Deciding that your little "friend" here was due early for some added torture, you head over to you secret compartment for all your foot/tickle fetishing needs! Lotions, tapes, strings, feathers, books, and gadgets gallore filled this seemingly small hidden drawer.
"Now what the heck are you-MFFPH!" She starts, but you quickly shut her up by grabbing one of her discarded socks and stuffing it into her mouth, followed by a few strips of duct tape.
"You know, you're really annoying. And loud. As much as I like your laugh, it's too risky to leave you ungagged," you say with a smirk, heading over to her preaty feet. The girl's moans of dread turn to ones of pleasure as you uncap your lotion bottle and easilly apply it to her feet, massaging it in nice and easy. You had always been good at rubbing, and you smirk knowing this easy pleasure for her will soon be more pleasure for YOU. As you had chosen a lotion specifically designed to increase sensitivity tenfold, actually for people with very, very dry skin. When applied to her fresh and supple feet, they had a very comforting, (and soon to be uber ticklish) feel.
After fully rubbing in all the lotion, you then grabbed your rolls of string, carefully tying together her big toes, then for added measure, (and just because you've found tied-up toes preatier) you bind all her smaller toes too. Now there is no way for her to avoid her fate.
"Are you ready?" You ask rehtorically, as she whines is disapproval. Ready or not here you came, expertly using your fingers to tickle her feet.
"MHHHAHAAHHMMMMAAMM!!" comes the laughter from her, as she thrashes around on your bed, bouncing up and down repedativly. Despite this, because of your expert binding, her feet stayed in place perfectly for your ticklers.
You continue her torture for about a half an hour before the phone rings. You cautiously pick it up to hear your mother's voice.
"Hello deary, I'm just calling to say your father and I have decided to spend the weekend in Vegas. I know it's last minute, but you're 16 and it's a long weekend anyway so you won't have to worry about school or anything. That okay?"
"Oh yes Ma, do whatever. I'll be fine on my own." Your mind races with superb joy! What fantastical luck!
"Okay dear. We'll be back on Sunday. I'll call periodically to check up! Goodbye!"
You return to your room to see the Burgaler trying in vain to break her bonds, pulling on her bound wrists only to jiggle the bed.
"Well little missy, my parent's are gone for the whole weekend. Which means you're mine for quite a while..."
The girl gulps in despair.
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