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Summer Commission Sale!

Journal Entry: Sat May 30, 2015, 5:39 PM
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In honour of all the flip flops and bare feet seen during summer time, I'm having a summer commission sale! For limited time only, I'll be accepting commissions for only 25 dollars for 3000-4000 words!

More commission info can be found here:
Opening Commissions Officially.Hi.
I've been doing commissions for a while now, but I've never made a proper journal about it, so I thought it was high time I got around to making a journal to let potential commissioners know about how I operate.
Usually how it works is we first agree on a price - my going rate is $30 for 4000-5000 words. If you want to commission me for multiple stories, then maybe we can talk about a package deal. In terms of payment, you pay half up front, and half when it is finished. Unfortunately, I don't accept points. 
Then you tell me what features you would like to see in the story - lee(s)/ler(s), tools, the situation/context, techniques, that sort of thing. I'm open to writing both /f or /m. I've done a variety of sadistic stories and light-hearted casual stories (check my gallery) with upper-body/feet focuses, so I'm alright with writing pretty much everything - You just need to be specific and state what you would like to see.
I don't charge more if you want multiple lees/ler

A sample commission info page might look like this.

Sample Commission Firstly, the general points. All characters will wear nylons since that is my preference. Tickling should focus primarily on the stockinged feet but other area are perfectly acceptable for variety. My favourite tickling implement is the feather, but again other implements are fine, as are fingers or even the tickler using their own feet as a weapon (nyloned of course). The nylons should not be torn off at any point.
Even though some of the scenes will feature interrogation type scenarios, I prefer the tickling to be reasonably playful. I enjoy dialogue and teasing.
Feel free to use as much Star Wars lore, locations, creatures as you see fit. You know far better than I that such things have a huge impact on bringing a story to life. Feathers from Star Wars creatures would make sense. Tickle bots, creatures, plants etc can be used as long as there is still a 'direct' tickling element. For example, the Endor scene could involve a tickling plant but Leia should still be feathered directly

Have a lovely summer, all! Note me if you have any further queries.

P.S. The information above at the 'Facebook', 'note me', etc is for the designer of the skin. It's not me!

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Just a few words

Journal Entry: Sat Jan 3, 2015, 6:49 AM
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The new year is upon us, and I would just like to see a big thank you to all my watchers, commenters and commissioners who have been following me over the years. It's indescribably heartwarming to get such wonderfully long comments or birthday wishes or even another (!) premium subscription for a year.

I'm touched indeed, and resolve to work even harder in the coming new year! I thank my commissioners for their infinite patience!I'm back from my vacation, and you know that means more stories coming soon! (say within the coming week). 

Hope you all just a wonderful new year filled with mirth and laughter!

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Star Wars TK: Kerry Altira’s Revenge on Leia


It was several months into the war effort, and things were going even more smoothly than Leia Skywalker would have dared dream. She had always known there had been some simmering discontent among the various Rim worlds about the Empire’s myopic ‘stabilization’ of discontent worlds through violent force, as the Empire’s tendentious habit of sending in Stormtroopers and interrogation officers to quell any signs of rebellion had also done them few favours in terms of sympathy. There really was a lack of esprit de corps among planets within the Empire’s influence, with each planet simply thinking about self-preservation first and foremost, and evading the Emperor’s wrath. As a result of the current imbroglio that was the rebel resistance, the Empire had tightened its screws on many other planets, but this only had the opposite effect of sending more planets flocking to support the rebels, either openly or covertly.

With every day that passed, it seemed Leia and her friends had a new ally, offering them information or resources. Today was no different, as Leia checked the holonets to see if she had received any new transmissions. She had some updates from her troops in the field, some on-going negotiations, and other miscellaneous information that one must keep an eye on when organizing a rebellion, but what caught her eye most was a holographic message she had received from a certain Kerry Altira.

Leia vaguely recalled Miss Altira. She had been a wide-eyed brunette, easy enough on the eyes, who had likely been recruited by the Empire through one of their romanticized propaganda videos which played on a combination of jingoism and adventure to trick suckers into signing up for the Empire. The last time Leia had seen Kerry, she had finished interrogating the young, wilful officers into giving up some codes she required, and then left her to have her soft nylon-clad feet tickled by some cleaning machine.

Unbidden, memories suddenly flowed back to the forefront of Leia’s consciousness – a pair of exquisitely shapely and ticklish feet, which rivalled Leia’s own in terms of beauty and acute sensitivity. Tickling them had been tremendously enjoyable, and if Kerry was serious about wanting to join the Empire, as she claimed in the hologram, then surely she would not object to a test of her resolve...

She re-watched the holographic message, carefully studying Kerry’s expression for malice. As Kerry stated her desire to join to Rebel Alliance, saying she had secret information about Empire movements she would offer, Leia detected a high level of excitement about the energetic girl, like she was about to embark on some grand journey; it really wasn’t the temperament of someone who planned on selling Leia out to the Empire. It sounded like Kerry had done some serious soul searching (after Leia’s sole searching of her feet for ticklish spots) and had become jaded with the Empire’s way of doing things. Leia’s first instinct was that Kerry’s conversation was a genuine one, and she had always trusted her instincts – now more than ever.

Kerry had asked to meet the Princess on Dantooine, leaving instructions on how to get there and what to wear (regulation Imperial grey uniform with black nylons to blend in), and Leia sent out a reply. Dantooine was a planet in the Outer Rim, and with most of the Empire pulling its forces out to strike at the rebels, there was a minimal Empire presence there, so Leia felt reassured that even in the event of trouble, she could count on nearby Rebel sympathizers for help. She informed her comrades about her decision, and then set off in her private Starfighter, with a squadron of X-wings and A-wings for support. She wasn’t about to go diving in without backup, no matter how sure she was that Kerry had no truly malicious intentions at heart.

Leia was rather looking forward to this recruitment session in truth, because having been tickled so often she had developed a particular fondness for doling out what she generally received. She had carried a feather secured to her thigh under her skirt, thinking she would have a bit more fun with Kerry prior to formally accepting her into the Alliance. Leia was sure Kerry would not mind (much).

Her starfighter set down in the grassy plains of Dantooine. She took a deep breath of the slightly humid Dantooine air, and took in the sights. It had been a long time since she had been here. She spied a pack of Kath Hounds hunting after a galloping Iriaz, while several Kinrath skulked about in a nearby cave.

She was walking distance to the settlement where Kerry had agreed to meet her, so she waved a hand to the captain of her guard telling him to wait here. The look on his face said he disagreed with this notion, but Leia reassured him with a smile. “If I’m not back by sundown come get me. My transponder is on. There’s no need to worry.”

Her captain bowed his head reluctantly. “As you say, Princess. We’ll be waiting here.”

The regular Dantooine day was 25 hours long, so Leia estimated she had about eight hours before dusk. Plenty of time to find out if Kerry Altira was as feather sensitive all over her body as Leia theorized. “Let’s not keep our new ticklish recruit waiting,” she smiled to herself, humming as she strode off in search of the bar where Kerry would be waiting for her.


Leia strode into the empty tavern, her head bobbing to the sound of the hologram Bith band playing in the corner of the room (clearly they were operating on a tight budget here). At the table furthest away from the entrance, was a brown-haired young lady that could only be Kerry Altira. There was no one else in the bar aside from a bored-looking bartender whose eyes were on a screen showing the latest news on the HoloNet.

Leia strode purposefully to the seated girl, plopping herself down with a smile.

“Afternoon, Officer Altira. I hope you aren’t thinking of defecting to the Rebel Alliance.”

There was a twinkle of recognition which coalesced into mischief in Kerry’s big brown eyes as she recognized the voice, and decided to play along. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it. I hear those dirty Rebels are savage to girls with ticklish feet.”

“Don’t you know it,” Leia grinned, as she gestured to the bartender for a drink. “Now on a serious note,” Leia said, as the bartender plopped down a foaming mug in front of her. “What do you have for me?”

“I come bearing many gifts,” Kerry giggled excitedly, like a schoolgirl meeting her idol for the first time. “Wouldn’t want to make a bad impression on my new friends.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a little silver datapad. “Coordinates and destinations of all the nearby Imperial spacecraft. My navigational station keeps track of this sort of thing, as you may remember.”

Leia remembered Kerry’s astonishingly ticklish nylon-clad feet well enough, so she nodded as she took the datapad and turned it on. Her eyes focused down on the screen as she skimmed through the information on the electronic device. It all looked legitimate, to her delight, as she began beaming the information through her com back to her ship.

“You spoke of other gifts?” Leia smiled, after she had finished fiddling with the device. Kerry was being so helpful that Leia was considering tickling her only briefly, say for an hour or so. Little did Leia know, that being so absorbed with studying the information in the datapad, Kerry had slipped a certain substance into the Princess’s drink…

“My personal donation to the cause,” Kerry said, putting a credit chip on the stained table. “I emptied the safe before I came out. I decided I deserved a raise for all my good service.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” Leia nodded, as she took the small, flat chip. Every little bit helped for an organization like the Rebel Alliance.

“And this might come in handy too,” Kerry said, fishing a keycard out of her pocket. “it took some ‘persuasion’ of a certain ticklish Twilek desk jockey running the supplies depot in the nearby port, but this is to the imperial armoury there. The weaponry should be useful if things get messy.”

“That cannot have been easy to get…” Leia said, genuinely impressed. She felt a twinge of guilt. It really felt like sacrilege to punish such a dutiful support of the Rebel Alliance with a sustained bout of tickle-torture.

“I feel like we should make it up to you, somehow. You’ve really gone above and beyond here,” Leia said, as she sipped from her drink again. “Would you like to be made captain of your own squadron?”

“You know, now that you mention it… there is something…” Kerry said innocently, a slender finger on her chin.

“The Rebel Alliance is generous with its supporters,” Leia nodded, as she beckoned for Kerry to continue her request.

“Well, you had a lot of fun tickling my poor nyloned feet last time round. You were good. Really good. It got me wondering if you might be ticklish yourself. A takes one to know one kind of thing.”

Leia laughed. That was all? Kerry just wanted to gossip and tease her a bit? That was easily worth all the contributions Kerry had just bestowed on the Rebel Alliance.

“You got me there. When I got pedicures at the royal palace on Alderaan I would always burst out into giggles.”

“Ahhh, that explains a lot. So where are you most ticklish?”

Kerry’s probing was veering into suspicious territory, but Leia decided to let it pass, as she still only sensed a combination of mischief and excitement in the young brunette. She had done a huge favour for the Rebels after all.

“The whole of my foot, really. But the arches are always bad, and under the toes. I’m not sure I’m really as ticklish as you though,” Leia said, with a laugh, as she made to get up. “Speaking of which, shall we be off? My squad is waiting for us.” Leia was eager to get her curious new ally somewhere more private, and give her a proper ticklish initiation into the Rebel Alliance. She definitely intended to ask Kerry where she was most ticklish on the way later.

“Give me a minute,” Kerry said, as she grinned mysteriously. “There’s something I want to try first.”

“What’s that?”

Kerry’s hands shot out and squeezed Leia’s sides, making the startled princess shriek in surprise. The princess tried to push the other girl’s hands away, but she felt sluggish and slow, as if she had drank a dozen pints instead of just one. “Guess you’re pretty ticklish up here too,” Kerry chuckled, as her sharp nails skittered up and down Leia’s ribs, before darting into the princess’s perfect armpits.

“Wahahahahat are you dohohohoing?” Leia spluttered, her head spinning. Only too late did she realize her drink had been spiked.

“Well, there’s one more thing I wanted… a big of good ol’ honest revenge! Only fair, Princess!” Kerry said, her fingers questing along Leia’s stomach now.

As Leia’s consciousness ebbed away and she slumped to the floor, Kerry motioned to the bartender, who had been enjoying the sight of their catfight. “Help me carry her into the room I booked, would ya?” Kerry called.

“Bloody imperials,” he grumbled under his breath, having taken the whole incident as an example of political infighting due to Leia and Kerry both donning Imperial Officer garb. “Don’t make a mess,” he warned, as the two of them heaved the slumbering Leia into one of the rooms the bars offered for customers of a… lascivious temperament.

“Don’t you worry… you might hear some noise though,” Kerry grinned.

“Sound-proofing on policy,” the bartender said, knowing that many of his patrons tended to be quite loud during their nocturnal activities. “Have a good one,” he said, repeating the same phrase he said to all his customers.

“You bet I will,” Kerry said, as she plonked the unconscious Leia on the bed.


Kerry rubbed her fingers together, a broad smile on her face as she admired her slumbering, snoring future leader. She hoped Leia would not take offence! She had wanted to do this every since the Rebel Princess had sauntered into her life. She stripped off Leia’s high black boots with relish, taking in a deep breath as she savoured the moment. Who knew when she might get this chance again!

She finished tugging off the tough boots, and got her first glance as the Princess’s royal feet. They were clad in the regulation black nylons, of course. The skin on the tops and in Leia’s high, wrinkly arches were milky white and the balls, heels and sides of her feet were a slightly pinkish colour, doubtless from all her evading Leia must do as de-facto leader of the resistance. The toes had    a glossy, transparent nail polish. It was difficult to ascertain much of this due to the black hue of the stockings, but Kerry reckoned her assumptions would be on point.

