The Tickle Bandit Teaser (Part 4) A Hairbrush? A Hairbrush…..

The Tickle Bandit Teaser (Part 4) A Hairbrush? A Hairbrush… A HAIRBRUSH?! I don’t know about you, but it’s pretty obvious to me, based on the word “hairbrush” that it was meant for brushing your hair, NOT for the bottoms of my feet!! Eeek! Get that fucking thing away from my feet! 🙅‍♀️ But, as he lowered it to my pampered soles, trailing what seemed like countless little finger tips up the now oversensitive nerve ending’s of that helpless, delicate flesh, it was clear that this so-called “Tickle Bandit” hadn’t gotten the memo about the hairbrush! My desperate giggling plea’s were about to fall on the deaf ears of a tickle mad man, who had discovered how truly & incredibly effective a hairbrush was a tickling helpless feet! The worst part of the whole thing, is that I still wanted to cum SO bad! I don’t think I would have protested at all, if he put down the hair brush, ripped off my pants, and fingered my still very aching clit! I could now understand clear as day, the stories that had been going around campus, and I understood first hand how it was possible to be tickled until you were begging to cum… But my pleasure was over (at least for that day) and he stayed at my feet… He stayed at my feet, scrubbing my soles with his brush until I lost all sense of time and thought! The only reality I knew at that point, came in the form of what felt like hundreds of ruthless fingers raking up and down my tired, pink, hyper ticklish soles! Every now and then, he would stop for but a brief moment to apply more of his warm tickling oil to my trembling soles, before thoroughly “rubbing it in” with his hairbrush once more! My laughter had become that silent, crazy kind of laughter, and the soles of my feet had a heart beat! But my heart wasn’t the only thing I could feel in my feet… As the tickle torment ravished me, and my soles hummed in overstimulation, I began to feel each stroke of the brush on my clit!? It was as if my soles and clit had been suddenly connected, and as he swirled the brush in a circular motion on one of my plump, tender heels, it also felt like he was firmly rubbing my clit in that same circular motion!! 🥵 My body had never been this confused! I was actually moaning in pure delight as he tickled my feet! I was moments away from what felt like the biggest orgasm I had ever had, when he abruptly stopped! “That will do just nicely” he said. Then, silence… It was in that silence that I finally came back into my body. I heard myself panting. It was embarrassing. I sounded like some desperate, horny school girl. My hips were also rocking up and down as much as my bonds would allow me… I was dry humping in my bonds!? If I didn’t want him to touch me so bad, I would have been absolutely enraged! I would have yelled, cursed, and screamed at the top of my lungs! But the only thought in my mind, was him ripping off my pants, tearing away my soaking panties, and eating my helpless pussy! Eating me to as many orgasms as I could take! I heard him move beside me, and felt my left wrist being unbuckled… The moment my left arm was free, I reached for my blindfold, but it was too late! As I ripped it off, I had forgotten how long it had been covering my sight! The light temporarily blinded me as it flooded into my eyes, which were feverishly trying to get a glimpse of my captor! I made out only the faint outline of his back as he left my room! No discernible features. Nothing to go on. He could very well pass me in the street and nod hello, and I’d have no clue it was him. It took me a little bit to get the rest of my limbs untied, but the very first thing I did, was reach for the vibrator in my bedside table… I turned it to high and swirl it over my clit, fantasizing it was his tongue… To Be Continued… xoxo -Gwen 😘