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Holly's Pedicure Punishment

Holly settled into her chair, excited for her five star luxury pedicure.  She had won the pedicure as part of an online giveaway, a five star luxury spa weekend.  Being very vain and protective of her feet, Holly got pedicures weekly and kept her toes flawless.  Not a callous could be found on her creamy soft wrinkled soles.  When she received her confirming ticket in the mail, Holly knew she would be spending her time on the one thing she had seen on the site that she knew was perfect for her.  The Healing Laughter Spa specialized in a four stage, ultimate pedicure package.  Supposedly the spa had a specially designed machine that created the perfect experience, locking your feet in place to ensure the perfect smudge free finish, and letting you observe your pedicure through a glass observing screen.

Her feet locked firmly in place behind the Plexiglas, Holly felt her first twinge of nervousness.  Her feet were really strapped in and she began to worry she wouldn't enjoy the entire cycle.  What if she wanted to itch her foot?  Or go to the bathroom?  She shrugged her worries away, rationalizing that any spa attendant would hear her outside the room.  There was no way they would just abandon her with an automated program, right?  Right.  Holly settled back and awaited her five star luxury treat.

"Initiating phase one."  A soothing female voice chimed from above.  Holly watched with interest as a whirring noise began behind the glass and her feet were slowly lifted from their "softening solutions".  Suspended in front of her, Holly enjoyed an easy view of her feet, admiring the high tech design of the machine and the precision with which it handled something as delicate and sensitive as her feet.

"Initiating jet clean." The female voice chimed soothingly, as what felt like 50 jets each were turned with pinpoint precision onto her soles, toes, heels, arches and any other exposed ticklish part of her feet you could imagine.  Holly shrieked as each jet seemed to push into her soft soles, tickling the soft flesh lightly but relentlessly.  Her soft skin yielded to the water, turning soft pink in the spots it was teased, the water creating just enough pressure to drive Holly crazy.  Holly bit down on her lip, attempting to be silent, the torture insistent and pure on her vulnerable white arches.  She shouldn't be resisting this, but rather enjoying it, this was the five star pedicure of celebrities!  But the tickling was unbearable!  The jets moved slowly, patterning over her sensitive feet.  Holly struggled to remain silent, choosing to shift her feet as best she could, never escaping the jets that tormented her sensitive ticklish soles and toes.    They seemed to be following her movements as she struggled to avoid the jets, her trapped ankles beginning to bother her immensely.  Her wiggling little feet couldn't avoid the torture, and the jets would spray mercilessly between her toes when she splayed them out of reflex, causing her to shriek aloud, then cover her mouth for fear she would be heard.

After grappling with the jets ticklish agony for several minutes, Holly found she could avoid the jets slightly with a rhythm, shifting back and forth just before the jets found her soft tease able skin.  It glanced on the sides of her feet, making her squirm but becoming bearable.  "Initiating guide restraints." The female robot chimed above, startling Holly from her rhythm, and allowing a jet to squirt ticklishly on her wiggling pink big toes.  Holly screamed this time, the torment too acute as the tiny water point slid across her enormous pink toe pad.  She didn't have time to notice as a curious pair of clamps emerged from the machine, securing a soft gel tipped circle to each of her big toe pads.  Holly discovered she could no longer move her feet side to side.  The jets continued without pause for 15 minutes, gliding over Holly's already baby soft soles.  Why had she insisted on getting the 4 step package, Holly wondered, but then quickly forgot as 8 vicious little jets began to pulse and spray in between each of her splayed toes.  Holly began to giggle unwillingly, the cruel spray teasing the laughter out of her, the torment on her bare arches and splayed sensitive toes reaching a near fever pitch.  Holly began to gasp, wondering how long this torment could continue, trying to focus on how nice her feet would look after this experience.  And besides, it's not like the whole pedicure was going to tickle like this, right?