The skin looked tender, like they had received constant pedicures in the past. Kerry wondered if Leia had stopped by the local salon in town before she stopped by, as she herself was a frequent customer of that charming little spa. Kerry had actually been there earlier today to pick up a few supplies for her time with the pretty, ticklish Princess. She deposited a pumice stone (the blasted things always tickled her terribly) and some massaging oil at the foot of the bed. Kerry rubbed her hands together, buzzing with excitement. She hummed a tune they always played on Imperial propaganda holovids (it was a kind of imperial march), to herself as she tied Leia’s ankles to the bedposts at the corners of the bed in the room.

As she made her way to Leia’s wrists, Kerry was surprised to discover a feather strapped to Leia’s thigh.

“What do we have here?” Kerry murmured, as she picked up the feather and ran it through her fingers. “It seems like someone had a few bad intentions!” she said sternly to the slumbering Princess, flicking the feather across her nylon-covered inner thighs. Leia giggled a bit in her sleep, and Kerry quickly relented – it would not do to wake up her ‘guest’ until she was fully prepared for her! Kerry dropped the feather with her other toys and finishing tying Leia’s wrists to the bedpost. Leia was already starting to wake up at this point (that was fast!)

“Wha… what’s going on?” Leia said, startled to find herself bound to a bed by rope. “Oh, you’re joking me…” Leia said, when she spotted the feather, the oil, and the pumice stone lurking near her devastatingly vulnerable and sensitive feet.

“Well, you see, there was another thing I wanted in return for my help,” Kerry said, flashing her pearly-white teeth at Leia.

“I think I can work out where this is going,” Leia said, in a resigned tone of voice as she wiggled her toes.

“Your powers of observation are astounding. That must be your royal education,” Kerry said with a chuckle, as she reached for the feather that she had discovered on Leia’s person. “I think you came to see me with rather… ticklish ideas in mind.”

Leia looked visibly uncomfortable at the sight of Kerry holding the feather Leia had planned on using on their newest ally. “I was going to, um,” Leia paused, before deciding on the truth. “Tickle you with that, yes; just to test your dedication to our cause!”

“A likely story,” Kerry snorted, as she brushed the feather down Leia’s right foot as punishment, making the Princess yelp. “You just wanted to give my poor nylon-covered tootsies a tickling again!”

“Mahahahaybeeeeheee!” Leia spluttered, as her nylon clad soles were treated to a few more teasing strokes from the feather.

Kerry’s grin grew further. “I can see why, this is pretty fun!” Kerry giggled, cradling the feather with both hands. “But since you were planning on tickling me anyway, I won’t feel guilty about this!” she said, sticking her tongue out as she focused her efforts on feathering Leia’s feet, one at a time. She loved the way Leia’s nyloned soles would respond to each swish and flick of the feather, like it was doing its own ticklish little dance. The arches were clearly a bad spot, as during this the toes would scrunch together and quiver like there was an earthquake. Kerry smirked as she traced the tip of the stiff feather up and down Leia's arches methodically, only occasionally altering the pace by throwing in quick strokes to keep her on her toes. 

The toes were a fun spot too, because of the way the feet would twitch right and left, to try to dodge the invading touch of the feather. It was clear that the toes were nearly if not equally as bad as the arches, based on the desperate flail they would do every time the feather crept its way under the toes or along the tips.

At this point, the Princess’s pleas had already dissolved into a steady stream of musical, royal laughter. “Oh, I could do this all day…” Kerry giggled, as she used one hand to hold Leia’s right foot still while she treated the foot to the feathering of a lifetime.

“Nohohohohoho!” Leia exclaimed through wild laughter.

“Oh, don’t worry…” Kerry said reassuringly, as she put down the feather to give Leia a quick break. “I was serious about wanting to join the alliance. I just think I need to give these pretty things a bit of punishment,” she said, giving Leia’s nearest foot a little poke with her sharp nails, making the Princess gasp. “I think another twenty minutes is fair considering you were planning on tickling me too, wouldn’t you say?” she asked, as she reached for the oil.

“I guess…” Leia huffed, her breathing still wild from the tickling as she felt the oil being rubbed all over her nylon clad feet. Kerry could see Leia’s legs and feet relaxing as Kerry (with the dexterous skills of a typist!) rubbed the Princess’s soles with both hands. “Why can’t we just do this?” Leia sighed contently, thinking it made a wondrous change from the tickling. 

Of course, her comfort was not to last, as just when Leia began to settle in for the massage, she suddenly felt a rough, abrasive touch of something on her right foot, making slow circular motions. Leia arched her back as best she could tied eagle-spread, and let loose a loud squeal that she was surprised didn’t draw the attention of the bartender from next door.

“Wahahahat is thahahat!” Leia exclaimed, trying to crane her head down for a better look at the strange thing that was doing an ungodly job tickling the heck out of her poor right foot. It felt somewhat familiar, but she could not quite put her finger on it.

“A pumice stone,” Kerry explained patiently, as she focused on the fleshy balls of Leia’s feet. “I’m giving you a pedicure. Aren’t I the sweetest?”

“Nohohoho!” Leia squeaked as her ally continued to brush the pumice stone around her smooth pink balls of her left foot.

“You know this is just the warm up, right?” Kerry said, squirting more oil onto Leia’s feet and rubbing it in. “I get wait to get at these dainty things properly with my fingers later…”

Leia’s eyes grew wide at this revelation as she suddenly noticed how long Kerry’s fingernails were – it seemed the turncoat had been growing out her nails just for this occasion! But there was no time to worry about this now, as Kerry was in the midst of thoroughly pumicing Leia’s creamy, high arches, which were not taking the pedicure process well at all.

Leia was sure at least half an hour had passed, but she was in no place to object. The fact that Kerry had finished her pumicing was no cause for celebration though, as now Leia’s feet were probably as ticklish as they had ever been, and they were usually plenty ticklish enough just in nylons anyway!

After coating Leia’s soles with a fresh layer of oil, Kerry looked at the pink, perfect soles with a hungry glitter in her brown eyes. “Are you ready, Princess? But we’ll be done after the next five minutes,” she said, wiggling her long nails towards the helpless, nyloned soles.

“Can I say no?”

“Uh uh,” Kerry said, with a chuckle as she began spider tickling Leia’s super oily, nylon clad soles with the very tips of her fingers. Normally, this would be barely enough to register, even on someone as ludicrously ticklish as Leia, but on already sensitive nylon feet that had just been covered in oil...

Leia scrunched her toes tightly, and closed her eyes, as she tried to defy the sensations that came creeping up her legs. As always, this was fruitless.

“Gahahahaha! It tihihihickles!” she squeaked, burbling with laughter as she felt Kerry’s tease one foot at a time, then both feet together, before jumping back to one foot at a time. Although Leia was having a rough time of things, Kerry was having the time of her life. Leia’s regal-looking feet were gorgeous, and Kerry was relishing every moment she had with those delicate appendages. With the oil and nylons, they were velvety, soft, and slick to the touch. The skin felt so soft and tender it almost felt like they were tickling Kerry’s fingertips in return. Well, no. Kerry was definitely tickling the heck out of those pretty peds!

Kerry traced her fingers in random patterns up and down Leia's soles, delighting at the way the silky smooth skin reacted to every movement. The way the sole would wrinkle up was delicious, as were the way the toes would splay open every time Kerry’s fingers sank into the butter-soft flesh along the balls of the foot. She could sit back and watch those soles dance all day, but she knew she could not.

“I’m a woman of my word, Princess,” Kerry said, in a tone that suggested she deeply regretted that she was. She released Leia from her bonds.

“Thaaa… thank you,” a breathless Leia said, as she reached down to rub her tingling feet. There was an awkward silence as Kerry feared that she had gone over the line. Would Leia forgive her? Leia had brought a blaster with her – might Kerry be shot for her insubordination? Kerry’s heart was pounding in her chest as the Princess rubbed her wrists were the ropes had chaffed her. Finally she spoke.

“What’s the time?”

“Um, about three hours before sundown?” answered a perplexed Kerry. “So, are we okay?”

Leia smiled. “I’ll forgive this little episode… but your next two hours are mine. Get on the bed and take off your boots.”

Kerry’s jaw dropped. “Two hours! I only tickled you for like thirty minutes!”

“I’m a princess. Are you going to do it?”

Kerry’s jaw tightened. “Yes.”

Leia laughed. “Taking it on the chin, I see; a woman after my own heart. The alliance is happy to have you,” Leia said, as she reached down for the oil and pumice stone that Kerry had used to such effect.

“Uhhh, go easy?” Kerry gulped, as she pulled off her boots.

Leia merely smirked. “I’m assigning you to my personal escort. I think we’ll schedule some private training sessions, say every week or so. I think this’ll help keep your reflexes sharp. Laugh if you consent,” she said, as she gave her nails and experimental scrape down Kerry’s nyloned arch.



And so Leia recruited the future captain of her personal royal guard.

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LoL TK: Ahri’s Slave


The Nine-Tailed Fox, Ahri strolled off the concert stage, smiling as she savouring the cheers from a delighted crowd, and the chorus of applause. The sounds of a crowd whipped into an amorous frenzy followed her as she walked backstage, intermingled by the clacks of her high heels. The pop starlet twirled a manicured finger around her golden curls as she waltzed her svelte frame back into her dressing room where he would be waiting.

Her feet were sore, like they always were from standing in those towering high heels for so long. But Ahri knew she looked gorgeous in them, and she knew she had just the person to rub away all the aches and pain from her time on the stage. She fumbled with a key as she laid a milky-white hand on the doorknob to her dressing room. She adored the sounds of the stage, the clamour of the howling crowd, who all, unmistakably, wanted her. They wanted her with every fibre of their being, man or woman. Ahri tittered to herself, closing her eyes as she inhaled deeply with a smile. I know what they desire. She could smell the lust in the room. Her room, where her toy was there waiting for her. It would not do to keep him waiting any longer.

She pushed open the door with a fierce grin on her face. You could see her fox-like teeth sharp in her smile. “Did you miss me, slave?”

“More than anything,” her slave said weekly, looking up from the large bed where he had been bound naked and eagle-spread. He had almost recited it correctly this time, Ahri thought. His training had been going well.

“You will address me at all times as Mistress Ahri, slave. Do not forget your place,” the fox said sternly, as she slid inside the room, shut the door, and made her way to the makeup table. She could see from the mirror her slave was watching her intently, his longing eyes shifting from her ample rump, to her wicked toned legs, to her backless dress. She took her time, disrobing, knowing that it teased him so, as she pulled of her hat, her heart-shaped medallion, and her jacket till she wore nothing but her derrière, which showed off her bosom alluringly. 

By the time she turned around, she was pleased to see his member, which had been limp and slumbering when she first walked in, was already in a semi-aroused state. What a delightful find he had been. She had found him lurking outside the concert grounds one day, clamouring for her autograph. He was shy and cute, so she had taken him inside and had her way with him. Not simply for sex, oh no… it would not do to kill her new boytoy when he could be repurposed for other designs.

Ahri’s charming abilities would wear off on strong-minded individuals, but for a natural submissive like this one, it could be nigh-permanent, which was just the way she liked it. He was the perfect tonic for her long concerts. She sat at the foot of her bed, and began to slowly unzip those killer black high-heels of hers. She knew the effect it had on him. What luck she had to find a foot fetishist. All the better to tease…  By the time her pantyhose clad feet were free, he was already almost fully erect. Ahri giggled to herself. It really was too easy.  She pointed down at the cock ring she made him wear with a pink-painted finger. “Does that feel comfortable, my sweet slave?”

He gulped. It was a game they played regularly, and by now Ahri had conditioned him to know what would happen if he answered in a petulant, insolent manner. 

“N-No, Mistress Ahri. I l-love it,” he said, with a look of pleading in his big brown eyes. 

Ahri’s grin was downright predatory as she extended her long legs across his chest, taking care to accidentally on purpose brush against his growing erection and make him gasp. The cock ring’s purpose was two-fold. It was a necessity, in that Ahri’s destructive powers would kill a man if she had sex with them, but only if they climaxed inside her. As a result, the tight cock ring kept her boytoy alive long enough to continue his service. The cock ring was also diabolically fun. She could see the desperation in those big brown eyes of his after being teased and edged for hours. She didn’t know what he was complaining about. He had been so desperate to please, and now he was doing that. He should be grateful for simply the pleasure of her company. She was making sure to tickle the guilt-inducing look of him thoroughly.

But that was all for later. It started with her massage. Her slender, shapely feet were perpetually tired after concerts, and the soft, tender tongue of her boy made the perfect cure. She rubbed her immaculate feet over his face and sat back as the probing tongue did its work. It lapped over the slick fabric of her stockings, as his tongue kiss and sucked the pedicured appendages. Her toes were painted a matching sharp pink of course, as they curled and wiggled happily as they were engulfed by his loving mouth.  Ahri’s feet were sensitive to stimulation of every kind, and the truth was the tongue treatment tickled them slightly, and her slave knew better than to attempt to nibble on her toes or along the ball of the feet, were she was astonishingly ticklish. He had done that first, during their first night together, and he had smiled so very mischievously. Of course, his howls of laughter had sounded a lot less mischievous when Ahri’s talon-like nails and her nine-tailed whipped his body into a haze of sensual, ticklish delirium. Ahri closed her eyes in remembrance, smiling fondly at the memory. Her gleaming eyes opened back to the sight of her devoted slave now, his tongue still lapping furiously, not missing a beat.

