound came from down the hall.

Addie placed down the motion detector and hurried back to the central lobby. Jade was in the lobby getting headquarters setup. Addie was beginning to feel the fear so many have spoke of.

“Jade thank god you are here.  We may have to check the tape.” Addie was catching her breath.

“Found a friend already huh?” Jade giggled.

“Something was communicating with me.” Addie explained.

The recorder was loaded up on the computer and the sat down to dissect it. On the computer screen the sound waves were shown on the program. They played the last few minutes of the recording. EVP’s were intact found. The sound waves clearly showed the sonic spikes that were not Addie’s voice.

“Hello?” The recording of Addie played.

“————-aaaaaaa–deeeeeeee——” The audio played.  Addie was chilled.

“We are friends.” Addie’s voice played.

“——-tiiiiiiii—-kelllllllll——-” The audio whispered and was followed with the tapping sound.

Jade and Addie looked at each other stunned. “Yea you definitely have a friend hunny.” Jade teased.

“That’s not even funny Jade!” Addie nudged her back.

“Well now we know which sector you will doing solo sessions in.” Jade answered back.

“You are gonna make me go back there alone?” Addie bit her lip.

“It’s like anything is going to happen to you. Maybe just more EVP’s”  Jade tried comfort her.

“Yea I guess you’re right. It’s just so weird!” Addie calmed herself.

“Im going to activate an Electromagnetic Field Generator down there for you to help the activity.” Jade added.

Later on somewhere after 1am, Addie was given her digital recorder, an EMF detector, and a walkie talkie. Flashlight in hand Addie slowly walked down the long hallway again. She flashlighted into some of the rooms scared she might see something jump out at her. It was quiet, very very quiet. It was at the point she wondered why she signed up for this. Addie was skeptical about a real ghost hunt bout now it seems she found herself in her own fear of “what if?” The door was approaching where was earlier. The light of the flashlight shined up at “ZONE 3 INFIRMARY”. The light shined in the room.  It looked to be a dated old exam room.  Brown leather padded bed in the center of the exam right.  Counters border the walls with cabinets to match.  A large overhead light centers over the bed table. The walkie talkie beeps.

“Did you make it?” A voice says.

“Yes now what?” Addie whispers.

“Go in the room silly.” The voice says back.

“Ok ok.” Addie whimpered.

Addie steps in the room and closes the room. It is very silent and stuffy inside the room. She flashlight around more in this creepy room. The smell is musky and dank like an attic. The walkie talkie beeps again. “–Bed.–”  She says ok back into it and sits on the bed.  It takes a moment to muster up the courage but she finally swivels and lays down on the bed flat. Addie laid there for almost a half hour. Occasionally she would check her EMF detector and her watch. Finally the needle moved slightly on the detector. The sounds of footsteps outside the door clap on the floor and she holds tight in bravery. Her breathing picked.  Her light caught her shoe.  The shoe lace on her right shoe was moving. Feeling paralyzed with fear she could take her eye off it. The lace was sliding and pulling until the shoelace knot came loose. Addie was almost not breathing at this point.  The laces just kept loosening. Poor Addie didn’t even notice right away the other shoe was coming loose as well! With the beam of light on her feet and back haze passed in front of her view.

In that mysterious haze both shoes lifted off her feet in one motion and flung toward the cabinets on the wall. Addie tried to pull herself up and she felt her body push back down on the table her arms over head. Stuck in a stretched position all Addie could think about was the EMF generator in the hall sparking up all this extra energy.  Her baggy white socks were obviously sliding up each foot but she could also feel cool air on her stomach.  Her shirt was rising up as well. Her walkie talkie beeped again. “-Addie tickle-“. Addie heard it again clearly. The same thing from the EVP coming through on the two way radio. Something was forcing her stay down and something was certainly baring very sensitive skin. The flashlight now lays on the floor out of her reach.

If she could reach her walkie talkie she would call for help but there was no moving either arm. Addie’s socks a slipped completely off now. The shirt had pulled up double layering over her breasts. A rush of cold air was swarming over her. It began to centralized over her stomach. The cold air began to format in more of what can be described as a straight line. The line of air began to make a stroking motion petting down her stomach. Addie was confused with feelings. The large light over Addie turned on suddenly blinding her after being in darkness for so many hours. Addie squinted at the light barely seeing the dark cloud over her stomach. The form of cold air began raking down her stomach faster. Like a knee jerk reaction Addie had to arch her back beginning to giggle.

