Locked in the stocks with her toes tied back, she's completely exposed, every inch of her soft, ticklish soles at my mercy. I start slow, letting my fingers dance over her sensitive skin, building her anticipation with every teasing stroke as her giggles become uncontrollable. But I'm far from finished. I break out my tickle tools, each one making her squirm even more desperately, her laughter turning frantic. Then, just when she thinks she's endured it all, I slip on the gloves. The sensation drives her over the edge, and she completely loses it, laughing and begging without escape. Her pleas...

Locked in the stocks with her toes tied back, she's completely exposed, every inch of her soft, ticklish soles at my mercy. I start slow, letting my fingers dance over her sensitive skin, building her anticipation with every teasing stroke as her giggles become uncontrollable. But I'm far from finished. I break out my tickle tools, each one making her squirm even more desperately, her laughter turning frantic. Then, just when she thinks she's endured it all, I slip on the gloves. The sensation drives her over the edge, and she completely loses it, laughing and begging without escape. Her pleas only fuel my desire to keep going, reminding her how she had me at her mercy before. I won't stop until I have her breathless and saying the safeword. This is tickle torment she won't forget, and I'm loving every second of her surrender.