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Sunshine in an apartment sitting on the couch in the middle of a call, saying the following as her part of the conversation:

“What do you me have I locked my doors?”

“A tickle stalker? You can’t be serious!”

“That’s too weird to be possibly real! Anywho I’m about to take my late afternoon nap, so the place is already locked up tight.”

“Yeah you take care too Natasha, bye for now.”

She ends the call and takes a big stretch ahead of getting comfy at a corner of the sofa, putting her shoed feet up on the t...

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Sunshine in an apartment sitting on the couch in the middle of a call, saying the following as her part of the conversation:

“What do you me have I locked my doors?”

“A tickle stalker? You can’t be serious!”

“That’s too weird to be possibly real! Anywho I’m about to take my late afternoon nap, so the place is already locked up tight.”

“Yeah you take care too Natasha, bye for now.”

She ends the call and takes a big stretch ahead of getting comfy at a corner of the sofa, putting her shoed feet up on the table, then closing her eyes. After she does so, fade to black. After a couple of seconds (with screen still black) we hear the sounds of footsteps, then a quick crash & bang sound, then Sunshine saying: “What the fuck was...” then its muffled gag talk as a hand is now over her mouth. Then all goes silent again, and a few seconds later we get a picture.

Sunshine is back on couch, now with hands & legs tape tied, and blindfolded. Legs have been placed on a table. She asks what’s going on, why can’t she see, who is there.

Stalker will never answer, and just ignores all her questions and complaints. As POV, will only ever see the ticklers hands/arms (doesn’t matter if male or female), and they start by un-tying, and then removing their sneakers, then tickle testing her socked feet with first fingers, and then feathers. After a minute or so, one sock is taken off, the barefoot getting plenty of finger and then feather tickling. She angerly shouts to leave her feet alone and stop tickling, that this must be all a nightmare she’s having, there’s no such thing as a tickle stalker! Stalker now removes the other sock, now moving to give both feet plenty of finger and feather tickling.

For the remaining time, the stalker rotates how they tickle, mixing and matching using their fingers, feathers, then electric toothbrushes (or similar). Just before time is up, tickler stops and she is catching breath, we get a camera close-up of the feet for several seconds before fading to black. Then, we see Sunshine wake up on the couch without her bonds & blindfold, with everything seeming as it was before she napped. She then says: “Oh thank god, it WAS just a horrible nightmare!” Then she looks and notices her sneakers and socks are not only off but gone. She exclaims: “Oh no, the tickle stalker really did get me!”