The plain massages were relaxing and all… but Ahri’s always found she enjoyed them more when she found… things, for her hands to do while she was enjoying her tongue massage. As her own feet were lavished by that warm, wet touch of the tongue, she stared down at his bare feet. They were not as exceptional as Ahri’s own shapely, flawless feet, but for a man, they did not look bad - creamy white, rather thin and small for a man, and rather wrinkly especially when he curled his toes. They were the kind of soft-looking feet that just begged to have a fingernail dragged across them. Ahri was not one who liked to delay gratification of any sort, so with a devilish smirk, she kept herself waiting no longer, and scribbled her long nails in his arches.

He immediately spluttered with laughter, just as she knew he would. “What’s wrong, slave? You don’t enjoy my touch?” she demanded, scratching at the base of his toes, as he squirmed about impotently.

“I dohohohoho,” he giggled, lost for words like he always once they started this game, which was precisely why Ahri enjoyed playing it so much.

“I do, Mistress Ahri,” she corrected, wedging her fingers between those quivering toes for punishment as he squeaked from the sudden stimulation.

“Why have you stopped pleasuring my feet? Are you tired of my company?” she demanded, as his tongue stopped their tender caresses on account of the foot torment he was enduring .

“Nohohoho. Sahahahary,” he said meekly, before returning his mouth to the task at hand, popping in Ahri’s perfectly painted toes one at a time and swirling them in his mouth.

“You forgot to address me as Mistress Ahri,” she said, slapping him in the cheek lightly with her free foot. “Again,” she added, tickling even more fiercely with her razor sharp nails. “And don’t you dare scrunch your toes like that. Your feet are mine. Your whole body is mine now.”

He whimpered, his giggles muffled by the foot in his mouth as he reluctantly uncurled his ticklish toes, granting his mistress unimpeded access to the ticklish gaps between them. Naturally, she promptly took advantage of by sifting her fingers through all the toes at once, or scratching insistently at the little-to-no-contact area where the toes met the rest of the foot.

Ahri wore a smile as wide as the tight, ticklish grin on her slave’s face as revelled in the suffering of her boytoy alongside the ravishing her own feet were still receiving. The best part was how she could see how he was still so turned-on, despite all the torment and abuse he was going through. Her little submissive… how sweet he was. He really could not get enough of her gorgeous, pantyhose-clad feet, even being tickled so intensively as he was.

“Are you enjoying yourself, my pet?” she said, with a voice that was dangerously sweet as she moved her left foot down to brush against his raging hard-on, while her other foot continued to be pampered with kisses from his mouth.

He nodded, his tongue continuing to pleasure her sole, just as she knew he would. He was such a good boy. A shame Ahri was feeling so bad…

"Well, I’ve had enough,” she said, pulling her remaining foot free from his slack mouth, amused by the little pout he made as his toy was taken from him. “Let's have some real fun. Now I know how much you adore my feet…" Ahri giggled, turning around so she was sitting down on his chest, right in front of his throbbing member, knowing full well that sitting down like this gave him a splendid view of her ass. It was another tease, of course. She looked back and manoeuvred her feet till they were prodding in his armpits. “See how you like my feet now,” she smirked
 as her toes pressed against his armpits, the pantyhose making it feel like velvety claws were scratching into his taut, stretched out underarms. They went on to poke and prod, as Ahri’s cruel fingernails devoured the buffet of ticklish spots laid before her. Ahri closed her eyes as she continued her tickling with her hands and toes, loving the symphony of laughter and begging from her oh so ticklish slave. By the time she was finished, ribs, stomach, hips, inner thighs and balls had all had a taste of her evil, wonderful touch. Everywhere except the cock, which had been carefully avoided, of course. Ahri leaned down to kiss at his inner thighs, knowing full well her long hair would be snaking across his firmly erect cock as she did so.

It was so very frustrating for her slave, and not just became of his cock. He kept glancing right and left at those perfect feet he loved so much…  those damned beautiful toes were tickling him silly as they pressed into his ticklish underarms. It was too cruel to be tormented by the toes he adored with every kiss and lap of his tongue… too cruel! The mouth that was darting in to lick and teasingly nibble was the worst of all... he was truly prey in the clutches of this predator.

“Do you like my hair, slave?” Ahri asked, suddenly stopping all the tickling. It was a question with no right answer, he knew. Yes or no would only lead to more.

“Yes…” he said weakly. She smiled that savage, stunning smile of hers and she used her power, her long hair moving about like serpents, as they hovered in front of her boytoy’s quivering feet. He felt her long hair rear up and flutter between his toes, making him squeal and laugh out loud again. Ahri’s power… the way she controlled her nine tails of hair like her own limbs…

His laughter rose as her hair washed over his midriff, dusting it up and down with its light, maddening touch. A few stray hairs would tease against his erection constantly of course, in addition to brushing against his inner thighs.

“Beg for it, slave,” Ahri ordered, her hands on his balls, as her hair continued wreaking ticklish havoc across his body.

Powerless to the whims of his ticklish, sexually frustrated body, all he could do was beg. “Plehehehehehase Mihihihihistress Ahahahahahari!”

When she smiled his cruelest smile, he knew she was not in a generous mood.

“No,” she said simply spidering her nails over his balls. It always tickled so much there, because everytime she touched him there he always had this vain hope that maybe this time she would be generous, and merciful…

“Nohohohohohoho stahahahahp!” he shrieked, thrusting his hips up as best he could in his tickle-addled frustration. Of course, this was the wrong thing to do…

“Are you giving me orders, slave?” Ahri said, with a shark-like grin, teasing him even harder, as she began using slow, light strokes along his most sensitive of areas. Her feet had re-entered the game too, prodding and poking in his armpits just to send his body into a ticklish frenzy even more.

“Nohohohoh,” he squealed, tossing her head back and forth as the tickles invaded his body.

“Yet you continue to avoid addressing me by my title. I don’t like it when you’re so disobedient. I like it when you’re cute and ticklish. It seems I’ll need to punish thoroughly you today, for being such a bad boy.” Ahri declared, the tone of her voice making it clear that she was going to take a great deal of joy out of her task.

Ahri stood up from her post, letting her hair tease his erection as she stood up and walked to the foot of the bed. She reached into her bag, and pulled out a half-empty bottle of baby oil, and a pair of bristly hairbrushes. Ahri’s slave gulped at the sight. He had spent many an evening with those brushes sawing at his oily arches.

“You deserve this, you naughty boy,” Ahri grinned, as she slapped the baby oil onto his pale, trembling soles.

In a second, the brushes hit him with the force of a hammer, the uncountable number of tiny bristles absolutely overwhelming his sensations. They brushed ferociously at his quivering feet, which still dared not curl and risk a reproach from his beloved mistress.

The hair had the tensile strength to handle the hairbrushes themselves, and though they were unable to scrub them as expertly as their mistress, they were still effective in transmuting him into a ticklish mess after a few seconds of scrubbing into his slick, oily arches.

She went up to his chest, her cruel fingernails still stroking and teasing over his skin.

“What’s wrong… don’t you trust me?” she said, whispering in his ear as softly as a lover. He could smell the musky aura about her that she always had after shows. He wanted to reach up, to kiss her, but he dared not move.

“If you'd like to play with me, you'd better be sure you know the game," Ahri said, the same way she always did. “If I hear one giggle… do you promise to stay silent?”

The hair at his feet had discarded the hairbrush for now, and were lightly tracing over and between his toes, with light, wispy touches, so he was able to catch his breath. He was able to muster a nod of concord.

He shuddered as Ahri plants kisses on his ears and neck, her hair right in my face, lghtly brushing over everything as always. She felt her straddle him in earnest, let him sleep inside her, as she planted continued to kisses all over his neck and ears, which tickled, of course, but not enough to ruin things. Of course, when her tongue suddenly licked at his underarm, he pursed his lips and tried not to giggle. He began thrusting to take his mind of things. Ahri moaned, then after about the tenth thrust, he felt something alarmingly scrape against the bottom of his right foot. One of the brushes had come roaring back to life, teasing at his heel… but only one. He scrunched his toes, praying his mistress would not notice and went back to it. He was close to orgasm when the tickling began too much, and laughter spluttered through his gritted teeth.

“I heard that,” Ahri said, pulling herself off him with a feral grin, and tickling both his armpits. At his feet, both hairbrushes were scrubbing from heel to toe.

“You bad slave… lying to me…”

He lost track of time then, his mind a delirious mess of ruined orgasms. Ahri’s nails and hair continued to roam his body, tormenting him in every spot imaginable. Every fifteen minutes or so, Ahri would give him a little break, which mainly involved teasing him to the very precipice of the edge again with fingers, tongue or hair, just so the subsequent tickle session was all the more torturous. He lost count after the fifth break, so intense was the tickling.

“What’s wrong… too much for you? Should I make your pulse rise? Or...stop?" Ahri said with a giggle, as she played with his curly dark hair. “Awwww, you poor baby,” she crooned, counting his ribs with her prickly fingernails. “Is this too much for you?”

Her boytoy nodded his head in ascent, his hair tousled from sweat. 

“Well, I’m not finished yet… I could listen to your laughter all night long, so you’ll have to wait on my pleasure,” Ahri said, her face a visage of cruelty and  beauty. Her fingers reached down at his groin, and spidered along his inner thighs. Ahri’s hair whipped out, clumping together into bundles the size of basting brushes. The manipulated hair made a beeline to his member, which had been starting to flag and droop. “Let’s keep you in the right state of mind, shall we?” Ahri asked rhetorically, a savage smirk on her pretty lips as her nails scribbled along his thighs while her hair stroked up and now his cock. Teasing him like this was always one of the highlights of their time together, Ahri reflected, as she watched his penis twitch helplessly as every inch of it was pestered by those brushes. Nothing was more pleasing than watching the brushes stoke him to a full erection, and just watching it quiver there, erect and straight up in the air with nowhere to go.

"They're mine now," Ahri cackled, as she spidered along ball sac with one hand and along the tip with the other, as her brushes dusted at her sides and stomach. “You’re all mine, slave,” she said, as she continued playing with his cock. “Every inch of you…” she giggled girlishly, deviously teasing his member with light, sharp touches.

“Now I’m in the mood for another game…” she said, as suddenly all ticklish touches evaporated, and the slave found himself every breath again. His rock solid member was still frustrating him, but he had learned to accept that part of things by his twentieth night with Ahri. He was given about five minutes to rest and take a sip of water, as Ahri pondered what next to do with him, and what game she wanted to play.

“The name of the game… is don’t orgasm. You do not have my permission to cum. Cum and I will be very displeased,” Ahri said firmly, as she reached down to pluck off his cock ring. He could only whimper as she saw Ahri’s hair form into bundles the size of basting brushes again. He could guess their intentions.

Ahri stuck her gorgeous, pedicured feet right under his face again, intoxicating him with their musky scent. He was so infatuated with those perfect soles of hers, that purely on instinct, he began worshipping them, quickly realizing his mistake as his cock stirred to life yet again.

“Hmmmm,” Ahri moaned, her words sending rumblings through his libido. "There we go… indulge me…" she said, her voice sensual and sultry as her toes splayed open around his eager tongue and lips. He groaned and grunted as she felt the bundles of hair brush against his inner thighs, and along the base of his member, right where the sensation was the most tantalizing combination of sensual and torturous.

Ahri’s slender, nimble fingers lightly trace over his sides and stomach, squeezing his nipples, as he found his body revolting against him. He had been edged for too long. He was around about to explode. The brushes danced around his cock, softly tickling the tip of his member. His laughter was all moans and giggles, as his body writhed under the ticklish touch of his mistress.

He tossed his head back, gritting his teeth as he tried not to lose himself as Ahri reached down with a gentle hand and grabbed his cock, manually wrapping her hair around it several times. Giggling to herself because she knew of the effect it had on her desperate slave, she pumped him exactly five times, just enough to push him firmly onto the edge of ecstasy. The loose strands of hair that brushed against his member as the hair disentangled themselves were jolts that threatened to send him firmly off. He was so close…

Of course, Ahri knew. She always knew. After he had endured all that a human possibly could endure, Ahri grinned and reached down for the cock ring.

"Don't hold back… now I want to hear you laugh!" She clamped it on him. He gasped, as he felt the uncomfortable tightness. In a flash, all the hair went from teasing to savagely assaulting his body with tickling sensations. They flew to all his worst spots, his underarms, his toes, his stomach, and brushed and brushed. Ahri’s fingers were first of all, as they were constantly in the mix, scratching and grabbing here and there, as she smirked at his shrieks of laughter. “You should have cum when you had the chance! Silly slave!” she laughed, as her sharp fingernails moved like a blur across ticklish flesh. Her hands never neglected his poor cock even now, as Ahri liked nothing more than the sight of an erect penis that longed for her. Her hands, hair and mouth kept him in a steady state of tormented arousal, till he finally passed out from the torment.

When he was woken by the sharp scent of the smelling salts Ahri kept for this exact purpose, he awoke to see the sight of her feet right in front of his face. He didn’t know how, but he was already hard.

Ahri slowly pulled off her pantyhose, she always did this slowly, knowing that his eyes would be glued to her. Her slender, milky-white feet curled and flexed, their pretty pink nails glittering in the light. She planted them on his groin, caressing him slowly with their soft soles. “Do you want an orgasm, my poor, ticklish slave?” Ahri asked, with dangerous-sweetness.

