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Keri's Insane Foot Tickle Training [Parts 1 - 7] (*f/f FEET, very cruel)
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PART 1
Susan was sitting in her office in Cygnus System’s underground facility. Sipping on a cup of coffee, the 40 years old looked through the files the secretary had left on her desk this morning. They’ve brought in a new girl a few days ago, and judging from the file, she was a very promising addition.
Keri, a 18 years old ballerina, was a natural beauty - petite, long brown hair, green eyes, slim. However, the best thing about her were her feet. Susan was a true foot lover - which certainly helped when working for the company - and she really enjoyed looking at all the photos in the file. There were a few headshots and full body pictures, but most of the photos showed close-ups of Keri’s well pedicured bare feet from various perspectives and in different positions. The girl had long, even toes, soft looking soles, big round meaty heels and delicate ankles, and - this was the part that put a big smile on Susan’s face - Keri seemed to have the highest arches she had ever seen. Susan had a special weakness for high-arched girls, and the staff provided her with plenty of photos of Keri's deep, curvy arches.
As Susan was flipping through hundreds and hundreds of photos, she almost spilled her coffee in excitement. The ballerina definitely had some of the best feet of all of Cygnus System’s girls. Susan was sure she will become a big star.
Keri had already undergone all the preparation and procedures - thorough pedicure, cleaning, testing and physical examination - and was now waiting in her cell for her first assignment after Susan’s assessment.
Susan took the elevator to sub-level 4 where they put all the new girls. The clacking of her heels echoed through the hallway as she was passing cells left and right until she stopped at cell number 124. She swiped her card, the heavy door slid open, and she entered. The room was all in white and brightly lit. One of the walls was basically a giant LCD screen, showing a video of forest trees in the wind, and sounds of birds were being played back through invisible speakers - a feature that was designed to make living underground a bit more bearable. Apart from a chair, a small table and a bed right in the middle of the room, there wasn’t much else. Sitting on the edge of that bed: An obviously frightened girl - Keri.
“Good morning, sweetheart.” Susan smiled at her. “I hope you did rest a little?”
Keri was dressed like all new Cygnus girls - a snug white straitjacket, arms behind her back, and blue jeans, rolled up right under her knees. A chain led from a leather collar around her neck to a ring on the the bed, and a big black ballgag kept her quiet.
She was drooling helplessly. Her legs where tied together with heavy leather straps above and below the knees and at the ankles. Her feet were bare, the nails painted in a light blue, as requested by Susan. A small leather strap tied her big toes tightly together.
The first encounter with the new girls was the part Susan loved the most. She sat down on the chair in front of Keri, looking her straight in the eyes while moving the small table between them.
“I’m sure you do have a lot of questions, my darling. I am here to give you some answers. But first, let’s have a look at those pretty feet of yours, shall we?”
She pointed at the table. “Put your feet up here and show me your soles.”
The girl obeyed, shifted her weight and leaned back a little, and in one fluid motion, raised her legs and put her bare feet on the table. Despite the severe bondage, she managed to do it quite elegantly.
“Good girl."
Susan marvelled at the sight of that gorgeous pair of young, naked female feet in front of her, and she smiled as she took an even closer look at Keri’s soles, almost touching them with her face - delicate, buttery soft and smooth, with just a few wrinkles around the center of the arch. Her feet were even more beautiful in real than in the photos. The pedicure department did an excellent job as well as there was not a single hard or dry spot on her soles.
“Very good. Now spread your toes as far as you can."
Keri did as she was told and fanned her long toes out as wide as she could. A nice, big spread. Not much special training needed. Susan was extremely pleased.
“Nice and wide. You’re a natural. Very good. We will still improve your toe flexibility quite a bit, but that's a pretty good start. Now point your feet and pull back your toes as hard as you can. Let me see those arches!"
Keri, the trained ballerina, knew exactly what was asked from her. She flexed her feet as hard as she could. As she did, Susan ran the tip of her index finger softly and slowly all over the wrinkles of Keri's deep, curvy arches. The girl slightly wiggled her toes as she felt the light touch on her soles, but somehow managed to still keep her feet arched. The scientist smiled. Really, just so much better than in the pictures, she thought.