"Initiating phase 2", the voice intervened and the jets began to turn off slowly, one by one.  Holly was left to grit her teeth and hiss in ticklish agony as the jets selectively slowed, first on her heels, then her arches, then her soles, leaving roughly ten full force jets between her exhausted splayed toes and one directly at the top of each taught arch.  The jets finally shut off and Holly heaved a sigh of relief, knowing the worst was over and she enjoy some luxury.  Her feet twitched with sensitivity, the pale white of her soles now agitated to a soft pink.  The jets began whirring again and Holly sat bolt upright, wondering what could be coming.  Soft streams of blue sprayed against her feet from the jets, coating them in what felt like an unusually slippery soap.  The bottoms of her feet completely coated and now dripping with the substance, the helpful female voice chimed in.

"Initiating exfoliating clean and scrub."  Holly panicked slightly at the word "scrub", her suspicions immediately confirmed as she witnessed two round spinning bristle brushes on mechanical arms headed straight for her feet.  "No!" Holly gasped, but it was all she could manage before the bristles attacked her helpless soles and arches, digging in with a delicacy that caused Holly to begin thrashing and gasping immediately, desperate to keep her laughter under control.  The spinning was relentless, the hard plastic of the bristles sliding sleekly over her hot pink sensitive skin, the slippery soap substance feeling like baby oil on Holly's exposed flesh.  The brush magnified ever sensitive nerve in her soles, causing Holly to shriek aloud accidentally every few seconds, her battle with the brushes a losing one.  She would have done anything to move her feet, but the clamps trapped her big toes, locking her soles and arches in a very vulnerable place.  The large hard plastic brushes suddenly withdrew and Holly desperately hoped to hear the female voice announce the next phase at least.  Instead four smaller brushes descended, causing Holly to scream, as the soft baby brushes began to caress and swirl on her feet in the most tortuous and violating way Holly had ever felt.  The slick softness of the many bristles drove her crazy as they slid without remorse across her hypersensitive soles and teased her reddening heels, causing Holly to allow a deep frantic laugh to escape.

Soft bristle brushes scrubbed across her tender pink soles, the brushes swirling the slippery sensitive flesh back and forth.  Holly shrieked and pulled at her ankles, desperate to remove her feet from the horrible device.  One rotating brush slid back and forth over her white arch now, tickling the skin and causing Holly to scream and beg at the inanimate object.  The soapy bristles teased her arches mercilessly while her soles grew pinker and more sensitive under the ministrations.  Holly's feet twitched involuntarily as the brushes finished their torturous cycle on her pink peds.  Holly heaved a sigh, slumping in her seat, knowing the worst was over.  What could be more ticklish than soft baby brushes on her soapy feet?
"Initiating phase 3."  The robotic female voice chimed.  Holly sat bolt upright in her seat and began pulling at her restraints.  "No!"  she yelled at the speakers in the room, to whoever could be listening.  "Please!  Don't scrub or pamper my feet anymore!  They're too ticklish!  I can't take it!"  She pounded on the machine's armrests, thrashing heavily in her bonds and screaming.  The whirring below her feet stopped and the machine appeared to be shutting off.  Holly heaved a relieved sigh as she assumed the operators in the spa had heard her and would now be setting her free.

"Initiating convenience restraints." The female voice chimed.  Holly watched in horror as tiny metal wires emerged from the platform above her feet and wrapped around her big toes, securing them to the soft platform above.  4 more sets of wire emerged, trapping her toes, leaving her pink, squeaky clean soles exposed and unmoving.  Holly began to scream and struggle as the machine whirred to life again, the third stage of her luxury pedicure now roaring to life.