He nodded his head and begged, thrusting with his hips desperately. “Well then,” Ahri said, straddling him. “Let’s see how well you do… give me a few orgasms… and maybe we’ll see. You’ll orgasm when I want you to…” she purred, stroking his member softly as she tickled his balls with her hands. “And not a second sooner!” she announced, her voice turning sinister. Ahri sat down in front of his face, as she waited for him to do his duty.

Naturally, Ahri was not one for making things too easy for him, so as soon as she felt his tongue inside her, her hands reached around and darting across his ticklish sides. From time to time she would even reach down to spider-tickle the balls and around the cock, just to torment him even more, which would naturally speed up her orgasm. Of course, Ahri was constantly shaking her hair from side to side so that her hair would tease along his midsection as she did so, just to add another delightful flavour of torment to the most appetizing of morsels.

Ahri moaned as she felt her slave’s masterful tongue work its magic on her. She wasn’t feeling especially gluttonous today, so perhaps she would let him cum after she had her fifth orgasm.                      

Maybe… Ahri thought to herself, closing her eyes in ecstasy as her fingers tickled her slave even harder. The night was still young…



LoL TK: Ahri's Slave
A pretty saucy F/M story for an anonymous commissioner starring Ahri of LoL fame in her pop starlet persona. It's rather refreshing to do something at a different pace. Enjoy.

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Fate/stay Night TK: Saber Vs Rin


Life in Homurahara Gakuen had been simple and satisfying for Rin Tōsaka, the black-haired, pigtailed exemplar of the school. Everyone knew of her talent, and as one of the honour students of the school, she was put upon the highest of pedestals. For someone as immensely competitive as Rin, nothing satisfied her pride so much as the fear respect of her peers. Sure, there were those who found her distant and cold, calling her “The Ice Queen”, but frankly, she accepted that nickname – she was a queen, in her own way. None were her equal.

At least, that was true until she appeared.

Her name was Saber, and she was literally the personification of a renowned figure in history. How could Rin compete with that? She was agile, powerful, and as beautiful as she was dangerous, and Rin hated to admit it, but she was pulchritudinous by any measure. Rin’s elegant attire, shapely features, and dark hair had always turned heads, but Saber was at a whole other level, with her slender, muscular physique. Her hair was like spun gold, beautifully textured as if sprinkled with shimmering, glimmering dust. Her soft, unblemished white skin did not match the clunky shiny armour and old-fashioned blue dress combo she wore, but somehow she was able to pull it off.

For someone as competitive as Rin, it was rather demoralizing to see what seemed to be the living embodiment of perfection take accolades left and right. Saber was resolute, courageous, and honourable, and although all those adjectives could be used to describe Rin too (though honourable might be a bit more debatable, depending on who you asked), it just seemed that Saber was better than her in every way. She was the ultimate warrior, tough as nails, and fierce as a lioness. It was because of this that her ‘less than warrior-like’ moments so stuck out. It was in isolated event, but Rin remembered it well because it so shook this idea of Saber the unflappable warrior girl.

It was during a walk through some woods near the school. One moment, Saber was marching with her typical, rigid, military-like discipline, and then suddenly she froze, and began shaking and hopping from foot to foot like a demented dancer. The sudden change in behaviour was so jarring that for a moment Rin thought perhaps Saber had been possessed by some kind of malevolent spirit, but the truth was far more mundane, yet far more peculiar. A little ladybug had fluttered down the hem of her outfit, and it was clear that the insect’s little legs skittering across rarely-touched flesh was causing Saber serious discomfort. During this fight to remove this invading insect, more than once Saber let loose a little snicker, though she tried to disguise it as a cough. She patted at her chest, and slapped at her garments with strong hands till the offensive pest was finally removed. The red-faced warrior straightened her clothing, cleared her throat, and discarded the ladybug that had clearly caused her so much strife, before walking off as if nothing had happened.

Rin witnessed this entire event first-hand, as did a few others, but it wasn’t until the end of the day, when Rin was lounging about in her room, painting her toenails a bold crimson. At first, Rin had wondered if Saber simply was terrified of insects, but the way Saber had calmly removed the ladybug at the end seemed to disprove that notion. It was when the nail polish applying brush accidentally brushed across her toe, causing an itching, mildy ticklish reaction that Rin had her revelation.

So the tough girl’s weakness is tickling? Now that’s… hilarious…


Rin had her hypothesis, and now she just needed an opportunity to test it out. She knew that as a Servant, Saber had same strength and innate high magical resistance, which made things tricky. Rin knew she was resourceful though, and she would think of something. Maybe she should just keep her eyes open. You never knew when an opportunity might present itself… besides, it was too early in the morning to worry about such things.

It seemed like it was Rin’s lucky day, as that afternoon, an opportunity did present itself. Rin was prowling the libraries, revising as she was wont to do, when she came across a particular piece of magic that seemed perfect for her purposes. It allowed sensations to be passed through the air, and it was a form of telekinesis. Sustained magical bondage was unlikely to work with Saber’s resistance to spells, but this had a chance.

After practicing the spell several times on unsuspecting classmates, and trying to hide her amusement when they suddenly gasped, flinched or giggled, Rin knew she was ready. She had really enjoyed practicing the spell during class especially on a bookish girl who sat in front of her. The mental feathers she conjured were invisible to everyone but her, and they were able to flitter through bits of clothing undaunted, so Rin had full access to any ticklish spots she wanted to tickle. It was tremendous fun watching the ponytailed brunette, whom had always been a teacher’s pet, shake her hips and jolt from side to side like some kind of exotic dancer as Rin’s feathers stroked her behind. After doing this for the better part of a lesson, Rin found her mastery of the spell had improved to the extent she could control where every inch of the feathers went. Naturally, she practiced this by sliding the invisible feather all over her classmate’s sensitive buttcheeks, tickling every inch of skin beneath the panty line. After doing this for most of the lesson, Rin found she knew exactly how to tickle her hapless would be rival, focusing on all the spots that made her bum dance like some kind of trollop at a nightclub. The way she would hide her mouth behind her hand as if that could silence her squeaks and squeals was laughable, and Rin had to admit she found it funny how the teacher kept repeatedly shushing the giggling girl. Oh, I cannot wait to try this on Saber…

The next lesson was more practice, as this time Rin tried to conjure something a bit different. This time she made fingers, and marvelled at how the spell made it feel like Rin was really touching her ticklish victim. Her target had been a sporty, short-haired blonde girl who usually slept in the back of the class, although in this lesson she would find that her nap was far from restful. The spell really was marvellous, as Rin found she could really feel the touch of her classmate’s muscular abs under her fingers as the magical fingers skittered from spot to spot.

 The best part was after Rin had activated her magic and anchored to her target, there was no escape. Even when the girl fled to the washroom, Rin could still feel that ticklish toned abdomen within her mind, and she could still feel her perfectly toned muscles quivering under her spectral hands as Rin squeezed and goosed those sides and stomach.

After all this experimentation, she knew she was ready for her true target. Later in the day, she found Saber where she knew she would be – standing sentry in the school hall during some kind of weekly whole school assembly. Rin picked a seat strategically nearby the solemn Servant where she would get a good view of her reactions, and got ready to unleash her magic.

Rin closed her eyes, and focusing her energies on the steel greaves that Saber always wore. She felt their cold metal touch, and then moved past them. She moved onto a pair of white cotton stockings, which evidently Saber wore under her mail, and then pushed past those too. She felt a pair of warm, slender, surprisingly soft feet in her hands, well, not quite in her hands exactly, but Rin could feel them. Hiding a grin under her composed and dignified honor student visage, she extended a mental projection of two fingers and experimentally traced them down Saber’s arches.

To Rin’s delight, Saber reacted immediately. There was a jolt, and Saber stared down at her armoured legs, like she was wondering if her foot had fallen asleep. A few moments later, Rin did it again, and had to restrain a chuckle as Saber’s legs jerked in response. Saber stared intently down at her legs, and shook her foot, like she was trying to discern if anything had gotten into her shoes somehow.

Rin struck again, this time using all ten of her spectral fingers instead of just one, and instead of simply tracing up those high arches, this time her fingers spidered and skittered in random directions, in an attempt to catch Saber off guard. Saber did not burst into laughter like Rin would have liked, but her twitching, wiggling, and biting of her lower lip made up for it.

Rin teased up and down the clearly sensitive feet, smiling to herself as she felt strong toes and flexing feet wiggling and twisting furiously beneath her ghostly touch. Like the others, there was no escape from her ticklish ministrations, and nowhere to hide. The greaves and armour that would have protected her vulnerable body was useless against her spectral touch, which cleaved through clothing, vestments, and steel. I’ve got you now… Rin thought gleefully.

The Servant’s discipline had to be admired, as Saber resisted the urge to laugh despite the siege her ticklish feet were clearly undergoing. The ethereal hands clawed and scythed up and down those trembling soles, knifing through her toes to assault the ticklish flesh under and between them, but Saber kept on battling. She could scrunch her toes tightly in defiance, but the invisible fingers always seemed to be stronger, pushing through the gaps like an unrelenting torrent of water rushing past a rock. When Rin noticed Saber’s right foot spasming involuntarily due to the ticklish attack under her toes, Rin redoubled her efforts there, really digging inside the tender spaces between those toes with her merciless magical fingernails. Once or twice, Rin caught Saber’s feet kicking up in reflexively response to the tickling, but that seemed to be all the response she would yield, aside from cracking a tight grin every now and then.

Now it was for something Rin had never tried, because clearly Saber was made of tougher stuff than her earlier victims. Rin set the hands prowling along Saber’s feet on ‘auto-pilot’ – they would make slowly slide down her soles, they quickly sweep back up, taking care to scratch along those high, milky-white arches along the way. Then they would go down again, and then up again. While Rin had this sequence memorized in her mind, she sent feathers to probe along Saber’s stomach and underarms, curious if she could make this mighty warrior burst into giggles in front of everyone before the meeting was over.

Rin marvelled at the magic, as she could feel Saber’s toned, muscular body tensing as she flicked spectral feathers along the warrior’s sides, before twirling and dusting them along her toned abdominal muscles, feeling their flinch and twitch under Rin’s masterful feathery touch.

Rin glanced up hungrily, and saw that Saber’s serene face betrayed little of the ticklish torment her body was clearly undergoing. The only evidence of the sensual tribulations of the spectral feathers and fingers was a light liggling and twitching of the body. After watching Saber’s butt give a little wiggle like she had an ant in her pants, Rin got a diabolical idea. Surely, the mighty Saber wouldn’t be ticklish there…

She sent an invisible feather slowly sliding up and down Saber’s bum, curious as to how the strong Servant would respond. Rin focused her energies to create a super soft, mega fluffy feather which would gently stroke Saber’s shapely buttocks, just between her round, creamy buns. Rin almost burst out in laughter when she saw Saber clench her butt cheeks tightly together and bounce slightly up and down, as if doing so could somehow alleviate the sensations. It seems like someone has a ticklish ass. Had she ever been tickled on her butt before? Probably not. Saber had probably never really been tickled period, Rin realized, at least for more than a few moments at a time. Rin grinned to herself as she wondered how much longer this tough girl could hold out.

Clearly not long. With the fingers continuing to rake up and down those scrunched up little feet as feathers spun around her stomach and a lone feather tormented that bum, it was clear that Saber was on her last ticklish legs. Rin could sense it… a few moments longer and Saber would be spluttering and squealing with laughter, thrashing on the floor as the sensations overwhelmed her body… Rin pushed her magic further, anxious to reach this crescendo of ticklish suffering… and then, suddenly, she lost it. She felt the feathers wilt away and die, and the hands fall to the floor as if exhausted. Saber straightened, with a stoic expression on her face. Damn, Servant’s magical resistance.

Rin sighed. Oh well, there’s always tomorrowI’ll get another crack at that ticklish body before long.

Little did Rin know that a certain Servant was aware of who had been playing these ticklish games on her, and she had a mind set on punishing the perpetrator… with a taste of her own medicine. Saber had on her mind the most condign of punishments for the prankster who had teased her so…


“I know it was you, Rin Tohsaka,” Saber said, her arms crossed. “That was impressive magic. It took me a while to break free from it.”

“You’re out of your mind. It wasn’t me!” Rin lied, as she thrashed in her bonds. Towards the end of the assembly where Rin had played her ticklish game on the unsuspecting Servant, Saber had clanked over to where Rin was sitting and politely requested her to meet her tomorrow morning in the hall as Saber had an urgent matter in which she required Rin’s magical expertise.

Rin had thought about skiving, but there was no escaping the implacable Saber, so she had met her the day after, in the hopes that perhaps Saber was meeting her about something entirely different than the ticklish magi. Of course, she was not that lucky.

With effortless strength, Saber had lifted Rin in the air in a fireman’s lift, so now Rin lay equipoised on  Saber’s armoured shoulder, beating her fists impotently on the clanking armour to no avail.

“What are you doing with me?” Rin said, hoping the anger in her voice could cover the trepidation she was feeling.

“I think you already know that – see if you can take what you like to dole out.”

“No! Stop! I can’t stand to be tickled!” Rin blurted out, twisting in Saber’s vice-like grip even more fiercely. It was true. Even in her childhood she had always resented tickling, because of how she despised the idea of how the gentle touch of a finger could crumble her composure and turn her into a giggling mess.

“Now who ever spoke of tickling? It seems you’ve just given yourself away,” said Saber, with a tone of triumph in her voice. Rin mentally kicked herself as she realized what she had just done. Whatever happened to her usual chary and wary nature?  

