As your wiggling fingers inch towards her vulnerable feet you begin to smile, imagining her imminent suffering. Your fingers are an inch from her soles when suddenly you hear a short mumble. You fingers stop and your body grows rigid!
Laura's feet move away to be replaced by her pretty face, barely an inch from yours.
"Silly boy," she says, smirking triumphantly. "I heard you butchering that spell from the corridor. Wanna find out what it does? When performed by a competent sorcerer of course!"
Your heart starts pounding as Laura steps back and mouths the incantation. Suddenly, your arms are raised above your head and your legs snap together. Your eyes widen as your clothes disintegrate, leaving you completely naked in front of your rival! You feel rope wrap around your wrists and ankles, tying them together. Next you are lifted from your feet and placed lying down on the bed. Your big toes are bound together by string, your wrists and ankles tied to the bed frame.
"There, performed perfectly!" Laura gloats, "rendering the target naked and bound. And to think, if you had done this correctly, I'd be the one naked and vulnerable!"
Despite being extremely embarrassed you try to keep your nerve. "Alright Laura, you've proved your point, now let me out"
"No no no..." Laura mutters, eyeing your body lasciviously, "Not 'til I've had my fun. Besides, I have to teach you a lesson."
"Please Laura..." you beg, already losing your composure.
"You're in better shape than I expected," Laura continues, ignoring you "And bigger than I expected! Did the thought of tickling me turn you on?" She purred, referring to your erection. "Now I'm going to tickle you, how about that!"
"Hmmm...where should I tickle you sweety?" She asks with a wicked grin. "Your sides? Your armpits? Poor you...you have no way of knowing where I'm going to attack!" With that she reaches over and grabs the backs of your knees, causing you to jerk violently, a sound like "MMMmmmph-ph-phhhh!" escaping through your tightly clasped lips. "And you're totally naked! I could do anything I wanted to you right now, and there's not one thing you could do about it!" she teases, giving your bum a little pinch to emphasize her point.
"No, Laura I'll do whatever you want...please"
"You were going to tickle my feet...." She says, ponderously, but knowingly.
Laura grins in satisfaction as your expression betrays your fear. Mounting your legs, she faces your feet. You hear her utter another incantation and notice a small flash of light, as something seems to appear in her hands.
You feel the drip of cold oil falling onto your feet. You shake your head in protest. Holding your toes back with one hand, Laura methodically works the massage oil onto every exposed inch of your soles. You squeal the most when the brush paints your toes with oil, especially as it traces along the tops of your toe nails. As the bush is so small, it takes the whole 10 minutes to coat your feet in oil. You’re a giggling mess.
“So my little tickle victim! Are those cute NAKED FEET of yours ready for fun!?”
“Laura,” you wail, pleading with your captor. “Please don’t do this, I know what I did and I’m sorry. I really am. I’ll do anything you say, please let me out!!!”
“Get ready, Sweety,” Laura purrs, adopting a mocking, teasing tone. “Here come the magic fingers!”
She begins slowly playing with the bottoms of your feet, gently flicking her long index fingernail against your arches and wriggling along your toes
Suddenly, you feel Laura’s nails flitter and scribble over the bottoms of your feet like hyperactive spiders. They barely graze the skin, just enough to tickle like the very devil! You instantly howl with laughter, your toes curling up reflexively.
“AH, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OH GOD!! OH GOD!! OH GOD!!! OH, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
“Tickle, tickle, tickle,” Laura teases, in a high singsong voice. “You’re gonna break sooner or later, bitch, you know it and I know it. The only thing you have any control over is, when? Tickle tickle tick-ull!”
The position of your bondage makes it impossible to bend your knees, or move your feet in any way but the slightest wiggle. Laura keeps up a non-stop assault of your feet, sending electric surges of tickling sensation through you. All you can do is laugh.
Laura’s wriggling nail-tips work ferociously on your foot-nerves. She targets underneath the ball of your foot and the tender flesh underneath your toes!
Next Laura begins using her mouth to tickle your feet. She nibbles along your arch, around the ball of your foot and under your toes. She then slides her tongue in between your toes.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! AHHH! Y-YOU B-BITCH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! EEEHEEHEEHEEHAHAHA!! S-STOP THAT ON MY TOES!!” you scream.
“My goodness,” Laura sneers, not letting up on the ticklish torture even for a instant. “Such naughty language for such a sweet boy!”
Before long you find it difficult to struggle as you're sapped of energy from all the laughing! You begin shaking all over, laughing constantly.
Unable to believe how intense the tickling of Laura’s tongue was, or how humiliating. You have no idea how long his torture will last. You think you might faint as Laura alternates between wriggling fingers and torturous nibbles.
Just then, you feel real pressure from your abdomen, as the tickling threatens to cause you to lose control of your bladder. You remember studying this in class - "Urge incontinence". The tickling was affecting your nervous system so much you were losing control of your bladder!
"Laura please...I need to pee!" you warn her.
"Really?" she respond, "You really are pathetic! Well that'll really teach you not to mess with me!"
Dismounting, she grabs your desk chair and faces your feet. "NO....pleeaase..." you beg.
Laura begins wriggling her fingers up and down your soles. She tickles around your heels, along your taut arch and under the ball of your foot. She allows herself a sinister giggle as she returns to the most ticklish spot; the soft flesh just below your toes. With one hand, she pulls back your toes, exposing the area. With the other, she wriggles her fingers intensely, rapidly gliding each nail across the vulnerable flesh.
You twist this way and that, pleading for relief. Your constant giggling is punctuated by shrieks and silent laughter. It is utter ticklish agony.
“Hahahaha!" you laugh, as you arch your back and tense your abs to hold the pee.
“Kootchy-kootchy-koo!” Laura cooes, as she rotates her fingertips in between your tender toes, lightly pinches your heels, scratches lightly at the ball of your foot and clawes along your arches.
And with that, the piss gushes from your penis, pouring all over your belly and bed.
Laura laughs evilly, a glint in sadistic eyes. She brings her face close to yours and whispers "Who owns you?"
"You do." you whisper back, feeling completely spent and utterly humiliated.
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