The sensations were growing. Addie was coming apart at the hands of a paranormal entity. Her ribs were poking out and offering themselves for the taking. Fingery sensations were growing up the sides of her ribcage on each side. Her face scrunched holding in the laughter while these demonic fingers clawed her ribs. Addie had been tickled so many times on clips but had never felt something like this. It was as if the fingers were in her skin. The cold sensations felt sharp and left a very hot wake in their path. Trying to look down Addie could almost see black misty clawed hands raking over her ticklish ribs. The fingers moved faster as Addie’s laughter grew louder. Her body twisted and squirmed. With tears in her eyes her body writhed and shook at the cold claws.

The cold tickling feeling was the only relief from the hot burning sensation left behind. She could actually feel her rib bones chilling with the cold mist piercing her ticklish skin. The laughter rang out loudly in the room. The mist was now moving down her stomach collecting over her belly button. The feeling could described as several pin heads circling her belly button sometimes scraping the inside of it. The circle drew out widely around the little ticklish belly button and then collected into a smaller circle concentrating with it. Addie’s body bucked on the table. Her torso turned left and right fighting the circle of ticklish terror. The tickling circle dissipated and the mist drained down out of sight. The light shut off.

Addie Juniper panted collecting herself. Still panicked however because she still can’t move. In the darkness, she felt her legs lifting. Her eyes widened knowing what was coming next. Both feet hovering up off the table by about a yard. The over head light came on again shining at her small pretty feet. The walkie talkie beeped..

“—-aaaaaaa-deeeeeeee——-fffeeeeeeeeeeeeetttttt——-” The walkie talkie hissed.

“No don’t. Don’t do this! I’m sorry. I’ll leave now. I’ll get everyone and we will go.” Addie pleaded.

“——–tiiiiiiii–kkkeeellllll——–feeeeeeeeeetttt——-” The spooky sound hissed again.

Addie could feel her toes pulling back. Her soles stretching, the skin feeling tight on her arches. The dark cloud formed over her soles. This was happening and there was nothing Addie could do about it. Addie pulled and fought but it was too late. The sensation of pins began to scrape at her soles. Losing herself in laughter the misty was stroking broadly down her curvy stretched arches. There were faint sounds of laughter in the room and a voice that could clearly be heard to say the word “submit.” Poor Addie screamed for her life hoping one of the others would come in and save her. But no one was coming. Addie could feel rough awful fingers with jagged nails clearly raking her arches.

The voice said again. “Suuubbmmiittt..”

“Let me goooo!” Addie screamed out through her laughter and tears.

“Give up to us.” The voice resonated.

“Stooooooopppppppppp!!!!!” Addie howled with laughter.

The tickling would not cease. Addie’s feet were stretched forward as the cloud swarmed her little wiggling toes, consuming them. The tickling swarmed around her toes piercing into her skin in a way she had never experienced. Little Addie was laughing so hard she could not feel her own panties beginning to soak. There were a hundred tiny fingers itching under and between each toes. Each little finger itching at their own speed and style. Addie was unraveling with every second passing.  Her small delicious toes wiggled and curled trying to fight the army of tiny fingers.  Her breathing became heavier.

“Ok I submit to youuu! She spilled out in a fit of laughter.

“Release yourself to us.” The voice moaned.

“I doooooooo.” Addie aches out the words, as an orgasm filled her consciousness, soaking her pants. The cloud filled her toes with a warm feeling that relaxed Addie. Covered in sweat, she began to breathe with regularity. The light overhead shut off. It was quiet and her body was no longer restrained. Addie laid there for a while collecting her thoughts.

Addie got up and cautiously looked around grabbing her things and putting back on her shoes and socks. She opened the door and went to find the others. After meeting up with them, Addie told them the story. They didn’t hear a thing come from her room. When checking the digital recorder the was no proof. Nothing recorded. Addie felt embarrassed that they may not believe her.  Addie knew what happened to her in there. The following weekend a car pulled up in front of the institution. It was Addie alone stepping out of her car in a much sexier oufit. Apparently curiosity doesn’t kill the cat.  It comes back for more…  …Wearing flip flops.

