I Could Just Eat You Up.

The intruder was mean. After tying her up and blindfolding her he sat silently for some time, letting her stew. He decided to remove her shoes and as he took off the first one, the heel brushed against the sole of her foot and she yelped.

She was ticklish.

Invigorated by this accidental discovery his plan formed immediately. He had no agenda; there was no information he needed from her, this was recreation. He tied her toes together as she mumbled in fear, and embarked on a vicious assault on her soles.

As she screamed laughter and begged for her sanity, he noticed her hairbrush on the dresser and picked it up. For the first time he spoke to her.

“Spread your toes out real wide. Keep them spread for one minute and I’ll let you go,”

She complied and spread her toes. He counted to 10 before tickling her feet savagely with her own hairbrush. Her toes scrunched instantly. No matter how hard she tried, in the face of the scrubbing from the brush she could only manage a couple of seconds.

As the minutes tick(l)ed by, she sobbed in frustration. She simply couldn’t do it. 

On and on it went until she was broken - there was nothing she could do and her assailant clearly had no intention of stopping the torment. In that moment of degrading defeat, with the brush scrubbing briskly across the balls of her feet, and the sound of her own screaming laughter ringing in her ears, she began to cum…

… And she couldn’t stop.

How to cure a woman of workaholicism

Her: What do you want for your birthday?

Me: I have a few ideas

shhh, we don’t want anyone to hear you so late at night!

Strict wiggle.