"Initiating tongue bath sequence."  Holly didn't even register the words, she merely watched in disbelief as four enormous german shepherds entered the room, padding purposefully over to her exposed sensitive feet.  A warm salty solution washed over the bottoms of holly's feet, renewing her nerve endings and causing her arches and soles to twitch in nervous anticipation.  The dogs were clearly trained to do their job, lapping the salt water away from her feet without pause.  Holly begged, nevertheless, watching in helpless agony as the four slippery pink tongues descended on her trembling feet.  Holly howled as the first tongue connected, sliding upward, dragging it's ticklish tongue up her exposed white arch, wrinkling the skin.  Another lapped heavily at her sole, tormenting the pink sensitive pad, sliding it's tongue back and forth, while Holly sobbed at the torturous violation.  Another slid it's tongue between each immovable toe, Holly's one mercy now robbed of her as her immobile toes, soles and arches could no longer mill in desperation or shift from side to side for a brief respite.  Her feet were forced to endure every torturous lick and nibble as her soft arches remained perfectly in place as each dog sniffed and lapped it slowly.  Holly's face was now bright red with laughter, the soft sensations of each dog burying its nose in her toes and sniffing unbearable, as she sobbed profusely, desperate to move her feet from the curious relentless exploration.  She had no idea how long this would continue but she knew she needed it to stop NOW!  Had she been able to concentrate at all, let alone read, she would know the lapping continued for "25 minutes" as the card mentioned, for optimum exfoliation of the feet, the salt a dissolving natural exfoliant ideal for making feet soft and flawless.  The German Shepherds' application ensured an even coating and a soft application for maximum comfort.

"Initiating final phase"

"Initiating tickle torture sequence."  Holly's eyes bugged out of her head, not fully comprehending how what she had endured could be any different.  Two gorgeous women emerged from a side door and moved to her perfectly immobilized feet.  One woman was petite, with large soft breasts and long brown hair that fell in waves.  She settled at Holly's right foot and began to drum her long sharp looking nails against her now very red, hot and sensitive sole.  Holly, at this point, began to panic slightly, the drumming on her sole making her crazy with ticklish anticipation, and her unnerving realization that the spa might be intent on finishing this pedicure with or without her consent.  The second woman was tall with straight red hair and creamy white tits spilling out of her tight spa uniform.  She settled before Holly's left foot with a smile that scared Holly immensely, and promptly began to finish what the German shepherds started, licking the inside of her arch with the tip of her tongue, running it up and down in a way that made Holly howl.  Tears streamed down her face as the brunette began to rake her long nails across the surface of Holly's trapped sole, the sensitive trapped flesh sending Holly through the roof of ticklishness.

"PLEEEEE-HE-HEE-HAA-HE-EESE!!  D-DON'T!!!! STAHAAAAP TICKLING MEHEEE!"  Holly pleaded and begged as she had never done so before.  She would have done literally anything to shake the brunette's cruel stroking of her trapped big toes, the sharp nails teasing the toe pad's pink ticklish flesh back and forth, back and forth, while Holly pounded her fists and sobbed for mercy.  The red had began to suck on each of Holly's toes, causing Holly to reach a fever pitch of shrieking, her begging becoming high pitched as the red head's slippery tongue wrapped around each sensitive toe, tormenting the sensitive skin in between.  She complimented her delicate torture by running her long red nails along the base of Holly's tender arches and creamy soft vulnerable heels.  Her nails dragging along the sweaty, soft screamingly sensitive skin was the breaking point for Holly, the torture finally sending her beyond all reason, her twitching, helpless unbearably sensitive feet now all she could feel as the lapping, stroking, teasing and sucking continued until Holly stopped fighting altogether.  Her feet were slick with sweat as the women steadily continued their ministrations, twitching involuntarily but unable to move as the wire restraints held strong while the brunette slid her nails slowly and expertly between and underneath each pink helpless toe.  Holly merely sobbed quietly now, the sensation too pure and unbearable for her to do anything but pray for it to end.