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The Tickle Box

“Participants needed for psychological tests. Earn $$$ today!”  Kayla reads on the flyer that was slid under her door.  Kayla was used to getting back to her dorm room and finding junk mail flyers slipped under her door but this one had potential cause it offered money!  The paper just read so easy, make money just to sit through some tests.  That can’t be too hard right?  After a few hours of consideration and some homework Kayla finally decided to give the number on the sheet a call and see what’s happening.  She was delighted to hear this could offer as much as five hundred dollars.  They agreed over the phone to meet on the following night after her last class around 9pm.  Kayla was too embarrassed to tell her roommate she was doing this and just went straight to the location after class.  She drove to the building and walked fast to the door to avoid the light rain outside.  The office seemed pretty standard like any medical office, well lit and very white and plain.  An older man came out to the desk area and greeted Kayla.

“Hello! Thanks for coming down on such short notice.”  He shook her hand.

“It’s no problem. Glad to help science I guess.”  She laughed.

“Hang your coat up and come this way.”  He waved her.

Kayla slid off her coat and walked down the hallway to the open door.  The doctor sat at his desk with several papers in front of him.  She looked around the room, there was a scale, a table, chair, among other things.

“So as we stated on the phone first of all here is your first one hundred dollar down payment as I promised.”  He slid the clean hundred dollar bill across the desk.  Kayla scooped it up and placed it in her purse.

“So what are we going to be doing?”  She didn’t know.

“Yes yes, well this is a sensory experiment based on the nervous system and its interaction with the other systems that make up the human body.  Namely to say with.. Tickling.”

“Tickling?” She perked up.

“Yes, tickling.  Is that an issue? We can end this now if so, I would just need that one hundred dollar bill back from you.”  He replied back at her.

Kayla thought it over really fast.  Paid to be tickled.  Paid to be tickled… It is a lot of money. “I’m fine with it.” She spit out with confidence.

“Ok well first let’s get these forms out of the way so we can get started and get you out of here.  These forms statement that you are aware of the experiment you are subjecting yourself to etc etc, standard legal waivers so you can’t sue for being tickled.”  He laughed.

Kayla eyeballed them very fast and signed at every bold X mark.

The doctor stood up.  “Ok great, so first come over here by the scale and remove your shoes please.”

Kayla did as instructed and stepped on the scale in her socks.  The doc slid the metal height reader up and rested the top of it on top of her head.  It read 5foot 4 and one half inch.  He noted this and then adjusted the weights on the scale and found her to weigh 121 pounds.  The doc instructed her to sit on the medical bench.  The one with the paper strip that lines the middle of it.  He tested her knee reflexes known as the Pattellar reflex.  Kayla giggled.

“Ok great, if you’ll kindly remove your socks please.  You may lay back if it’s more comfortable.”  He motioned to them.  Kayla obliged and peeled her socks off.  He pulled out the drawer under her legs and lets them rest on it.

“Nine and one half of an inch.. So that is a.. size 7 yes.”  He marked on his sheet.

“Why isn’t everybody signing up for this?  This is easy!”  She wiggled her little pedicured toes.

“Wish I knew why Kayla.  You have a high arch so I should figure your arches are particularly ticklish?”  He smiled.

“Yes very.  And my toes as well.”  Kayla chuckled wiggling her feet around playfully.

“Ok, let’s now go into the next room and begin your trial. You can get up now.”  He leads her to the next room.

In this room there is a chair that can be compared to the style of a dentist chair.  Leather cushioned, reclining, with plastic protection.  It front of the chair is decent size box.   The outside of it is made of plexi-glass giving it that invisible look where you can see all the inner workings.  The front of it near the chair had two holes.  Above the box was another chamber that didn’t look to have much happening in it.  Kayla follows him in the room, intrigued looking around.

“Shall we begin?”  He asks.

“Um, ok.  What’s first?”  She seems nervous.

“First I need you to strip to your under garments.”  Kayla seemed to be driven by the money.

“Bra? Underwear?”  She questioned.

“Yes please.”  He didn’t miss a beat.

Kayla pulled up her sweater and slipped it over her head.  She was only a little shy but nothing more than anytime this happens at a doctor’s office.  She unbuttoned her jeans and climbed out of them.  She stood before him, nice breasts, tiny waist and slim smooth legs.  The doctor did not shine a sign of unprofessionalism.

