My all-too-willing psychology student agreed to take part in my footjob experiment, and it didn’t occur to him to question the nature of my “testing” after seeing my skintight latex. 30 minutes later, he’s thoroughly strapped to a chair, mouth taped shut, begging for mercy. With my feet, I tease. With my words, I taunt. And with my hands, I tickle, proving the ease of orgasm control by this new method. No matter how pent-up his desire to cum, he JUST CAN’T while I’m tickling. Could you?