"Excellent. Now this is the exact position I want to see whenever I enter this room - feet pointed hard, toes pulled back. Understood?"
Keri nodded shyly.
"Excellent. Your arches are already very high, but we will still be able to improve them quite a bit."
Susan pressed a button on her tablet, and the forest and the bird sounds vanished. Instead, the company logo appeared on the screen.
“I am now going to tell you what you’re here for. You’ve been collected by Cygnus. We specialize in training young girls to fulfill some very special desires of some very special clients. When we think you’re ready, we will either sell you, or transfer you to another facility to further perfect your training. Nod if you understand.”
Keri nodded, but Susan doubted she understood much.
“You are a stunning beauty, from head to toe.” Susan smiled. “But the only thing our clients are interested in, is this - ” She pointed at Keri’s bare feet.
“That’s right, Keri. Your feet. It’s all about your feet. Our clients do pay us a lot of money if we provide them with young, pretty girls with beautiful feet such as yours. Flexible feet. Extremely … sensitive feet." She paused. "You will be trained to be …”
Susan leaned over and whispered the next words in Keri’s ear in her sweetest, softest voice.
“… a premium foot-tickling slavegirl.”
Keri gasped into her gag, her eyes widened in terror. Susan already knew from the file that the girl was extremely ticklish on her feet. She perfectly understood Keri’s desperation. Not that she cared much, though.
“Yes, that’s what you’re here for. Of course, you will be barefoot for the rest of your stay, all the time. No more socks or shoes for you - the only footwear allowed for footgirls like you is nail polish, anklets and toe-rings. Your feet will be trained every single day. Our experts will meticulously enhance their flexibility, shape and especially their sensitivity with only the most advanced methods and techniques available. Your soles will be stimulated for hours and hours, and you will become more and more ticklish by the second. Every day, you will be pushed beyond your limits, until we’re satisfied with your performance.”
Susan smiled.
“From now on, being tickled on your bare feet will be your only purpose. Every single second, you will live, think, breath, feel, embrace foot tickling.”
Keri’s face had turned completely pale. She was clearly in shock. A hundred thoughts raced through her mind. What this woman just explained to her in such a calm, soothing voice sounded like an absolute nighmare. She was already horribly ticklish on her feet, she even hated having her feet lightly touched - and those people wanted to even enhance her ticklishness and exploit it! She would go insane. Tears started to run silently down her cheeks.
A computer animation appeared on the screen: A metal box sliding out of a wall, a lid opening, the camera paning to reveal all sorts of straps, tubes and hoses inside the box.
“This is where you, like all our footgirls, will spend a lot of time here at Cygnus, Keri: The isolation compartment. Have a good look at it. You will be placed inside, tightly secured and strapped down. You will then be hooked up to our complex web of tubes, life-supporting systems, nutritioning and monitoring devices. A young girl like yourself could easily be kept in there for an almost limitless amount of time. It’s tight, soundproof and complety dark in there, and you will neither see, nor hear - unless we want you to. And you will most certainly not move, not an inch of your body. This will help you to completely focus on the beautiful ticklish sensations on your bare feet which are the only body parts outside of that box. Your feet will be placed in padded openings which close around your ankles, and most of the time, your toes will be spread apart and tightly secured in that position so that we can easily access all of your most sensitive spots, while you can’t move your feet away. You see: You won’t be able do a thing about the stimulation your sensitive soles are going to receive. We will tickle every inch of your pretty feet, as intensively as we want, for as long as we want, and you will simply have to completely submit to it."
This was absolutely insane. Keri was getting more and more desperate and started to violently shake in her bondage. Her toes twitched.
“Now let’s have a look at your stats from the first examination.”
A chart popped up on the screen, showing a picture of Keri’s bare feet. Various areas of her soles have been highlighted in different colors, ranging from yellow to orange to red. Most of the spots where bright red.