“I’m going to have you sit in this seat.  I will stick several sensory receptors around your body and confine your arms to the arm rests.”  He walked her to the chair.

Kayla sat in the seat now more full of nerves than ever.  She now understands why this is such a generous money offer.   The doctor began placing sensors all around her body; her temples, under her neck, a few on her stomach, the insides of her thighs and on her calves.

“These sensor measure, blood movement and pressure, pulse, body temperature, muscle resistance, and muscle relaxation.”  He explained and then pulled the blacked velcro straps over her wrists and knees.

The doctor knelt down near her feet with a  clothe damp cloth.  The cloth was soaked in standard rubbing alcohol.  He rubbed the cloth across her sole individually.  The cold feeling rushing made her laugh already.  He flipped a switch and the chair began to move forward.  He helped her ankles through the holes on the box.  He punched in some basic information into the computer from earlier; foot length and particular sensitivities.  The chamber on top of this box device, the doctor counted out and laid 400 dollars into the chamber in 20 dollar bills specifically.

“Now Kayla, here’s how this works.  The device your feet are inside of will systematically stimulate them mechanically.  As the intensity increases you have the option to make the device pause.. But a pilot flame will move toward the money I have placed in this top chamber if the machine is paused.  The buttons under both arm rests will pause the machine.  Your job is to resist making the machine pause.  If it pauses it will take only 10 seconds for the flame light up the money and that is your money inside there.  Kind of incentive to not pause it.”  He explained.

“What the hell?!  This is the most messed thing I’ve ever heard of?!  How do I get my money then??”  She panicked velcroed to the chair.

“When the pleasure curve is hit, then only way the machine will really stop is when you reach a sexual climax.  The machine will cease and the money is yours.. Good luck.”  He responded devilishly.

“What, wait what?!” She struggled but it was late to argue. The machine had been activated.

The machine began to clank and hum.  She could see parts moving inside of it.  Plastic spring hinged long slender probes began running lines up her soles, the springs keeping just enough tension to apply easy pressure on her soles and to flex with the curves of her arches.  Her face lit up. The little plastic finger type probes were running stroking up her arches.  She attempted to flex her feet but the probes were unaffected by her efforts.  Kayla cackled and squirmed. The readouts have began to show on the computer screen.  A second set of probes spun up from the underside, with less tension and more of an edge of the tips.  It moved at a different pace from the first two.

Kayla was giving out a full heart belly laugh and this was picked up by the computer.  When the computer picks up a new reaction it intensifies its motion.  The speed of the probes was increased just slightly and different tempos at random.  Tears streamed down her face.  She didn’t want to press the button but the tickles the machine delivered were making her crazy.  Every time she felt the sharper probes carve down her arches, it felt like a splash of spiders on her skin.  After 10 minutes of this hysterics Kayla finally broke down and pressed the pause button.  She panted as the tiny flame inched toward her money.  After a few deep breaths, she released the button and money was safe.

More grinding noises came from the box as different parts lifted and rolled the others out of the way.  Two padded bars pushed to the balls of her feet and applied pressure making her arches tighten.  Rows of rubbery probes raised and advanced forward sweeping horizontally.  Kayla watched in terror as the mechanism made contact to her tight arches.  The doctor watched the screen seeing the increase in pulse and body temperature.  The rubber fingers connected and begin there sideways stroking pattern starting at her instep and flicking off the edges of the outside of her arches.  Her toes were trying to curl around the restrictive pads with little luck.  There was no escape from this device.  The thing about the rubber fingers is that they are studded so as the pressure increased little by little the bumpy studs began to work there magic.

Tears streamed down her face.  She pulled and pulled at the velcro restraints and pulled her ankles as hard as she could.  It didn’t matter the machine was program to tickle and had enough artificial intelligence to know if it is doing its job.  After a few minutes of torturous tickling, the humming began and Kayla could feel a little more pushing tightening her arches a little more.

“You can tap out at any time you know.”  He reminded her.

“Heheehahhehhehe I won’t do it!”  She squeaked out through her hysterics.

The machine processed her increase in reaction and picked up its intensity.  The rubber fingers moved faster and firmer.  Small ducts on the ends of the pad bars dripped honey oil which leaked down on her soles lubricating the rubber.  At this speed the the rubber needed lubrication to tickle easier.  Kayla was fighting hard to not pause the machine but it was become too much.  The rubber fingers have tortured her for long enough.  Kayla was laughing to the point full out screams and crying out loud howls.  Enough was enough.  The button was squeezed the the machine ceased.  Kayla panted sweating.  She was losing her damn mind.  The flame began to move again.  Ten seconds to decide.