"Final phase ended" the sweet mercy of the robotic voice finally chimed in as the women changed their torturous techniques, first the brunette who was now steadily driving her tongue into Holly's wrinkled hot little sole administering her licks with precision and cruelty.  The redhead finally ceased her luxurious exploration of her toes, releasing Holly's toe restraints on her left foot so she could watch her toes involuntarily splay while she raked across her sweaty pink soles and poked her merciless red nails in between each toe.  Holly weakly began to protest again, feeling sure that her torture should finally be at its end.  It was at this moment that both women began to employ the use of all twenty of their sharp nails to tease and torture Holly's overworked and terribly sensitive feet.  Holly gave one last gasp of desperation, the hell of every nail driving her higher and higher in her need to escape, finally sending her over the edge of what she could bear.  Holly passed out, her ticklish hell following her into her dreams as she twitched and moaned under the spa attendants final moves.  Another chime sounded as Holly passed out, signaling the true end of the session.  The brunette reluctantly removed her spidering fingers from Holly's tenderized soles and walked out of the room.  The redhead, however, could not be so easily deterred, continuing to lick and suck the poor unconscious woman's feet a full five minutes after the chime sounded.  Holly had begun to shift and thrash in her fitful sleep, the torture clearly making an impact on her slippery soft sole.

Another chime sounded, prompting a warning voice. "Final phase ended, 31.  Please report to disciplinary wing for a correcting session."  The redhead jumped up immediately, looking frightened, and ran out the door, her soft white soles slapping the floor on her way out.

Holly awoke an hour later, sitting comfortably in a spa chair, her body wrapped in a soft white robe and feeling more relaxed than she ever had in her life.  She looked curiously down at her feet, half expecting to see them still restrained, but was instead greeted by her gorgeous color choice on each of her toes.  She giggled to herself nervously as she realized what color she had selected.  "Tickle Me Pink" would never be her first choice again…
Holly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that her torture was finally over.  She knew she would never attend again, but she was also looking forward to the creamy soft side effects on her sensitive feet.  In a dreamy daze, Holly lifted herself from her chair, slid on her spa issued flip flops, and walked out the front door, eager to get back to her hotel to relax and recover from her interesting ordeal.

Holly, of course, forgot to ask about the extra charges she had incurred for her "convenience restraints", applied twice and now requiring a thorough cleaning.  Had she investigated this, she might not be indebted to the Healing Laughter Spa.  And they have an interesting way of "collecting" from those who don't pay…

To be continued…

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Holly's Pedicure Punishment

Holly settled into her chair, excited for her five star luxury pedicure.  She had won the pedicure as part of an online giveaway, a five star luxury spa weekend.  Being very vain and protective of her feet, Holly got pedicures weekly and kept her toes flawless.  Not a callous could be found on her creamy soft wrinkled soles.  When she received her confirming ticket in the mail, Holly knew she would be spending her time on the one thing she had seen on the site that she knew was perfect for her.  The Healing Laughter Spa specialized in a four stage, ultimate pedicure package.  Supposedly the spa had a specially designed machine that created the perfect experience, locking your feet in place to ensure the perfect smudge free finish, and letting you observe your pedicure through a glass observing screen.

Her feet locked firmly in place behind the Plexiglas, Holly felt her first twinge of nervousness.  Her feet were really strapped in and she began to worry she wouldn't enjoy the entire cycle.  What if she wanted to itch her foot?  Or go to the bathroom?  She shrugged her worries away, rationalizing that any spa attendant would hear her outside the room.  There was no way they would just abandon her with an automated program, right?  Right.  Holly settled back and awaited her five star luxury treat.

"Initiating phase one."  A soothing female voice chimed from above.  Holly watched with interest as a whirring noise began behind the glass and her feet were slowly lifted from their "softening solutions".  Suspended in front of her, Holly enjoyed an easy view of her feet, admiring the high tech design of the machine and the precision with which it handled something as delicate and sensitive as her feet.