Rin grunted, the air knocked out of her as she was plopped unceremoniously on a mat in the corner of the hall. The hall was sometimes used for physical exercise lessons, so there were mats stored in the closet for gymnastics lessons. She felt herself being rolled up in the mat tightly, till she was cocooned tightly by the soft material of the blue mat.

Saber plucked off Rin's school shoes and socks, so soon the only thing sticking out the blue, plushy mat was a pair of quite pretty, lily-white feet, with recently-painted toenails, and the face of the glaring, pigtailed girl.

“Red,” Saber commented, lightly pinching Rin’s painted toes. Rin bit her lip determinedly and refused to reveal how much it tickled. “You take better care of your skin than I do. I wonder if that makes them more ticklish?” she asked rhetorically, as her invading fingers made first contact with her exposed foe. Saber moved her finger slowly from spot-to-spot, unhurried, like a scout carefully mapping the surrounding area for a future attack. She had removed her heavy metal gauntlets, so Rin could taste every flick and scratch from the Servant’s nails. Those nails ran up and down the silky soles, scratching up and down Rin’s wrinkly arches.

“I’m nohohohohot tihihihiciklish!” Rin vehemently denied, though her wild laughter revealed the lie. She squirmed within the mat, but she was wound too tightly to escape or pull her legs in. She tried turning and wriggling her whole body away, but Saber lifted up her armoured leg and pressed it down on Rin’s shins and then she had no chance.

“As… amusing as it would be to keep you here for hours, I am nothing if not fair,” Saber said coolly, as her fingers continued to probe up and down Rin’s sensitive soles, searching for sweet spots. She was wiggling two precise fingers about an inch apart at seemingly random locations on her sole as she scoured the ticklish land for ripe spots to strike. “You struck at me while I was unable to defend myself,” Saber paused, her explorative strokes reaching the tops of Rin’s feet, along the insteps, as the pigtailed girl threw her head back and howled, her pigtails flying about like the rotors of a helicopter. Saber smiled to herself, mentally noting that the she seemed to have discovered a soft spot. “But I am not without mercy… you had your way with me for twenty-five minutes in that hall, so these soft feet of yours will be my property for twenty-five minutes only. Then we’ll be even,” Saber said, finishing her ticklish examination of every tiniest millimetre of Rin’s pedicured toes.

Rin should have breathed a sigh of relief at the news, but she was still too breathless from Saber’s precision probing of her red toes. Saber had taken what seemed like hours with each toe, brushing between her slender toes with her long fingernails, scratching under the toe stems and tweaking along the pads. “It’s been five minutes,” Saber announced, though Rin thought that surely it must have been triple that at least. “So that’s enough of warm-up for now. I’m keen to try something new. I’ve prepared a few supplies for this battle.”

Rin would have rolled her eyes, but Saber had just procured a rather menacing looking hairbrush. The bristles definitely did not look like the kind of thing she wanted anywhere near her soles…

Yet to Saber’s surprise, the hairbrush did not seem that effective on her captive, as instead of the steady laughter from before, Rin merely cracked an occasional grin. When Saber had briefly tested the hairbrush on her own foot, she found the itching sensation to be quite irritating, and theorized that although it was not really possible to tickle oneself, the itching would like equate itself to ticklish sensations when done by another person. Yet it seemed that everyone was ticklish in their own way, and perhaps her own ticklishness would not be applicable to another. It wasn’t until Saber began accentuating the hairbrush’s scrubbing with a few scribbles to the tops of Rin’s feet, along the insteps, that Rin began giggling and laughing heartily again. “Hmmm. Perhaps you prefer a firmer, more precise touch,” Saber mused, as she put the hairbrush away.

The next tool to make its appearance was a fork, and the second its three metal prongs made contact with Rin’s milky-white soles, it was clear that Saber’s theory had been correct. Rin arched her back and exhaled loudly through her nose, as if doing so could disguise how much it tickled, but Saber knew. She brandished the fork like a sword, and attacked the ticklish soles before her like she was fencing with a dangerous foe. She landed blow after blow, each strike upon a vulnerable area causing more and more shrill laughter to spill from Rin’s lips. The balls of the feet seemed to be particularly vulnerable to the tines of the fork, so Saber aimed for them, dodging Rin’s parries and dodges as her feet flapped and curled to try to evade the weapon’s strikes. More than once, Rin would crane her neck down to try to get a better view, but she would toss her head back as Saber landed a powerful blow.

“Ohohohohohoho, stahahahap! Dahahahahamn fohohohohork!” Rin said, torn between watching the onslaught on her helpless soles and closing her eyes in frustration. How could a damn eating utensil possibly tickle so much!

Saber manoeuvred her weapon in a figure-8 pattern across both soles, looping around both fleshy balls of the feet so she could dance from one spot to the other in constant motion. Rin’s pale white soles were growing pinkish, especially around the area around the centre of the foot and the balls, as Saber stroked and stroked, like a farmer tilling sensitive soil in preparation for a harvest of mirth.

“These seem rather effective on you,” Saber commented casually, as Rin shrieked and struggled, her pigtails flying to and fro. “I’ll have to keep that in mind for future reference. You have ten minutes left. What shall we try next? I think perhaps we should give these a quick break…” she poked at the reddened ball of the foot of Rin’s right foot, making the bound girl squeak. “Maybe something softer now… I grant this may not be as impressive as the ones you created…”

Rin’s mind was whirling at what that could mean, but she got her answer when she felt the soft kiss of a fluffy feather at her sole. She cooed and giggled lightly at the sensations. The feather swished from foot to foot, but her relief, it didn’t tickle all that much. The feather was just too light to do much damage, despite the softness and overall sensitivity of her feet.

“Ah yes,” Saber recalled. “You prefer the firmer touch,” she nodded to herself, switching the feather from the soft fluffy end to the stiff end. The tickling sensations immediately intensified twofold, as Rin threw her head back and squeaked. She hated to admit it, but Saber was right. The scratchy stiff end of the feather definitely tickled a lot more, and Saber was wielding it like an artist’s paintbrush, making wavy strokes up and down the Rin’s silky-smooth soles. Rin’s shapely toes would curl up every time the feather hit the pressure points along her arch, which naturally meant Saber did so repeatedly to see those petite toes flare up and wiggle energetically. Saber reluctantly admitted to herself that she rather admired the way Rin took care of those colourful toes of hers, as she could not imagine doing so herself. She resolved to give Rin’s pampered toes closer ticklish attention.

Saber continued the methodical approach she had adopted before, starting at the heel, scratching slowly up along the slender, wrinkly arch, across the reddened ball, and spent an extra long amount of time wandering around her painted toes, before switching to the other foot and repeating. The feather even tried teasing the tops of the sole, though it was regrettably less effective there. After observing how Rin would jolt every time the scratchy stiff end of the feather dipped along the sensitive undersides of her toes, Saber took a few moments individually working from toe to toe, just to distinguish which toe was the most ticklish. The winner was the pinkie toe on Rin’s left foot, which won an extensive and exclusive teasing from the feather as its reward.

“Five minutes left,” Saber announced, as she put away the feather and reached for her final tool. She glanced at Rin’s soles, and noticed how the toes and the balls were still reddened. Perhaps a final tool to give those wrinkly arches a fond farewell would be best, in the name of parity.

She pulled out a toothbrush from her bag of tools, and gave it an experimental scrape at the bottom of Rin’s right foot. Rin immediately curled up her toes and started to splutter as the fine bristles of the dental implement were deadly on her sensitive sole. The bristles were much tinier and focused, unlike the ones of the hairbrush, and the way they would focus at a smaller area of the time lowered the chance of desensitivity.

As Saber brushed firmly at the base of Rin’s wrinkly arch, the Servant was amused by the way Rin’s toes would flex and spasm, like the death throes of a fallen soldier. They would curl tightly as if they were forming a shield wall, and then fly open once their defences were pierced by the toothbrush hitting an especially bad spot. Every time those cute, red toes opened up, Saber could not resist the inviting targets and had to slide the soft toothbrush under between those shapely digits, twirling it delicately between her fingers so the bristles could tease those already thoroughly tormented spots.

She would quickly return to Rin’s deep arches, however, and alternate between wide arcs across the expanse of ticklish flesh, and quick, sharp strokes of the brush up and down. Saber took care to circle the balls of Rin’s feet a few times too, just to leave no ticklish stone unturned.

Observing there was about a minute left, Saber resolved to give Rin’s arches the most thorough of scrubbings before she stopped. Rin looked all but defeated, her pigtailed hair awash with loose strands and sweat. The dark-haired girl was trying her best to scrunch up her pretty little toes, probably because doing so created wrinkly ripples across the skin of her arches which could somewhat nullify the sensations, but Saber was about to put a stop to that plan.

With an iron grip, Saber seized the squirming toes of Rin’s right foot and pushed them back firmly, stretching Rin's creamy white arch till it was nice and taut.  With the arch high and extended, Saber’s weapon went in for the killing blow, the brush flying across the trapped foot, as Rin’s free left foot flapped and kicked in a desperate bid for mercy. Saber had received none when her own feet were being tormented, so she would grant none, as she scrubbed every inch of those milky-white arches, aiming for all the worst spots she had discovered on her earlier trips. Rin shrieked her loudness, then shrieked again, even more frantic as Saber repeated her move for Rin’s other foot.

And then it was done.

“I hope… you realize… this means war…” Rin panted, as Saber unrolled her from her mattress prison.

“En garde, then,” Saber said, handed Rin back her shoes and socks. Rin took them sullenly, glaring at her before skulking away.

Saber wondered if she had seen the last of those perfect white feet, before she considered the option of a pre-emptive strike on her foe. Rin had openly threatened vengeance, after all…

Surely it would not taint her honour to prevent an attack she knew was coming.

Fate/stay Night TK: Saber vs Rin
My final commission for :icontickletickletickler: 

I had fun with this story, and I think my descriptions of the toe tickling with the feather and the Rin's pigtail flying like helicopter rotors might be some of my finest work yet. I'll let you be the judge, readers. Enjoy.

A Certain Magical Index TK: Kuroko’s Ticklish Turn


Kuroko Shirai’s mischievous ploy to tickle her best friend in the guise of a ‘training exercise’ had almost gone off entirely without a hitch. Thus, by using an ingenious tickling machine of her own design, and taking advantage of her friend’s stubbornness she had systematically tickled nearly every inch of her friend’s body, and discovered a plethora of super-ticklish spots she could not wait to exploit in her day-to-day life.

The problem came when Kuroko accidentally revealed incriminating knowledge. One evening a few days after Mikoto’s ‘training session’, during their regular slumber party, while Mikoto was curled up in bed, Kuroko’s eyes caught the gleam of Mikoto’s freshly-painted toenails (this time painted an edgy black) and couldn’t resist pouncing on them. She wrapped the bedsheets around Mikoto like a cocoon, and went to town on those perfectly-pedicured soles, going right for those toes that she knew were super-sensitive. The sound of Mikoto’s shrill laughter was so intoxicating that Kuroko was barely cognizant of the fact she had added her tongue to the ticklish mix till it was too late. Of course, she tried to remedy the error by tickling Mikoto’s immacute soles even harder in the hopes that Mikoto might not remember due to being in the throes of powerful, ticklish mirth, but Mikoto knew. She recognized the feel of that tongue on her sole all too well.

So once Mikoto had freed herself from her bedsheet bondage, she delivered a quick retaliatory tickle to Kuroko’s pale tummy, but that would not be the extent of the ticklish revenge Mikoto had in mind. Oh yes, she had big plans for Mikoto… As the two girls returned to their respective beds and began nodding off, Mikoto snuck glances at Kuroko as the pigtailed girl slept. She was sleeping in a rather odd position, with her arms above her head like she was stretching before a gym class. Mikoto noticed those creamy underarms that were so exposed, and thought. Kuroko’s bare stomach was shown in this pose, due to the stretching of her arms, and Mikoto took notice of the cute divet and toned stomach muscles, and thought.  A single slender bare foot was also sticking out of the bedcovers, its toes perfectly painted in black and white, and its sole looking buttery soft. Mikoto thought, and thought, and thought. Thinking was all well and good, but Mikoto could not resist a bit of experimentation while she was in this position.

She stared at the defenceless, bare foot, Kuroko’s bubble-like toes all curled up as if they were cool. Mikoto smoothed out her pillow; it was one of the older pillows that still used tiny feathers for maximum comfort. She plucked a feather loose from it, slipped out of her bed, and began lightly flittering the small feather over the pretty, bare sole. She brushed the foot from toe to heel, watching Kuroko’s relaxed face as she sighed and smiled in her sleep as the teasing feathering continued. After a few more strokes, Kuroko’s other foot came into plan, leaving the cover of the bedsheets to begin rubbing at the feathered sole. It seemed the feather was creating a tickly, itchy sensation, just the kind Mikoto was keen to coax further.

The feet began jumping upwards as the feather flew across both soles, and her black and white painted toes were starting to scrunch up and wiggle. At this Kuroko began to chuckle and giggle cutely in her sleep. After a few strokes of the feather under the toes, they began to wiggle even more, and Kuroko started to move about in her sleep.

