"I think we should continue our little therapy session. I'm gonna use tools this time" you tell the struggling woman. "Tools? NO, PLEASE NO" panicked Olivia. "Shh. No begging, pleading or panicking...just laughing" you say softly before grabbing a single goose feather and softly stroking it up and down Olivia's squirming left sole.
"NO-HO-HOOOOOOOOOOOO. BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAA. I'M NOT INSANE, I DOHOHOHOHON'T NEED TIHIHIHIHICKLE THERAPY. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.......................NAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAT MY TOES. GET AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAY FROM THE TOES, I'M BEGGING YOU" howled Olivia. "Such amazing feet, so ticklish and sensitive. Here comes another feather to pay your right foot the same attention" you smile as you grab another goose feather. Now both of Olivia's soles are getting tickled. Her toes wiggle, her feet squirm and she struggles against her restraints, begging for anything to end this torment on her helpless bare feet.
"OH GOD NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. I'M TOO TICKLISH FOR THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS. *SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAL* GET OFF MY TOHOHOHOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOES. I DON'T BELOHOHOHOHONG HERE, LEMME OUT RIGHT NOHOHOHOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOW" screams Olivia. "This is for your own good, I promise you. Now, let's try a DIFFERENT method of tickling your feet" you smile as you floss the feathers between Olivia's wiggling toes.
"OH CRAPHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. NOT THEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE, NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT BETWEEN MY POOR TOES. I'M GONNA FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAINT. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. THAT TICKLES, IT TICKLES, MAKE IT STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP" Olivia screams as her toes try to escape.
Eventually, you stop and let Olivia have a break. She has tears of laughter rolling down her face and her hair is a mess.
"Just a little break, my dear. Then we move onto the next phase...BRUSHES" you smile. "Oh god, oh god, you're gonna KILL ME, YOU ANIMALS" yelled Olivia. "Oh, come now. It's not THAT bad" you chuckle. "PLEASE LET ME GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" begged Olivia. "I'm sorry, but the tickle therapy isn't complete yet. You're doing quite well though" you tell her. Olivia continues to struggle. "Shh, hey now. This is for your own good, sweetie" you say as you comfort the woman.
You take some time to decide what to do next. Soon, you decide to...
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