"Initiating jet clean." The female voice chimed soothingly, as what felt like 50 jets each were turned with pinpoint precision onto her soles, toes, heels, arches and any other exposed ticklish part of her feet you could imagine.  Holly shrieked as each jet seemed to push into her soft soles, tickling the soft flesh lightly but relentlessly.  Her soft skin yielded to the water, turning soft pink in the spots it was teased, the water creating just enough pressure to drive Holly crazy.  Holly bit down on her lip, attempting to be silent, the torture insistent and pure on her vulnerable white arches.  She shouldn't be resisting this, but rather enjoying it, this was the five star pedicure of celebrities!  But the tickling was unbearable!  The jets moved slowly, patterning over her sensitive feet.  Holly struggled to remain silent, choosing to shift her feet as best she could, never escaping the jets that tormented her sensitive ticklish soles and toes.    They seemed to be following her movements as she struggled to avoid the jets, her trapped ankles beginning to bother her immensely.  Her wiggling little feet couldn't avoid the torture, and the jets would spray mercilessly between her toes when she splayed them out of reflex, causing her to shriek aloud, then cover her mouth for fear she would be heard.

After grappling with the jets ticklish agony for several minutes, Holly found she could avoid the jets slightly with a rhythm, shifting back and forth just before the jets found her soft tease able skin.  It glanced on the sides of her feet, making her squirm but becoming bearable.  "Initiating guide restraints." The female robot chimed above, startling Holly from her rhythm, and allowing a jet to squirt ticklishly on her wiggling pink big toes.  Holly screamed this time, the torment too acute as the tiny water point slid across her enormous pink toe pad.  She didn't have time to notice as a curious pair of clamps emerged from the machine, securing a soft gel tipped circle to each of her big toe pads.  Holly discovered she could no longer move her feet side to side.  The jets continued without pause for 15 minutes, gliding over Holly's already baby soft soles.  Why had she insisted on getting the 4 step package, Holly wondered, but then quickly forgot as 8 vicious little jets began to pulse and spray in between each of her splayed toes.  Holly began to giggle unwillingly, the cruel spray teasing the laughter out of her, the torment on her bare arches and splayed sensitive toes reaching a near fever pitch.  Holly began to gasp, wondering how long this torment could continue, trying to focus on how nice her feet would look after this experience.  And besides, it's not like the whole pedicure was going to tickle like this, right?

"Initiating phase 2", the voice intervened and the jets began to turn off slowly, one by one.  Holly was left to grit her teeth and hiss in ticklish agony as the jets selectively slowed, first on her heels, then her arches, then her soles, leaving roughly ten full force jets between her exhausted splayed toes and one directly at the top of each taught arch.  The jets finally shut off and Holly heaved a sigh of relief, knowing the worst was over and she enjoy some luxury.  Her feet twitched with sensitivity, the pale white of her soles now agitated to a soft pink.  The jets began whirring again and Holly sat bolt upright, wondering what could be coming.  Soft streams of blue sprayed against her feet from the jets, coating them in what felt like an unusually slippery soap.  The bottoms of her feet completely coated and now dripping with the substance, the helpful female voice chimed in.

"Initiating exfoliating clean and scrub."  Holly panicked slightly at the word "scrub", her suspicions immediately confirmed as she witnessed two round spinning bristle brushes on mechanical arms headed straight for her feet.  "No!" Holly gasped, but it was all she could manage before the bristles attacked her helpless soles and arches, digging in with a delicacy that caused Holly to begin thrashing and gasping immediately, desperate to keep her laughter under control.  The spinning was relentless, the hard plastic of the bristles sliding sleekly over her hot pink sensitive skin, the slippery soap substance feeling like baby oil on Holly's exposed flesh.  The brush magnified ever sensitive nerve in her soles, causing Holly to shriek aloud accidentally every few seconds, her battle with the brushes a losing one.  She would have done anything to move her feet, but the clamps trapped her big toes, locking her soles and arches in a very vulnerable place.  The large hard plastic brushes suddenly withdrew and Holly desperately hoped to hear the female voice announce the next phase at least.  Instead four smaller brushes descended, causing Holly to scream, as the soft baby brushes began to caress and swirl on her feet in the most tortuous and violating way Holly had ever felt.  The slick softness of the many bristles drove her crazy as they slid without remorse across her hypersensitive soles and teased her reddening heels, causing Holly to allow a deep frantic laugh to escape.