Sensitivity Level 4 - Beginner
Heels - 83 %
Arches - 99 %
Soles - 99 %
Toes 95 %
Total - 94 %
Special Focus: Center of the Arch
“I can see why you’re freaking out. Those are fantastic stats for a newcomer like you. You’re already a level 4. We have girls in here who didn’t achieve those kind of stats after months of intensive training. You really can become a top level girl if we push you hard enough. And since you don’t need a lot of foot flexibility and arch training, we can dive right into the endurance tickle training. Tomorrow, you’re going to wake up in the isolation box, and you are not going to leave it for quite some time.”
She could see that Keri didn’t like that at all.
“But before that, let's have some light-hearted fun right now."
Suddenly, Susan grabbed the petite girl by the shoulders, violently rolled her around on her belly, pushed her on the bed and quickly started to strap her down with heavy leather buckles that she pulled out from under the mattress. She tied her upper body to the bed, her shoulders, back and waist, and then she used the rest of the straps to secure the thighs, knees and ankles. Keri was now pinned snuggly to the bed, face down, soles up, and Susan carefully ran her fingers over the bondage, checking for any possible slack, tightening it some more here and there until Keri really couldn’t move anymore.
‘’Do you feel helpless now, sweet girl?’’
Keri whimpered into her gag.
"Oh, of course you do."
Susan now produced a large, stiff looking feather and showed it to Keri’s face, smiling.
‘’I bet you can guess what is going to happen with that, am I right?’’
Keri whimpered again.
“That’s right. I am going to feather your sweet soles now, darling. Now, arch your feet for me like you did before!”
A scared Keri obeyed, flexing her feet as hard as she could. Susan now sat on top of Keri's legs, facing her upturned soles, pinning them down even more with her weight. With one hand, Susan grabbed Keri’s big toes and gently pulled them back, so that they were now completely trapped under Keri's own feet, stretching her soles as taut as a drum, accentuating the balls of her feet and her high arches even more. Susan kept her hand there to hold the toes back. The feather in her other hand was now carefully positioned at the center of Keri's left sole. She turned her head towards Keri.
"If I hold your toes back like this, it really pulls all the delicate nerve endings to the surface, rendering your soft soles so much more ticklish. Isn't that wonderful?"
Keri wasn't really sure if that was such a good thing.
"Now spread your toes some more for me, darling."
Keri tried. Of course, only her small toes managed to move and pop out, the rest was still in Susan's firm grip - exactly what Susan wanted to see.
"Very good. Keep them like that. Ready?"
Keri wasn't ready at all. She tried to squirm, to no avail.
"Good! Let's go."
Susan started to slowly and carefully stroke the hard tip of the feather all over Keri’s completely defenseless, soft bare sole. Up and down, up and down, again and again, all over her deep, curvy arch. Keri began to giggle uncontrollably into her gag. The light kiss of the feather on her stretched out sole tickled as hell. Keri felt so incredibly vulnerable. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to scrunch her toes.
"Keep your toes spread!"
The girl obeyed immediately.
‘’Good girl. Now... does it tickle when I do that?”
With the tip of the feather, she began to draw tiny delicate circles all around the sensitive center of Keri’s high arches, her focus point. The circles grew bigger and bigger until the feather finally spiraled back to where it came from. Susan repeated that cycle over and over again. Keri was hysterical, desparately laughing into her gag.
“Looks like it does! Your soles are so sensitive, honey."
She licked her upper lip with her tongue.
“What about here? Does that tickle? Or here? Yes, that’s a good spot here!”
Susan, the expert tickler, made sure to caress every wrinkle of Keri’s arches with the greatest of care.
"Just look how this feather is running all over your helpless bare soles, darling. I'm carefully tickling every single wrinkle, and you can't do a thing about it!"
Susan was enjoying herself.
"Please... please stop! No more tickling!"
Despite the gag, Susan understood quite well what Keri was saying - she has heard these muffled words many, many times from other desperate girls.
"Oh, of course I am not going to stop, what are you thinking, honey? I am going to tickle your feet all night long! All I want from you is laughing, begging and suffering."