"Hihihihihih, ohohohoho… that tihihickles," the sleeping girl murmured, as she shifted about in her bed. Mikoto did not want her friend to wake up, so she gave those tender toes one last parting tickle, cherishing the way they would wiggle for the feather, and returned to her bed. The sound of Kuroko’s sleepy giggles were still in her mind as the grinning Mikoto settled back into bed.
By the time the next morning came round, Mikoto had a plan, and it was a good one.


“Good morning, Onee-sama,” Kuroko yawned, her eyes fluttering open as she greeted Mikoto who sat across from her. “If this is a dream, you can keep your clothes on this time,” she giggled.

“I’ve actually got something else in mind for today,” Mikoto said, with a cheeky grin as she ignored Kuroko’s perverted comment. She found herself in a familiar room, but in a position she had not found to see herself in. Kuroko was confused to see she was strapped into the ‘training’ device she had created, wearing nothing but her nightie. She was flat on her back, with her arms stretched out above her hand in metal shackles, while her feet were in the stocks. Then the pieces of the puzzle in her mind clicked, and she realized what had happened.

“Ahhh, you had your… training session here, right, Onee-sama?” Kuroko say coyly, as she wiggled her feet and toes in the metal stocks, as they had both gone numb from her slumber.

“I’m sure you know all about it, as it was your plan in the first place,” Mikoto said, crossing her arms.

“What makes you say that?” Kuroko said, trying to put on her best innocent face.

Mikoto laughed, as she casually tapped a finger on Kuroko’s milky-white, stocked foot, making the bound girl giggle. “Well, for a start, you knew about my training session. I didn’t tell you about it!”

“Uhhhh, lucky guess?”

“Also, you seem remarkably unsurprised about this place. No questions about ‘what is this machine?’ or ‘why am I in stocks?’  that sort of thing.”

“What is this machine? Why am I in stocks?” Kuroko said, with a mischievous smile.

“Nice try,” Mikoto smirked. “And I also realized…” A flush crept into Mikoto’s cheeks. She did not want to admit she had recognized the feeling of Mikoto’s tongue on her sole, as that would be letting her dirty-minded friend realize just how sensual she had found the whole thing to be. “…I also realized no one loves to tickle me as much as you.”

“Well, you are a lot of fun to tickle, Onee-sama,” Kuroko said with a straight face. “Ask anyone!”

“Pshhh,” Mikoto said, with a shake of her head. “Well today, will be seeing how fun you are to tickle!”

Kuroko shot her best friend a defiant grin. “Bring it on, Onee-sama! I’m not nearly as ticklish as you. In fact…” Kuroko stuck out her tongue and smirked. “I don’t think anyone has feet or ribs as ticklish as you.”

“We’ll see about that!” Mikoto declared, as she dug into her best friend’s feet with gusto. Kuroko immediately burst into high-pitched giggles, eeping and squeaking with every shift of Mikoto’s long nails. The girls had both given each other manicures in addition to pedicures during their slumber party, and Mikoto was putting those sharp, varnished nails to good use, scraping and stroking her nails all over the pale, ticklish soles before her, leaving little pink trails upon the skin as she went.

As Mikoto’s nails roved around the tender flesh of Kuroko’s excellently-maintained soles, Mikoto started to see the appeal in being the tickler in charge. There was a certain power rush in having so much control over a person, and Mikoto loved the way she could make her friend squeak and squeal with well-timed strikes from her nimble fingers.

It was almost like she had a remote control, Mikoto thought, as she scratched at her friend’s soft heels to make Kuroko’s toes wiggle like they were doing a dance, before zeroing on the tips of those splendidly-painted toes to make Kuroko go into silent laughter.  Mikoto’s quite enjoyed hearing the sound of her friend’s bubbly, wild laughter, so she quickly abandoned the toes and dug deep into those slender, immaculate arches to send her friend into deep belly laughter.

“Tickle, tickle, Kuroko,” Mikoto teased, enjoying the feel of her friend’s soft feet under her fingers. She could really see why Kuroko enjoyed this so much. It was pretty fun! And Kuroko’s melodious laughter was music to her ears. They were just having a wonderful giggly time!

“Thihihihihis is nohohohohothing!” Kuroko said, trying to taunt her friend. The taunt was rather ineffectual because of all the laughter that was spilling from her lips, but Mikoto immediately caught on to what her friend was trying to do. It was a challenge – Mikoto was daring her friend to tickle her harder. She wondered if maybe Kuroko enjoyed being tickled as much as she did. Wait, what? That’s not what I mean… Mikoto thought.

Shaking the thoughts from her mind, she resolved to tickle Kuroko’s feet even harder. Laughing was all well and good, but she wanted her friend to beg, the way Mikoto had with those machines. Hmmmm, machines… there’s a thought, Mikoto mused, as she stared at the ticklish devices that were still there next to the restraints. I have to keep that in mind for later…

“Cootchie cootchie coo!” Mikoto said, her fingers flying over Kuroko’s soles quickly, as the pigtailed girl threw her head back and burbled with wild laughter. Mikoto’s fingers teased under Kuroko’s scrunched toes, and immediately they flew open, like someone had just pressed the button for an elevator. The toes sprang open and spread out shamelessly, welcoming the incursion of fingers against ticklish flesh. Although there was no toe bondage used, Mikoto couldn’t help but notice how Kuroko’s pale white soles acted as if they were immobilized. Aside from a few minor twitches and toe scrunches, her feet stayed still, almost as if Kuroko wanted to do everything she could to facilitating Mikoto’s teasing of her super sensitive soles. She would always arc her feet back so those deep, ticklish arches would be smooth as possible for Mikoto’s fingers to skate across.

“Dohohohohoho your woheheherse!” Kuroko spluttered, as Mikoto’s fingers traced along the stems of her perfectly-painted black and white toes. She spread her toes as wide as they would go to give Mikoto unfettered access to every ticklish inch of those appendages.

“You know, I think I will!” Mikoto blustered, sitting up from her perch at Kuroko’s trapped soles. She pressed the robotic feather device and the backscratcher towards the foot of the bondage. “I think it’s time to give your upperbody a bit of attention. But we wouldn’t want your feet getting lonely, would we?”

Oh no, that would be no fun at all… Kuroko thought with glee, and the glee she was feeling bubbling about in her insides was not the ticklish kind, either. Kuroko gave a final squeal of laughter as Mikoto used those lovely long fingers of hers to give a parting tickling on Kuroko’s stocked, sensitive feet before moving to straddle Kuroko’s stomach. Mikoto gave her friend a naughty smile that sent shivers down Kuroko’s back, and aimed a jolt of electricity at the devices, jarring them to life.

Kuroko could only marvel at her own technical expertise as she felt the wooden fingers of the backscratcher begin its automated tickling patterns while the soft tendrils of the feather began its own machinations. She had tested the machine out on herself, of course, but it was incomparable to the sensation she was experiencing today. Even if it wasn’t a dream, Kuroko did not know if she could think of a hotter scenario.

She loved to be tickled, especially on her feet, and she had actually built this machine a while ago to give her ‘foot massages’ long before she had got the idea to create a little training session for her bestie. Kuroko would never beg for the tickling to stop, because well, she didn’t want it to. To wake up to find herself strapped in her own machine, with her best friend’s long, varnished nails (which Kuroko had been the one to do!) ravaging all over her super ticklish soles was a dream come true.

Kuroko erupted into machine gun-style splutters of laughter when Mikoto began grabbing around her sides with those long nails of hers. “Yohohohohou know I’ll get yohohohhohoho bahahahack for thihihihis!”

“I know you’ll try,” Mikoto smirked.

It was even better because there was now an unspoken understanding that Kuroko would get revenge at some point, and their little tickle-war would keep on escalating and escalating until… well, forever, right? The thought made Kuroko’s smile grow even wider than the silly grin she already had plastered on her face from the tinkling tickles. Maybe Mikoto would let her guard down in class, and Kuroko could sneak a few tickles in while Mikoto was trying to answer a teacher’s question! Oh, wouldn’t that be fun! Plots of revenged had to be put on hold for a while as Mikoto began drilling her fingers into her bare armpits, utterly unprotected by her flimsy nightie. The ticklish sensations from her upper and lower body were starting to conflate together to create this steady roar of bursting mirth, which beleaguered Kuroko’s body with powerful sensations.

“You really did a good job with the bondage here,” Mikoto observed coolly, as she leisurely walked her fingers from the edges of Kuroko’s triceps down to the hollows of those quivering underarms and then back again. “I remember how tight it was in there.”

“Juhuhuhuhust the wahahahahay yohohohohoho lihihihike it, Onee-Sahahahahama,” Kuroko said, her voice contaminated with so many giggles it was becoming hard to speak clearly. The utensils at her feet were damn effective, even more than she remembered when she first set them up and created them.

“You’re so silly,” Mikoto said, her words dismissive but a broad grin on her face as she said them.

“Hohohohohow dihihihid you get sohohoho gahahahahad at thihihis?” Kuroko struggled to say. The fact she was having so much difficult enunciating her words proved the verisimilitude of what she was saying.

“Well, I did learn from the best,” Mikoto said proudly, as her fingers continued to move like a blur over Kuroko’s mid-section, hopping from side to underarm to stomach in a flurry of movement. “And you did a real number on me last time!”

“Thahahahahanks!” Kuroko howled, shaking her pigtail wildly from side-to-side as she tried to respond to the stimulating touches at her body. “Buhuhuhuhut, I think I lihihike it when you tihihihickle my feeheeeheeet mohohohore!” she said, kicking out with her feet for emphasis.

“Why is that? Do the machines tickle too much?” Mikoto asked, with a chuckle “I was in there for a lot longer than you!”

With the mass of ticklish sensations bombarding her body, Kuroko was unable to vocalize her opinion of how fingers felt much better on her bare feet than the tongs of the backscratcher and the bristles of the feather, alas. Fortunately, Mikoto somehow managed to understand what she was trying to say, as Mikoto gently nudged the machines away. The dalliance with her upperbody had ended, as Mikoto gave Kuroko’s bellybutton a last poke before returning to her seat at Kuroko’s soles, which had reddened somewhat from the prolonged tickle assault.

“Your poor feetsies are all red,” observed Mikoto as she stared down at Kuroko’s thoroughly-tickled feet.

“Your feet were redder last time, Onee-sama,” Kuroko said with a smile, pointing one of her feet at Mikoto like an accusing finger.

“Oh, you…” Mikoto said, rolling her eyes. She reached down into her bag and pulled out a bottle of lotion. She began to rub the lotion into Kuroko’s brutalized soles. The pigtailed girl cooed from the pleasant sensations as her best friend gave her pinkened soles a nice invigorating massage, adding more lotion every now and then. The massage didn’t quite stoke the fire in her belly the way the tickling did, but the massage was a very pleasant experience, peppered in with occasional (seemingly inadvertent tickles) from Mikoto’s dangerously long fingernails.

Kuroko closed her eyes for a moment. She knew what would come next.

“You did your homework… this is going to make my feet even more ticklish, isn’t it, Onee-sama?” Kuroko asked, with a wide grin on her face that suggested this did not faze her one bit.

“You betcha. I do my homework,” Mikoto said, sticking her tongue out.

With a final squirt of lotion on Kuroko’s already-super ticklish feet, Mikoto sent to work massaging the lotion into every inch of her friend’s gorgeously pretty feet. Now they were baby-soft and slick to the touch, ready for a final dose of tickle treatment.

“Are you ready for this?” Mikoto grinned.

Kuroko scrunched her toes then opened them  the way a boxer might crack his knuckles before a fight. “Bring it!”

And bring it she did.                       

“Now those we have these dainty things all lotioned up…” Mikoto said, gesturing to the stocked pair of feet before her. “Let’s bring out the big guns!” she cheered, as she lifted up a pair of powerful electric toothbrushes.

A grin appeared on Kuroko’s face at the sight of them. Oh boy… now we’re talking… she thought, while her heart pounded like a jackhammer in her chest. Those electric toothbrushes had been part of a stomach scrubbing device that she had never quite been able to get working, but Kuroko was ecstatic to see that her resourceful friend had requisitioned them in order to give Kuroko’s velvety-soft soles the scrubbing of a lifetime.

“By the way… it seems your feet got dirty somehow. I’ll help you get the dust off. Aren’t I a wonderful friend?” Mikoto said with a smirk on her face, her tone mocking. Kuroko knew full well there wasn’t any dust or anything icky on her sole, and this was just an excuse to ‘clean’ her feet with the toothbrushes, but she accepted this fact willingly. If anything, she marvelled at her friend’s creativity in coming up with such a good excuse. She had to do something similar when she got her revenge. Maybe she could give Mikoto’s armpits and stomach a good scrubbing?

She was planning this all out when suddenly Kuroko yelped: “Hreeeeeee!” The toothbrushes had introduced themselves to her heels. They stayed in one spot, right at the lowest point of her sole, the bristles spinning away happily. The electric toothbrush was a unique tool in that it required no manoeuvring or even any kind of movement. One could just press them in place and let the whirling, spinning head do the work for you. As a result, there was no device better for a precise tickle attack.

Mikoto quickly grew bored of the harassment of Kuroko’s heels, and the brushes quickly headed for greener tickling pastures. The pale arches were clearly filthy in Mikoto’s mind, as she spent an ungodly amount of time down there, and she seemed determined to clean every millimetre of Kuroko’s high arches. Kuroko responded by laughing outrageously , of course, to show how just how much it tickled. She was amazed at the intensity of the electric toothbrushes buzzing about her sensitive arches, and how it felt like she could feel every single tiny bristle.