Soft bristle brushes scrubbed across her tender pink soles, the brushes swirling the slippery sensitive flesh back and forth.  Holly shrieked and pulled at her ankles, desperate to remove her feet from the horrible device.  One rotating brush slid back and forth over her white arch now, tickling the skin and causing Holly to scream and beg at the inanimate object.  The soapy bristles teased her arches mercilessly while her soles grew pinker and more sensitive under the ministrations.  Holly's feet twitched involuntarily as the brushes finished their torturous cycle on her pink peds.  Holly heaved a sigh, slumping in her seat, knowing the worst was over.  What could be more ticklish than soft baby brushes on her soapy feet?
"Initiating phase 3."  The robotic female voice chimed.  Holly sat bolt upright in her seat and began pulling at her restraints.  "No!"  she yelled at the speakers in the room, to whoever could be listening.  "Please!  Don't scrub or pamper my feet anymore!  They're too ticklish!  I can't take it!"  She pounded on the machine's armrests, thrashing heavily in her bonds and screaming.  The whirring below her feet stopped and the machine appeared to be shutting off.  Holly heaved a relieved sigh as she assumed the operators in the spa had heard her and would now be setting her free.

"Initiating convenience restraints." The female voice chimed.  Holly watched in horror as tiny metal wires emerged from the platform above her feet and wrapped around her big toes, securing them to the soft platform above.  4 more sets of wire emerged, trapping her toes, leaving her pink, squeaky clean soles exposed and unmoving.  Holly began to scream and struggle as the machine whirred to life again, the third stage of her luxury pedicure now roaring to life.

"Initiating tongue bath sequence."  Holly didn't even register the words, she merely watched in disbelief as four enormous german shepherds entered the room, padding purposefully over to her exposed sensitive feet.  A warm salty solution washed over the bottoms of holly's feet, renewing her nerve endings and causing her arches and soles to twitch in nervous anticipation.  The dogs were clearly trained to do their job, lapping the salt water away from her feet without pause.  Holly begged, nevertheless, watching in helpless agony as the four slippery pink tongues descended on her trembling feet.  Holly howled as the first tongue connected, sliding upward, dragging it's ticklish tongue up her exposed white arch, wrinkling the skin.  Another lapped heavily at her sole, tormenting the pink sensitive pad, sliding it's tongue back and forth, while Holly sobbed at the torturous violation.  Another slid it's tongue between each immovable toe, Holly's one mercy now robbed of her as her immobile toes, soles and arches could no longer mill in desperation or shift from side to side for a brief respite.  Her feet were forced to endure every torturous lick and nibble as her soft arches remained perfectly in place as each dog sniffed and lapped it slowly.  Holly's face was now bright red with laughter, the soft sensations of each dog burying its nose in her toes and sniffing unbearable, as she sobbed profusely, desperate to move her feet from the curious relentless exploration.  She had no idea how long this would continue but she knew she needed it to stop NOW!  Had she been able to concentrate at all, let alone read, she would know the lapping continued for "25 minutes" as the card mentioned, for optimum exfoliation of the feet, the salt a dissolving natural exfoliant ideal for making feet soft and flawless.  The German Shepherds' application ensured an even coating and a soft application for maximum comfort.

"Initiating final phase"

"Initiating tickle torture sequence."  Holly's eyes bugged out of her head, not fully comprehending how what she had endured could be any different.  Two gorgeous women emerged from a side door and moved to her perfectly immobilized feet.  One woman was petite, with large soft breasts and long brown hair that fell in waves.  She settled at Holly's right foot and began to drum her long sharp looking nails against her now very red, hot and sensitive sole.  Holly, at this point, began to panic slightly, the drumming on her sole making her crazy with ticklish anticipation, and her unnerving realization that the spa might be intent on finishing this pedicure with or without her consent.  The second woman was tall with straight red hair and creamy white tits spilling out of her tight spa uniform.  She settled before Holly's left foot with a smile that scared Holly immensely, and promptly began to finish what the German shepherds started, licking the inside of her arch with the tip of her tongue, running it up and down in a way that made Holly howl.  Tears streamed down her face as the brunette began to rake her long nails across the surface of Holly's trapped sole, the sensitive trapped flesh sending Holly through the roof of ticklishness.

