Emma’s eyes bulged when she felt the fingers probing at her socked feet, “No no no no no no no, oh my gosh, oh my goshahahha stawp eett!”
“Was it a little bit faster than this?” Claire increased the speed and wriggled her fingers profusely on Emma’s feet.
“Shiiiiiiittt nooooo aaahhhaaahaha no hee hee hahaha hahaha.”
Claire now used both hands digging her fingers in hard against the soles of her friends bound feet. “Or was it like this?”
“Oh fuckkk! Naaaawwww stawp et pleasseeeeee arrgghh hahaha.“
Emma was quickly hyper-ventilating and Claire’s kind nature meant she would allow her short 30 second intervals when her cries turned into an ultra-sound style pitch. Barely five minutes in and Emma was gasping for breath, her pleas were barely understandable whilst being tickled. She would laugh so hard that any words just came out a jumble. Emma could not tolerate more than a few seconds of intense tickling.
“Geez. You were right, you go absolutely nuts if anyone touches your feet. This is actually quite funny, I can see why you loved tickling me so much, this really is a shit ton of fun.”
“N-n-no it’s not, its fucking awful. And the worst thing is.... you are really fucking good at this, how is that even fair? It’s my fetish, not yours!” Emma blurted out.
“Why thank you, glad you think so. Must be beginners luck.” Claire chuckled.
Emma took deep breaths and was grateful for the break during their conversation.
“However, I think we have a slight problem.” Claire pondered.
“No shit we have a problem. It was meant to be me who tickled you, not the other way around.” Emma said groggily.
“No not that. You see, you are like a million percent ticklish and I have only just started.”
“Precisely, so that is punishment enough. You have had your revenge, so just let me go now, please!”
“How about no?” Claire teased as she grabbed the toe end of one of the long white socks, she pulled as hard as she could and the sock slowly began to peel off Emma’s foot.
“Oh my god no. Claire! No! Just no!” she wrapped her one foot over the other, preventing Claire from pulling off her sock.
“Remember what you said about playing fair?” The blonde used her free hand to scribble across the sole of the obstructing foot. Emma squealed and quickly jolted her foot away. Claire used both hands to now roll the remainder of the sock off her foot.
“Help me! Someone fucking help me!” Emma screamed as she broke down in tears, sobbing as she screamed.
Claire quickly looped the long white sock over Emma’s head and pulled it tight against her mouth, this muffled the cries and she was quickly tying a knot behind Emma’s head.
“Hmmpphhh hmmm hggh hffff"
Emma thrashed some more but it was useless, the binds were too tight and now the sock was muffling any screams.
“Now, where was I? Ah yessss, your ticklish little feet.”
Claire dragged her nails across Emma’s bare foot. “Ohhh yes. Much better, you are much quieter now!” she teased.
Emma thrashed and Claire struggled to keep hold of her friends legs.
“Hmmphhh gggnnn agggnnn ggghhh!” Emma frantically struggled.
“No, this wont do!” Claire got up and quickly rolled Emma onto her belly, she then shifted her friends legs so the her feet dangled off the edge of the bed. Claire then sat right on the backs of Emma’s calves.
“This should keep you still.” She then scribbled her fingers across Emma’s feet again.
Emma was losing her mind, she slammed her face down on the bed several times, screaming against the sock for all it was worth. Her face flushed red and she sobbed in between each frantic scream of laughter.
“This is hilarious, dont you think so?” Claire giggled.
“Hmmpkk rruuuu!”
Claire was having so much fun, she decided the other sock needed to come off. She rolled it back menacingly, Emma tried in vain to stop her, but her bare feet were tortured the more she tried to deny her friend.
Claire then tossed the sock aside and raked her long nails across the pretty little wrinkled soles of her friends feet.
Emma bucked furiously but couldn’t get her legs free from under Claire’s butt. She screamed and screamed but couldn’t get a single word out, her breathing became desperate and after several agonising minutes Claire could sense Emma was done for.
“Okay, I get it. You are just too darn ticklish, I’ll stop.”
Emma tried to gasp for air through her gag, gently sobbing when Claire got up.
She then moved to face her bound friend, brushing aside her soaked brown hair. “Now, are we agreed there shall be no more tying me up and tickling the crap outta me?”
Emma nodded furiously, she tried to say yes but it wasn’t very clear.
“Good. Because like I said, my brother would fucking love to have you like this. Jamie used to tie me up all the time, he loved tickling the shit outta me as well, so imagine his delight if I offered you up like this.” Claire smirked.
Emma struggled but barely had any energy left to break free. She tired to plead again but Claire got up.