I’ve never done anything like this before, and now I know why. My feet were trapped in the stocks, toes tied so tight I couldn’t move an inch, and those stupid nylons made everything so much worse. Steffany was way too excited about this. Her nails were all over my feet, and I couldn’t stop laughing,

It had been months since I’d seen Steffany, and I had so much catching up to do. The second I had her tied down, I knew this was gonna be fun. My nails tickled her armpits, down her sides, and across her belly and she had nowhere to go. Her mouth was taped, so I could barely understand her begging, but I could feel how bad it was for her. But I wasn’t stopping. Not yet. Not until I got her good.

Steffany está inclinada sobre a perna como uma boneca que esqueceu como se deve erguer, com a calcinha puxada para baixo apenas o suficiente para roubar o último bocado de sua dignidade. Ela se contorce, chuta, seu riso escorre em explosões de ar exausto que provavelmente negaria se conseguisse pegar o fôlego. Ela não tem mais controle, apenas uma garota presa entre rir e implorar para que pare. Steffany finalmente está onde ela pertence; colocada em seu lugar sensível com nenhuma saída.<\/p>"

In the dim light of some forgotten room, there she is, Steffany, strung up with her hands tied above her head, her panties pulled down just enough to make her blush and her bare ass catching the air as she squirms. She’s laughing so hard she can’t think, and then she feels a spank, sharp, quick, a reminder of how little control she has left. There are only 2 words that can get her out of this mess, and before she knows it, the words are slipping from her mouth, “Yes, Daddy,” again and again. 

Tifany thought she could get away with it, sneaking around with Steffany’s boyfriend, but now she’s all tied up, paying the price. Steffany’s got her stripped naked, blindfolded, tied down, and she knows exactly how to break her, tickling. She knows Tifany’s ticklish to the core, and there’s no better way to make her crack. But even when Tifany confesses, it doesn’t stop. Steffany’s got a score to settle, and every tickle is payback.

There’s a desperation in Steffany's voice as she’s bent over the knee, panties down, whispering, “Please, Daddy. I’ll be a good girl.” But it’s too late for promises. The tickling starts, and she’s laughing uncontrollably, trying to hold on to whatever dignity she’s got left. The more she begs, the more she laughs, and the cycle just keeps going. Now, she’s just another plaything, lost in a world of laughter and discipline, with no way out but through.

My feet were tied to Steffany's feet, and we're going tickle-crazy trying to see who gives up first. We were laughing so hard, trying to tickle each other into submission. It was like the ultimate tickle war, no holding back!