"PLEEEEE-HE-HEE-HAA-HE-EESE!!  D-DON'T!!!! STAHAAAAP TICKLING MEHEEE!"  Holly pleaded and begged as she had never done so before.  She would have done literally anything to shake the brunette's cruel stroking of her trapped big toes, the sharp nails teasing the toe pad's pink ticklish flesh back and forth, back and forth, while Holly pounded her fists and sobbed for mercy.  The red had began to suck on each of Holly's toes, causing Holly to reach a fever pitch of shrieking, her begging becoming high pitched as the red head's slippery tongue wrapped around each sensitive toe, tormenting the sensitive skin in between.  She complimented her delicate torture by running her long red nails along the base of Holly's tender arches and creamy soft vulnerable heels.  Her nails dragging along the sweaty, soft screamingly sensitive skin was the breaking point for Holly, the torture finally sending her beyond all reason, her twitching, helpless unbearably sensitive feet now all she could feel as the lapping, stroking, teasing and sucking continued until Holly stopped fighting altogether.  Her feet were slick with sweat as the women steadily continued their ministrations, twitching involuntarily but unable to move as the wire restraints held strong while the brunette slid her nails slowly and expertly between and underneath each pink helpless toe.  Holly merely sobbed quietly now, the sensation too pure and unbearable for her to do anything but pray for it to end.

"Final phase ended" the sweet mercy of the robotic voice finally chimed in as the women changed their torturous techniques, first the brunette who was now steadily driving her tongue into Holly's wrinkled hot little sole administering her licks with precision and cruelty.  The redhead finally ceased her luxurious exploration of her toes, releasing Holly's toe restraints on her left foot so she could watch her toes involuntarily splay while she raked across her sweaty pink soles and poked her merciless red nails in between each toe.  Holly weakly began to protest again, feeling sure that her torture should finally be at its end.  It was at this moment that both women began to employ the use of all twenty of their sharp nails to tease and torture Holly's overworked and terribly sensitive feet.  Holly gave one last gasp of desperation, the hell of every nail driving her higher and higher in her need to escape, finally sending her over the edge of what she could bear.  Holly passed out, her ticklish hell following her into her dreams as she twitched and moaned under the spa attendants final moves.  Another chime sounded as Holly passed out, signaling the true end of the session.  The brunette reluctantly removed her spidering fingers from Holly's tenderized soles and walked out of the room.  The redhead, however, could not be so easily deterred, continuing to lick and suck the poor unconscious woman's feet a full five minutes after the chime sounded.  Holly had begun to shift and thrash in her fitful sleep, the torture clearly making an impact on her slippery soft sole.

Another chime sounded, prompting a warning voice. "Final phase ended, 31.  Please report to disciplinary wing for a correcting session."  The redhead jumped up immediately, looking frightened, and ran out the door, her soft white soles slapping the floor on her way out.

Holly awoke an hour later, sitting comfortably in a spa chair, her body wrapped in a soft white robe and feeling more relaxed than she ever had in her life.  She looked curiously down at her feet, half expecting to see them still restrained, but was instead greeted by her gorgeous color choice on each of her toes.  She giggled to herself nervously as she realized what color she had selected.  "Tickle Me Pink" would never be her first choice again…
Holly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that her torture was finally over.  She knew she would never attend again, but she was also looking forward to the creamy soft side effects on her sensitive feet.  In a dreamy daze, Holly lifted herself from her chair, slid on her spa issued flip flops, and walked out the front door, eager to get back to her hotel to relax and recover from her interesting ordeal.

Holly, of course, forgot to ask about the extra charges she had incurred for her "convenience restraints", applied twice and now requiring a thorough cleaning.  Had she investigated this, she might not be indebted to the Healing Laughter Spa.  And they have an interesting way of "collecting" from those who don't pay…

To be continued…