I fixed my ticklish slave with a spreader bar and shackles. So he is optimally exposed to me for a hot and nasty tickling. Before it really starts, I let him stew a bit in his excitement while he is allowed to watch me paint my long fingernails, which tickle him intensely afterwards. The laughing jerk is torn between excitement and despair. His deafening laughter drowns out his plea for mercy…. Even the mere hint of my fingernails on the soles of his feet provides the one and the other flash of laughter and even when I’m done with him, he just can’t stop laughing…

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