After the arches were cleaned to Mikoto’s satisfaction, the toothbrushes briefly went over less ticklish spots, like the side and tops of her feet, and the fleshy balls of her foot. Evidently, these less ticklish spots were miraculously cleaner, as their cleaning was astonishingly rapid.

Now the toes, oh, those prettily black and white painted toes of Kuroko’s would be a whole other story.

Upon reaching them, Mikoto seemed invigorated in her cleaning duties, probably because she knew how hilariously ticklish her friend was there. She scrubbed under and in between the toes with gusto, making sure every little sensitive fold and niche got a taste of the brush. The toe tickling got so extreme that Kuroko’s toes couldn’t even stay in place. Mikoto had to use one hand to push her friend’s super-sensitive feet back just to ensure each toe got the scrubbing it so definitely deserved, and indeed, craved for.

With the toes stretched taut and spread, Mikoto began working fervently on all the toes, from the pinkie toe on her left foot onwards till she gave the pinkie toe on the right an in-depth brushing. She would brush across the tip, the sides, the pad, and fleshy undersides before meandering across the toe webbing between the toes and snaking up to the next toe in line. By the time Mikoto had finished all the toes, a ticklish grin was plastered across Kuroko’s face from ear-to-ear.

“Ready for the final round?”


“Now, I wasn’t sure I was going to do this, but I’m pretty sure you did this to me, and it tickled like crazy, so…” Mikoto said, as she chewed on her lower lip. Kuroko did not think it was possible for her heart to beat any quicker as Mikoto lowered her head and glared at Kuroko’s slightly reddened soles. She had an inkling of what ‘this’ was, and if she was right, she was in for one heck of a tickle high. The feeling of warm hands caressing her tender toes and soles filled her body with nourishing and soothing warmth, and if she was correct about Mikoto using the most devious of tickling tools available to her, then this would be even more intensive and sensual than that.

Sure enough, Kuroko was not disappointed. It was everything she thought it would be… and more.

Quick as a serpent, Mikoto’s warm, wet tongue flashed out and flicked across the undersides of her invitingly outstretched toes. Kuroko’s first reaction was a gasp, and then she began to half-coo, half-giggle as she felt the tongue lick and lap across her soles. After all the scrubbing and scratching her poor tootsies had endured, the soft, moist touch of the tongue was especially welcome.

The tongue felt soft and rough at the same time, especially when Mikoto would use her teeth to nibble. The slick, fleshy organ slid wildly to and fro over Kuroko’s feet, with a surprising celerity. None of her machines had ever been able to tickle her quite like this! It lapped in and out quickly, licking across the sole of her foot faster than fingers.

The tongue flicked round the sole in a circular pattern, before then tracing various shapes, and letters. Each toe got its personal tongue treatment too, as the slithering appendage slipped between the spaces between Kuroko's pedicures toes, and lightly licking those horrendously sensitive gaps along the webbing of the toes. The teeth would occasionally make an appearance too; Kuroko almost kicked Mikoto in the eye when the sharp teeth nibbled along the ball of her feet, for the sudden sensation was such a contrast from the soft touch of that amorous tongue.

It was here that the gasps and moans intermingled with the laughter really made their presence felt. Kuroko was yowling like a dog in heat as Mikoto’s nimble tongue did unspeakable things to her feet and loins. More than once during a particularly sultry gasp, Kuroko’s hips thrust upwards, physically begging to gain some kind of release. Mikoto pretended not to notice the sight, but there was no ignoring the sounds Kuroko was making, so true to her personality, Mikoto was quick to spoil her fun.

After a while of maddeningly teasing Kuroko’s feet by exclusively using her tongue, Mikoto diabolically reintroduce her fingers to the mix, so Kuroko might have to contend with having a big toe nibbled while twenty fingers spidered across the same foot at the same time. Kuroko went from cooing to squealing quickly, though with her mouth curved up in such a wide smile there was no doubt that she loved every single moment of it.

“My mouth is tired,” Mikoto complained, rubbing her jaw with one hand as she continued to dance her sharp fingernails over Kuroko’s soles with her other hand. “I think I prefer using my fingers anyway. Can’t have you having too much fun!” The devastatingly sharp fingernails quickly descended on Kuroko’s flawless soles again. Her eyes closed, as laughter began spilling out of her uncontrollably again, the tickling all the sweeter because of the tongue treatment she had just finished receiving. Kuroko was dimly aware of a flash of electricity as the devices on her upperbody began rampaging across her ticklish torso yet again, but she only had one thought on her mind.

I could do this all day.


Little did Kuroko know that Mikoto was thinking the exact same thing.

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A Certain Magical Index TK: Mikoto’s Ticklish Training


Mikoto Misaka had been intrigued when she saw the note at her desk advertising a new training programme designed just for her. “Push your limits to the max, and improve!” it read. Mikoto had risen from a level 1 esper to a level 5 esper through her exceptional work ethic, so she jumped at a new training regime to improve her powers even further.

And that was how she had ended up in her current predicament. She had followed the note to a classroom in Tokiwadai Middle School, but as soon as she stepped inside and took a deep breath, a powerful scent knocked her unconscious.

She found herself strapped to some kind of bizarre contraption, with an automated, computerized voice speaking in her ear.

“Apologies for that. The surprise would have been ruined if you had just seen everything,” the computer voice said apologetically.

“What are you saying? Let me go!” Mikoto said indignantly, trying to squirm free. There was a blindfold on her face, and she could feel manacles and metal straps all over her body. She could feel she was flat on her back on some cold metallic surface, and her hands were encased in some kind of velvety material. The straps held her wrists, waist, and ankles tightly to the horizontal table.

“Are you sure? You are here for training, are you not? Would you give up before even hearing about the challenge?”

Mikoto bit her lip. It was not like her to give up so quickly… “What challenge?” she asked.

“30 minutes of endurance. Do not use your powers,” the voice said, as a graphic of a timer suddenly appeared on the inside of Mikoto’s blindfold, enabling her to see the time. “Use of your electricity powers prolongs the ordeal. Do you accept?”

The bound girl took a deep breath as she mulled it over. 30 minutes without her powers did not seem too difficult. But she had to know more before committing. “What’s the purpose of this training? How will it help me?”

“Self-control, perseverance, and patience. There will be moments where you must wait for the opportune moment to strike. This training exercise is about waiting for that moment to present itself.”

Mikoto chewed on that. “Fine. I’m in. Let’s do this,” she said, tossing her brown hair back. How hard could it be? She could do this.

“The training exercise has now officially begun,” the robotic voice blared, as the machine made an ominous whirl. “Phase 1.”

Phase 1? Mikoto did not have time to figure out what meant, as she felt the straps around her wrists slowly tilt backwards, slowly but steadily stretching her stomach till she was elongated to the maximum. She also felt her brown loafers being plucked off. Wait, what was about to happen to her? Mikoto wondered. The programme had only mentioned a training exercise, and Mikoto had forgotten to ask exactly what would be happening to her in it!  As Mikoto was cursing under her breath for being so foolish, she got the answer to her riddle.

She felt a rubber-tipped prong prod against her right side, making her twitch and yelp out of reflex, Mikoto’s light brown vest sweater and white blouse providing little protection. She felt another prong poking on her left, right along her fully-stretched out armpit. Mikoto bit her lip as she felt laughter welling up in her throat as the prong entered her armpit. She was gritting her teeth and choking back giggles as the prong poked in and wriggled about, as the brown-haired girl had no way of protecting her helpless underarm. What is going on…

It became obvious as she felt what must have been a wooden backscratcher itching at the ball of her right foot, which were still protected by her thick white socks. The ordeal was tickling. Mikoto almost laughed aloud, though that was only because of how laughable the ordeal was, not because it tickled or anything… she could take tickling! Tickling was the kind of thing that happened at slumber parties! She remembered about a week ago she had gotten into a tickle fight with her best friend and roommate, Shirai Kuroko. The girls had been painting their toenails and giving each other pedicures, but while Kuroko was finishing up the application of electric-yellow nail polish on Mikoto’s toes, the mischievous girl gave Mikoto’s soft sole a quick tickle. Squealing in surprise, Mikoto had pounced on Kuroko’s pale feet, whose toes had been painted in alternating black and white colours, and scribbled her fingers wildly over them till Kuroko had been too breathless to say "stop tickling me, Onee-sama! Toohohohohoho tihihicicklish!" Kuroko had put up a token resistance, trying to take a swipe at Mikoto’s slender feet or sides, but Mikoto had quelled her defiance with a few well-placed scratches under those pretty toes.

That being said, Mikoto still felt herself gasp, and her breathing accelerate as the scratcher continued to weave along her soles. The scratches went from short, light scrapes to long, deeper scratches on the delicate flesh. Mikoto felt her toes start to wiggle in her socks as her high arches began to receive the brunt of this scratching. 

The tickling at her midriff was intensifying too, as the two rubber-tipped prongs continued to dig and scratch in her sensitive armpits. At her sides a pair of clamps began squeezing her sides, making her jolt and splutter with laughter. Mikoto hated to admit it, but no matter how hard she fought it, the tickling was starting to wear her out. Giggles were trickling from her lips now, and she found herself twisting harder and harder instinctively against her bondage. The scratcher was chasing the undersides of Mikoto’s toes, and although she could wiggle her foot away, it was only delaying the inevitable and sparing her digits a few moments of ticklish reprieve. The prongs made it feel like the sleeves of Mikoto’s blouse weren’t even there, as they teased the sensitive skin there with their rubber tips. The clamps at her sides were tweaking her right side and her left side in alternating actions, making her jolt one way and then the other as if she was rowing in a boat.

“Gahahahah stahahahap ihihihiht! Ihihihit tihihihickles!” Mikoto found herself saying, as the devilish mechanical implements tickled her harder and harder. The timer in her blindfold said that only eight minutes had elapsed, but it felt more like eight hours to Mikoto as she snorted and squeaked with high-pitched girlish laughter. She felt a tingling in her fingers as she reflexively wanted to conjure electricity to free herself from this ticklish trial, but she remembered the rules of the training programme. She had to endure! With sweat trickling down her chin as her laughter grew more and more frenetic. The tickling tools were tireless, and they were content to keep tickling and tickling as sweat began to trickle down Mikoto’s brow.

At the ten minute mark, Mikoto felt the mechanical devices coming to a halt. Grateful, Mikoto gulped in air as she tried to catch her breath.

“Phase 2 will commencing in thirty seconds,” the cool electronic voice stated. The thirty second break was not a restful one, as Mikoto felt metal pincers roll up her vest and blouse so her bare stomach was exposed. Doubtless there would be a whole host of devices dedicated to tickling the hell out of me there… Mikoto thought, her trepidation only increasing as her thick white socks were pulled off so now her bare, white feet would be even more ticklish, as they were without the protection of her socks, which had blocked out some of the tickling. , as she wiggled her painted toes nervously, adjusting to the cool air on her soles.  Mikoto dimly wondered if her brightly-painted yellow toenails would be a prime target with their eye-catching vibrancy. Sure enough, she felt something stranger and rubbery latch onto her toes that felt a bit like mini-plungers. They felt like little rubber suction cups, and these suctions zeroed in on the very tips of each toe, latching onto them securely by sucking out the air so there was no way the suction cups could be dislodged by frantic foot flailing. Within seconds, the suction cups had tightened, and the toes were slightly pulled apart to expose the deliciously sensitive crevices in between. With those suction cups in place, Mikoto’s milky-white sole was pulled taut, and her feet would not be able to dodge swipes from the wooden backscratcher again.

This all added up to Phase 2 being even more unbearable than Phase 1, and Mikoto did not even have a moment to brace herself, because Phase 2 was about to start.


Mikoto tried to wiggle her bare feet nervously, but found the toe bondage restricted all her movement. The tickling had been bad enough with socks on, so just what would it be like when she had lost even her last bastion of defence? She sucked in her breath and tried not to think about what delectable targets her pale, petite feet must be. She knew the wrinkly arches on her soles would be a pleasing shade of white, while the balls, heels and sides of her feet were a slightly pinkish colour.

She felt the backscratcher make contact with her left sole again, as the wooden claws raked up her arch. Within two long racks of the scratcher, Mikoto could feel her control ebbing away as laughter began trickling past her tightly-pressed lips.

“Gahahahaha, nohohohohoho fahahahair!” Mikoto cried, as she felt something soft and bristly brush against the soft flesh of her other foot. As if the backscratcher on its own wasn’t bad enough! Mikoto couldn’t see what the soft, wispy thing tormented her right foot was, but she had a dark suspicion it was an evil feather. The feather was a smaller, lighter, fluffier thing, but it served as a sharp contract to the rakes and slices across her left sole of the backscratcher. The backscratcher was a large, unwieldy thing, although it was devastating on Mikoto’s high arches with long strokes. On the other hand, the feather dusted, teased, and probed Mikoto’s sole in search for sweet spots, in particular around and especially in between Mikoto’s freshly-pedicured yellow toes, where the backscratcher was unable to explore meticulously. The feather definitely made up for its size with a thorough exploration of the gaps between Mikoto’s toes, and the computer clearly made notes on how much Mikoto giggled when the wisps of the feather teased the webbing between her slender digits. For a normal person, it would have been quite difficult to use each hand to tickle in such drastically different ways, the same way it was hard to pat your head and rub your stomach at the same time, but the machine had no such restrictions, as the machine masterfully elicited ticklish laughter from the seated student.

