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Candy the Tickling Massage Therapist by Mitchell
Candy was a professional
massage therapist. Medium height, with dark hair, and a body that wouldnt quit, her passions were yoga, massage, and in the closet, tickling. Candy had been into tickling for as long as she could recall, and was
extremely ticklish. She was always the target of tickles by her boyfriends and her family. For years, she had massaged some of the most beautiful women in the Philadelphia suburbs. She loved her work, and, although
she was straight, she had constant fantasies of subduing and tickling some of her sometimes difficult female clients.
Sarah was a client of Candy's. A blonde of 5-7 with round ample breasts, she was in short, a
priss. Hair and nails just so, a college student at University of Pennsylvania. She was a "Daddy's Girl" Someone who always seemed to get her way, no matter what. Each week, Sarah came in for her massage,
and Candy would be forced to sit and listen to the latest going on in Sarah's pathtetic spoiled little life. Candy knew or suspected that Sarah was very ticklish, because occasionally during a massage, if Candy
touched Sarah the wrong way, the latter would jump.
One day, Sarah came in for her weekly massage, rambling on about her life as usual, caring about nobody else in the world except herself. The massage made
Sarah so relaxed, that she fell into a deep sleep. This gave Candy her chance. As Sarah was sleeping, Candy gently took scraves and tied Sarah hands and feet to the table. Then, ever so gently, Candy began to tickle
Sarah's neck with her fingers, intentionally. Sarah stirred and complained. "Candy, stop, you know I'm ticklish, be careful!" Heaaring this spoiled priss complain made Candy even more determined, she
tickled more on the neck, until Sarah stirred again, and noticed what was happening. "What the fuck are you doing, Candy?!" Sarah demanded. "You are a spoiled bitch, acting like no one else matters
but you! Iam going to teach you a lesson you will never forget" Candy said with an evil grin. "Untie me now, do it or my father will make sure you never work again" Sarah demanded. "Dont threaten
me, spoiled Bitch, you are in no position to make such threats" Candy said. With that, Candy began tickling Sarah on her neck , underarms, and sides as the nude girl shrieked and writhed around as much as the
restraints allowed: Heheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh! No! Dont tickle me! Please! Heheheheehehehehehehehehehehe! Then, Candy positioned herself at Sarah's feet. "Hmm, nice feet, with your attitude, Iam guessing
you get pedicures all the time to keep your spoiled feet soft and ticklish, lets see just how ticklish you are, you brat!" Candy said. "No, not my feet, please" Sarah begged. Candy ignored the pleas,
and tickled Sarah's baby soft soles with her fingers as Sarah again shrieked with laughter and begged for mercy:Hehehehehehehehehehehehehe! Please Candy please no more! I'll do anything ooh no!
Heheheheheheheheheheheheheeehehe!
Candy turned a deaf ear, plugging in an electric vibrating massager, and running it over Sarah's soft soles and under her toes as the poor helpless bound ticklee shrieked again:
Heheeheehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe! Oh my god! This is torture! Please no more!NO! NO! Heheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh!
Candy wasnt finished with her torture, as she proceeded to suck on Sarah's soft ticklish
toes, causing the tied up beauty to nearly jump off the table and let out a shriek! Then, Candy pulled a feather, running in on Sarah's soles and over her toes, as the poor girl screamed again with laughter:
Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe! Oh my god! I dont know what to do! I'll do anything please! NO! "Are you going to change your attitude and stop being such a spoiled priss?" Candy said while tickling.
"YES! YES! Please no more tickle! I cant take it! Hehehehehehehehehehehehe! With that, Candy untied Sarah, and the latter got dressed. "You are not to tell anyone this happened, or I will get you again
somehow" Candy said. "I wont, I promise. I dont want to ever be tickled like that again. It is torture, and I cant stand it" Sarah said. With that, Sarah got dressed, and left. Candy had taught her a
lesson, or so she hoped, to be more considerate of people's feelings. Her profession had made her tickle attack of Sarah easy, because the latter was nude and vulnerable. She would not stand for treatment like that,
for she was Candy the Tickling Massage Therapist.
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