To her best ability Kayla tried to collect as much air as possible to regain at least a little strength.  For the first time tonight she was finally having a doubt if she would even be able to leave with the money at all.  Four seconds until the tiny flame ignites the paper bills and this would all be for nothing for her.  With a second to remain the button was released and the flame stopped.  Kayla’s terror rose again as she knows she has just engaged herself into yet another round of tickling torment.  The flame fully retracted and once again the machine begins to make the familiar noises she was really beginning to hate.  The rubber fingers retracted and rolled back as the next set of devices rolled forward.   This set of devices was a little different.  Small tubes leading to nozzles controlled by a two axis belt track system and as you can guess, the nozzles fire very fine streams of ice water and hot water.  There were eight nozzles to be exact, four fire ice water and four fire hot water.  Its a sensory confusion which is key to tickling.  They operate in a way that is random but with a memory.  If a sprayed area finds a change in reaction on the sensors, the other nozzle will relocate to help water down the area.  Kayla didn’t all of this of course.

She heard the water pump vibration begin.  After a few seconds the nozzle begins to spray their sharp fine streams across her soles.  Kayla flinched and began pulling at her restraints.  The nozzles’ belts began to turn and they started their random dance over her sole and up to her toes.  Kayla was thrashing in her chair.  Her hair was in her face, she was sweating.  She was a mess.  The nozzle weaved up and down the cold sprays went high when the hot sprays went low.  Then the nozzle began a zig zag motion starting low at her heels and work the their way up her tortured soles.  When nozzles reached her toes Kayla absolutely lost it.  She was coughing laughing, losing her mind.  The sensors of course picked up on this and began to particularly wash down her down her toes.  The tiny nozzle were able to tickle her toes particularly well because of their acute attack.  Kayla wanted her feet out of the box so badly.  The tingle feeling with electrifying up her legs.  Her vision was double, she felt drunk.  Minutes had passed in this tortured drunk state.

The doctor noticed something interesting now.  The sensors showed her body temperature to be rising and her heart rate was decreasing.  Kayla wasn’t pulling at her restraints anymore.  The nozzles continued to  circle, swerve and weaves her tiny wiggle toes.  Kayla’s laughing came down a lot and her breathing picked.   It was happening! Kayla was beginning to submit to a possible orgasm.  The best orgasm are the ones you cant fight but don’t force.  Kayla is being trapped exactly this way.  Her eyes were rolling back in her head.  The tickles she felt were all beginning to roll into a stream of sensation throughout her body.  Her body writhed and squirmed in her chair.  Her moans became louder and louder as the nozzles kept to their work.  The doctor smiled seeing her commit to a fully tickled orgasm.  After a moment or two the nozzles ceased.  Kayla sat quietly breathing hard soaking wet and a mess!

“Kayla congratulations! You did it!”  He approached her to help undo her restraints.

“I didn’t know that could happen.”  Kayla said between breaths.

“Neither did I!”  The doc laughed.

“So I won the money doctor?”  Kayla smiled fixing her hair.

“Yes.. And would you like to work for me?”  He pulled her wet feet out of the box.

“Doing what?”  She asked.

“The real experiment here was to see if my machine worked.  I’m not actually a doctor but I am an engineer who loves tickling.  You can work for me as my assistant and recruiter of other female subjects.  This is first of many machines I am designing.”  He explained.

“Consider me part of the team!”  Kayla smiled extending her hand out to shake his.

….And now the search begins……

!!Foot Fetish Poll!!

Fun little night.

This isn’t persay a long story.  Just an update on Mandy from the night before Thanksgiving.  Mandy came over to watch some hockey.  She was wearing those shoes that I believe are known as ballet flats.  These are lots of fun cause they offer alot of toe cleavage as well as arch cleavage.  They are shoes in most minimal sense.  By the way, if you have no idea who Mandy is, look for the stories “Got My Chance” and its sequel “Happy Birthday.”  This is the same girl. So anyway.