Mikoto squeaked and squealed as her toes were continuously tantalized by the soft touch of the feather, her giggles interspersed with harsh belly laughter was the backscratcher wreaked havoc on her other foot.  She tried to fight it, but she felt like she was between a rock and a hard place when it came to the tickle torment being inflicted on her soles; her arches were a terrible spot for her, especially with her foot pulled taut like this, and the backscratcher was doing something ungodly to all the ticklish nerves clustered around there and the ball of her food. Yet with the feather wiggling underneath her tender toes and inside the sensitive spaces between them, she felt like there was no spot on her feet as bad as her toes, as the slightest touch underneath her toes made it feel like her muscles had turned to jelly. Her blindness made it even worse, as every attack was a surprise that caught her off guard so everything tickled that much more.

She tried her best so scrunch her toes again but there was no breaking free of those accursed suction gaps that had captured her toes. They kept her toes firmly in place, no matter how hard she strained, and they always kept the undersides of her toes exposed so every inch of her sensitive digits could receive proper ticklish attention. And to think the instruments on her midsection had been idle… this was not boding well at all for the young student’s perseverance. If she was already losing her mind now, how bad would it be when her upperbody was worked on too?

Her eyesight was starting to get blurry from her clenching her eyes shut as she tried to keep her laughter under control, but the laughter was flowing freely and easily now, as the backscratcher and the feather continued their merry meander along her trapped white soles. And the timer stated she still had half of her ordeal to go… Mikoto’s willpower was fraying as she felt sweat creep along her brow from all her struggles. Her brown hair was starting to clump to her head uncomfortably, and more than once had almost unleashed an electrical burst out of pure instinct to save her sensitive soles from further ticklish trauma. To her relief, the implements at her feet finally stopped, but this was no cause for celebration as Mikoto heard the whirl of new devices at her stomach. All she could do was hope it would not be as bad.


The ticklish student should have been happy that her slender soles were saved from the tickling, but the tickling at her upperbody and legs made it so it was no cause for celebration. Within moments, she was cackling like a madwoman as the ticklish devices pierced through her already-weakened defences in seconds. Like the tickling that had been inflicted upon her feet, the tickling tools had stepped their game up. With her shirt rolled up, the bare flesh of her stomach was on full display, and the computer took to attacking this new spot with mechanical gusto. A swam of feathers danced up and down her tummy, with feathers constantly flittering into her navel. Mikoto had never known how susceptible her belly button was to feathers, but she was becoming very well-acquainted with that fact as feathers twirled and dipped into that ticklish divet at a maddening rate. Already, Mikoto felt herself accidentally release a few sparks from the bottoms of her soles. No!

For her ribs and armpits, a set of rapidly vibrating prods rummaged up and down, and it was unreal how much it tickled when they vibed her ribcage. Mikoto was straining at her bondage, desperate to move her arms away from them. She felt the trickle of electricity in her veins yet again, as the tickling threatened to blow up her self-control.

Her sides had a pair of cold, metallic clamps working over them, squeezing and jolting the sensitive flesh there. Being poked in the sides was something Kuroko did to her occasionally, but a finger poking you lightly was one thing, and the mechanical precision of the clamps was a different one altogether. The pressure and location changed constantly. It seemed the machine had been programmed with a random touch and time-span for each movement, and trying to predict the next tickle spot was an exercise in futility, as it always seemed to catch her off-guard, making her jump every few seconds in ticklish reflex. It was the sides that tipped the scales, and made Mikoto lose control for the first time. The tickling at her feet was more of a scratchy, teasing sort of tickling, but the squeezing and poking was more a muscle-stimulating sort of thing, would made her flinch and gasp each time. It was during one of these flinches, when the instinctive impulse to flee was strongest, that Mikoto found herself surging with electrical power, and so desperate to escape her ticklish confines, she let it loose. Mikoto released a massive burst of energy, but instead of overloading or disabling the machine, it seemed to empower it as it filled with energy. The timer in front of Mikoto’s eyes, which had been at ten minutes, doubled to twenty.

“Nohohohoho!” Mikoto groaned, still half-giggling, as she tossed her head from side to side. She had been nearly finished! “Gahahahaha!” she said, pulling at her bonds even harder. She knew escape was likely as impossible as before, but she needed some way to vent her frustration. Mikoto’s tidy light brown hair was becoming a mess as she whipped her head back and forth.

To make matters worse, she could feel the devices at her reddened feet beginning to hum into motion again. Just what she needed! Mikoto thought, her immaculate feet already tingling in anticipation. She was expecting the backscratcher digging into her high arches, or the feather snaking its way through her tender toes, but the machine had a new trick in its bag. When she felt the two things hit her right foot, her first instinct was they were feathers – bristly, pointy feathers with sharp points. But as they drug across her sole, one drawing tiny circles on her arch while the other traced across the toe balls, she realized they were paintbrushes, similar to the kind used in traditional calligraphy. So in addition to the onslaught on her ticklish upperbody, Mikoto was having a masterpiece drawn on her right foot by a pair of diabolical brushes, and they took keen care to ‘paint’ every inch of her soles. They stayed to her right foot, but they would weave about in unpredictable patterns so Mikoto’s terribly ticklish foot would never be desensitized. They would trace about in asymmetrical patterns, one teasing the base of her smooth arch while the other slid along the tips of her toes.

Another surge of electricity unwittingly came forth when the two paintbrushes attacked the toes of her right foot in concert. One brush at those sensitive toes of hers was bad enough, but Mikoto was powerless to stop the electricity flowing from her body when one paintbrush was delicately stroking the skin on the inner side of her big toe while the other was brushing wildly underneath her pinkie toe.

And just like Mikoto predicted the timer jumped from fifteen minutes to twenty-five, and a new set of implements went to work. Mikoto would never admit this, but as her throat started to chaff from so much continuous laughter, she wondered if perhaps she had bitten off more than she could chew.


“Urgeeeeeeee,” Mikoto said, half grunting and half squealing as she again lost it and gave another huge, powerful jolt of electricity unwillingly into the machine! She could believe what was happening. How could she have such a poor grasp on her powers! It was just silly old tickling! She just had to focus and keep her mind on the time… Of course, that was a lot easier said than done, as the ‘silly old tickling’ had a wicked new addition to their tickling arsenal.

With Mikoto’s underarms perfectly stretched and exposed back due to the clever design of the rack, there was nothing she could do to prevent the latest tickling tool from delving into the creamy hollows of her armpits, which were only protected for a thin cotton layer of clothing.

Mikoto’s first reaction was that a pair of merciless hands was drilling into those ticklish pits, but she soon realized they tickled far too much to be ordinary fingers. Everything tickled too much, from her feet (which were still being ‘painted’) to her underarms, Mikoto realized dimly. The metallic (they had to be metallic, Mikoto decided) fingers had long nails, and each finger seem to vibrate in her underarms maddeningly. Over time, as Mikoto’s nerves began to fray further and further from the masterful ticklish ministrations of all this malevolent devices, she let loose further electric shocks, not even realizing as more and more ticklish tools were added to her helpless, over stimulated body.

She felt something wet lap at her left foot. Some kind of imitation tongue? Mikoto was too tired from laughing to think. Whatever it was, it tickled terribly, as it lapped up and down her trembling arch and planted plenty of ticklish licks under and in between her yellow toes. But compared to the fiendish brushing on her other foot, it was almost a massage.

Something light began to tease against her bare thighs. They felt like feathers which danced all over the milky-white flesh of those tantalizingly ticklish inner thighs. The plumes would roam from the back of the knees to where the shorts Mikoto wore under her skirt met. The touch of the feathers there drove her crazy, sending shivers down her spine and conjuring butterflies in her stomach. The bristly feathers started out with light traces around her mid-thigh region, but soon they began to breach the territory around the inside of her thighs up to the crease, which made her tummy churn with peculiar feelings as it went dangerously close to her privates.

As the feathers ran up and down her inner thighs, there was nothing Mikoto could do but bounce my legs fruitlessly. Or was there? Mikoto thought, in a hazy daze of tickle-fuelled delirium. Mikoto bit her lip as she felt the metal fingers probing her armpits gently graze against the sides of her breasts. Maybe the tickling wasn’t so bad after all… Just like when it came to homework, revision, battle, or anything, the trick was focusing. Maybe she had been approaching this whole thing wrong. Maybe the trick to enduring was to see that the tickling might actually be… nice?

Mikoto closed her eyes, tried not to think about the blindfold with its timer. She squealed and giggled with abandon, as the devices continues to stoke her into a ticklish frenzy, but this time she accepted it, and didn’t try to struggle to contain her laughter. She was following the current of ticklish mirth now, instead of trying to fight so hard against it. She let it flow from her unbidden, her mind’s eyes on the tickles that teased her body in all the ways she liked. She tried to ignore the squeezing of her sides and the mindmelting swabbing of the paintbrushes on her right foot. Her whole world became the gentle feathering along her thighs which sent a trickle of delicious warmth tingling through her body. Her whole world became the tender kisses and licks on her sensitive left foot, which were in dire need of some loving. Her whole world became the tantalizing scratches along the edge of her tender bosoms. She closed her eyes, as giggles and moans merged together and she lost herself to the laughter.

The brown-haired girl was almost disappointed when the tickling stopped, and a prerecorded message told her how well she had done to pass the trial. She almost blurted out the words “Don’t Stop”, as she tugged on her socks and shoes and left the room. She could still feel her feet tingling and a strange tightness in her stomach as she walked away. I wonder if I could start a tickle fight with Kuroko next time I see her… Mikoto thought as she trudged off, her mind still all over the place from what she had just experiences. Unbeknownst to her, a pigtailed student with red ribbons in hair walked out of the room shortly after, smacking her lips together and clapping her hands together in girlish joy.                                             

“Now, wasn’t that fun, Onee-sama?” Kuroko said to herself cheerily, with a giggle. 




Do you prefer upperbody or lowerbody (feet) tickling? 

73 deviants said Lowerbody
33 deviants said Upperbody


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tickler818 Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2015
I've not commented on your because I'm slowly working my way through them, usually one by one, but I thought I'd say it here instead. I really love your stories, and the way you write is really interesting and engaging; I really enjoy reading them. 

However, please given them a slightly better proof read (I know this is difficult...please don't check my small collection of stories :P ) because there is nothing worse, for a pedant like me, to find a paragraph that is written in the present tense in the middle of a story written in the past tense. :)
oneortheother Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2015
Firstly, thank you for the comment. I'm flattered you enjoy my stories, and I hope you have a lovely time working your way through them (love to hear which stories you particularly enjoy).

But as I'm sure you know, (especially since you started your comment with "I've not commented on your because"!) that when you enter one of those passionate, frenzied moods of writing, you tend to miss typos as you quickly jot down every idea you have! Many of us tend to type faster than we can think, and so those little errors are really omnipresent in writing. I am working on cutting down on them, that being said.

Whenever one of my noble readers informs me of any mistakes they've observed, I'm more than happy to correct it however, so do let me know if you spot any more offending mistakes; there's nothing wrong with being pedantic, I'm always on the qui vive for errors myself!
tickler818 Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2015
Oh crap, did I write that? As is so often, I missed some words due to being rather fantastically tired. My apologies. 

Off the top of my head, I've really liked the Harry Potter and Star Wars stories. I particularly like it when stories can set themselves in a nice spot within the established cannon. I'm currently working my way through the Paxim stories. 

I shall endeavour to make note of and comment on the stories that are particularly good or have a little paragraph that niggles. :)
oneortheother Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2015
Haha, as you see, my friend, it is an astonishingly easy thing to do, even with the wonders of modern spellchecking technology xD

The Paxim series (they really are the stars of that series, so I think the nickname is very apropos) is my first proper foray into more adult tickling stories, and it was also one of my better reviewed ones, especially on the TMF, so I'm curious to hear about how you feel about the contrast between them and the 'clean' tickling in the Star Wars/HP stories!

Appreciate it!
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TicklishAndInLove Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2015  Professional Writer
Thanks so much for the watch!thank u 
HyperEidos Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Someone needs to commision you to do a GoT tickle story <3
I'm surprised there aren't more stories aside from chentsweatervest's stories.

Though I saw your Margery/Sansa comission for BadPierrot~
oneortheother Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2015
Ikr? That person could always be you though. I am on my summer writing spree!

I'm a huge fan of the chentsweatervest stories, and it's a real shame he hasn't been writing recently. Writer's block is cruel and all that :P As for other GoT tk stories, I've read a few Joff/Sansa tickling stories, but that seems to be it ):

I really love how that pic came out. Sansa is adorably defiant while Marg is almost inviting the tickles.  
HyperEidos Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Meh I wish, I'm broke XD

Yeah, I've been trying to finish a commision for a really dear friend and I've been at an all-time low for writing :P
I'm more of an f/f fan... Plus Joff is a jerk...
Margarey having some teasing fun with a tied up Sansa, now THAT would be a great story~

Love the way Sansa tries to hide her foot~
Landauer1990 Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2015
Just read your comment to chentsweatervest's GoT tickle story, which makes me wonder:
Will you ever do an ASoIaF or a GoT tickle story yourself?
oneortheother Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2015
I miss his stories </3

And hmmm, it is a possibility. I wouldn't rule it out. Perhaps if I was commissioned to do one. Just too busy with commissions and other stuff these days :P
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