The especially tender spot right at the center of Keri's right sole was being tickled over and over again, slowly and meticulously, and every time the feather scratched over the sensitive skin again, Keri felt more and more ticklish. The effect on her was devastating. She struggled as much as she could, however, her bondage rendered her completely immobile, and her feet were still in the firm grip of Susan. As horrible as the ticklish sensations on her bare soles were, she just had to take it.
Now and then, the feather would continue its way down to the big round balls of her feet or between her spread apart pinky toes. Keri tried her best to wiggle her toes a little to lessen the effect of the tickles, but whenever she did, Susan immediately commanded Keri to spread them again - and her grip holding them back was too strong and firm anyway.
‘’How about this spot, is that good?” she teased as she started to draw fine lines where the toe stems met the balls of her feet.
Keri struggled. She was laughing hard into her gag.
“Oh yes! That’s a great spot. Let’s stay here for a few more minutes."
Keri managed to scream a muffled "Stooooop! Pleeeeeease!!" into her gag.
"Oh no, my darling! I'm not going to stop! I will continue to feather your exquisitely ticklish soles for as long as I want! And there's absolutely nothing you can do about it."
She now started to direct her attention to Keri's left little toe, slowly and carefully feathering it, from the tip to the base and back again. This treatment seemed to drive the poor girl absolutely insane.
"Wonderful reaction, honey! Let's stay here for some time, ok?"
Susan kept the feather focused on Keri's little toe for two full hours before finally moving on. The careful scratching of the feather's tip all over her toe drove the poor girl absolutely insane.
The feathering went on and on. Susan made absolutely sure to tickle every single wrinkle of Keri’s soles, again and again, slowly and carefully. Every now and then she would focus on an especially ticklish spot.
Keri was hysterical.
After six long hours, Susan finally slowed down.
“That was so much fun, sweetheart. A little warm up for all that’s about to follow.”
Keri was completely exhausted. Susan released Keri's toes from her grip and slowly ran the feather halfway between the fourth and pinky toe of her right foot.
She left it stuck in there, leaned over and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead.
“Remember, it will get worse than that. So much worse. See you tomorrow, darling!"
Susan didn't even care to untie her. She smiled, turned on her heels and left the desperate girl in her room.
PART 2
The next day, Susan entered the control center where, through a window, she could see Keri’s isolation compartment. Keri had already been put into her small box by the staff half an hour ago. The box had been slid back in the wall compartment and locked into place. Keri’s freshly pedicured bare feet, side by side, were the only body parts protruding from the wall, at perfect eye level. Her heels were in the firm grip of heavy metal braces, her big toes were clamped tightly together. Her other toes were spread widely apart and fixed in that position with small metal clamps, leaving her big gorgeous soles completely vulnerable and immobile. Keri couldn’t move an inch.
The only thing Susan loved more than female feet was to see them in such severe, inescapable bondage, completely helpless and ready to be tickled.
There were a lot of screens in the control room. Some of them showed medical readings, a very large monitor showed both of Keri’s soles, and a row of twenty smaller monitors showed extreme close-ups of different parts of her feet - her heels, each toe, her arches - overlayed with graphics and sensitivity numbers. Another screen showed the live-feed of the infrared camera pointing at Keri’s face inside the box. Keri was gagged with a ballgag, there was an oxygene mask covering here face, and she wore some sort of headset which completely covered her eyes.
Susan pushed a button on the desk which allowed her voice to be heard inside the box.
“Good morning, sweetheart” she whispered into the microphone. “I’m sure you’re curious what we have in store for you today.”
She could see that Keri’s heartrate increased.
“I’m going to give you a live-feed of your beautiful bare soles so you can see exactly what is going on.”
She pushed another button which turned on Keri’s headset. The heartrate increased even more - Keri could now see, in extreme close up, the bare bottoms of her own feet - completely helpless, toes spread widely apart.
“You really do have some great feet, honey, don't you think? Enjoying the view? I surely do!”
Susan laughed.
"Today, we will start by thoroughly analyzing the sensitivity of your feet again. The preliminary examination gave us a general idea, but it wasn't very accurate."
Keri didn't like the sound of this.
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