The game was on and we were barely watching.  We haven’t seen each other in a while so it was to be catching up on so much.  I knew I had to make it happen, it can be a slight chess match to time right and not be awkward about it.  See, I think thats where alot of guys so wrong. They tend to ‘make it weird’ instead of just letting things flow natural and progressive.  While talking to me I was being dismantled mentally by endless shoe dangling.  We’ll all know what it’s like when theres a foot peeking out of dangling shoe.  Especially when her arch are so high!

We were drinking beers and chattin havin a great time.  Finally it was between the second and third period of the game when I moved us from watchin in the living room to the bedroom.  I let her camp out on the bed while I sat in the computer lounging with my legs on the bed.  Before the third period began she used the bathroom.  When returning to the room she kicked off her shoes and hopped on the bed.  Now I am not one to attack like some do right off the bat.  So I gave it some time.  Soon enough I began playing a little bit of footsie.  Let’s not kid, she knew what I was doing.  It was like we’ve never done this before.

“If you’re gonna play footsie, at least shut the door first.”  She teased.

Without hesitation I was up out of that seat.  I sat back down, she was laughin at me.  I put my legs back up on the bed and she put her left foot over my knees.  I scooped up her vulnerable foot bringing it a little closer.

“Hold on, lemme go this way.”  She pulled her foot back.  Moving some pillows around on the bed she repositioned herself to face me a little better.

“How’s that?”  Mandy asked lowering both feet back down onto my lap.

“You gonna be able to see the game easy like that?” I asked her.

“I’ll deal.” She wiggled her toes.

I began to lightly touch her feet and she smiled.  I was heaven.  I fooled with her toes a little bit.  The game was on but we could care less.  Mandy was watching it a little but also watchin me.  I’ve notice she likes to watch me have my fun.  I can’t imagine what she thinks about when I am at her feet looking like a little child.  So I figured why not ask.

“What is this like for you?” I stroked the top of her feet.

“What? This?  It’s fun.  It’s interesting.  I don’t see anything wrong with it.”  She smiled.

“So it’s not like feel obligated to do this or anything.” I asked back.

“I was the one who told you to close the door silly.”  She flexed her feet in my hands.

I was beginning to give her massage and she was settling in with that.  I chose a foot (the left one) and began to work on it more in depth.  I raised it a little more and kneading her arch.  I could tell she liked that.  When a girl shuts her eyes, thats a good sign!  I turned up the volume and continued to make dough out her beautiful soft sole.  I didn’t forget her ankle as well.  It’s important to show the ankles some love.  When she is ready for the other foot, she always takes it and pushes it in my hands.  Following the cue, I switched to the next greedy little foot.  I gave it the similar loving treatment, pressing and squeezing up her soles.  I love how I can give her a straight massage with no tickles but it still but she still giggles and squirms a bit just being so sensitive.  The game was coming to an end and I didn’t wanna lose her attention.  I leaned in and kissed big toe.

She snickered and said “Oh it’s gonna be like that huh? You know how much that tickles.”

Her foot wiggled around in my hand.  “Pleeeeaaasssseee.” I made puppy dog eyes.

“Well lemme try this.”  She flipped over on her stomach and put her face in my big pillow.

With two bare soles facing up in my lap time was wasting! My fingers laid on her soles. The two lucky feet twitched a little bit so I began touching them lightly and loosely.  I heard the muffled little squeals from inside the pillow.  “I’m not even tickling you!” I kidded her.  I lightly stroked up and down her soles.  Her head was going back and forth inside the pillow.   Suddenly to my surprise she flipped back over again on her back.  I was a bit concerned.

“You ok?” I wasn’t tickling.

“Yea I just hate that I couldn’t see.” She got comfy.

Slowly and softly I began to work again going up those soles.  My fingers blurring with itches and scribbles, she grabbed a pillow and laughed into it muting her volume.  My favorite part of tickling feet is watching those way they bob and weave to defend themselves.  She trusts me to not abuse this privilege so I don’t push too far.  I keep to my even rhythm of flicks and wiggles and scribbles not forgetting her toes either.  I’m sure to always itch my way around the bottoms of her toes and between them.  This night she had a very basic crimson type of color nail polish on.  To me its her best color.  It’s always been interesting to me that she likes to watch me enjoy myself.  She likes seeing my face light up with every tickle I give her.  We talked about this a little as turned this session back into a massage.  I began circling my thumbs into her arches as we talked.  She was loving it I must say.

Tickle where?