Maroon 5 music blared from the tavern speakers as Jackson and Morgan picked halfheartedly at a platter of potato skins. "Lainaaaaaaa...", the young woman moaned to the bartender across the room, "driiiiiiink...".

Laina, a 24 year old of mixed Japanese and Mexican decent, looked over at the pale punk rocker with exasperation. She had met Jackson and Morgan a few weeks before through a posting on a classified website offering good money for an 'eccentric modeling gig'; being bound and tickled on camera for fetish videos. Her humiliating ordeal had only amplified when the videos, which the two producers had promised wouldn't be seen off of dedicated fetish websites, became public for the entire college town to view via video sharing websites. While they attempted to remedy the situation with varying methods, including talking others in town into doing similar videos to dissociate the tickling from an explicitly sexual context, she never truly warmed up to the either of them. She approached the two, hoping to take a simple drink order and avoid further involvement in any of the antics they were up to for the day. "What would you like?", she asked.
"Angry Orchard, the one in the dark red label with the name I don't remember...", Morgan responded.

"... it's 2:30..." Laina responded, although not entirely surprised Morgan would try to get an alcoholic cider in the middle of the afternoon. "I'm not selling you alcohol at two-thir-"
Morgan quickly interrupted, blurting a "BOOOOOO!" before the bartender could finish her point. Laina groaned, convinced Morgans order was merely an opportunity to annoy her during work. "Hook me up. We got you laid" Morgan countered with, alluding to the fact that their recent tickle adventure resulted in Laina becoming involved with a local MMA fighter she had been infatuated with for several months. "You owe."
"You were paying me back for humiliating me in front of the entir-" Laina angrily retorted before noticing Jackson had been taking potato skins and tossing them from the platter towards the ground. Wondering what the young hipster was doing, she ended her argument with his girlfriend to find Jackson feeding a small, Alaskan Spitz laying on the ground.

"WHY DO YOU HAVE A DOG IN HERE?!", Laina squealed.

"It's Dingo!", Jackson answered in a calculated cheerful manner in order to further antagonize the frustrated bartender. "He's our little fuzzmonster!" Morgan added in order to join in her mans seemingly obliviousness.

"GET HIM OUT! I can't have animals running around a fucking restaurant!". Laina was losing her mind at the fact that she couldn't even do her job properly without these people finding ways to upset her.

"Will you calm down? Jesus he's just sitting here..." Morgan argued. You had no idea he's been here for, how long we've been here, an hour now? He's fine, stop yelling...".
Less than two minutes in and Laina had had her fill with the two amateur pseudo-porn producers. Frustrated and not wanting to see their faces anymore, she offered them a deal to get them to leave. "It's 2:30, it's Friday and in like 3 hours we'll be doing 'Happy Hour', you can get anything you want and it'll be, like, 40 percent off. Just please leave and go... do something until then. Please." she pleaded, knowing that later that evening her new and recently hired boyfriend would arrive to help at the bar at that time to prevent the two from further torturing her. Sensing Laina was becoming genuinely desperate and not wanting to actually upset the girl over playful teasing, Morgan motioned at her boyfriend to get ready to go. "Best have my cider ready!" she teased as they got up to leave as Laina gave a relieved nod as she turned to continue her job.
The couple walked out into the early June sunshine, heading over to the park beside the tavern to allow little Dingo some running around time.  As they unleashed the dog into the open field, they noticed the renaissance faire inspired ankle stocks they had used a couple of weeks prior laying out in the open field close to the local sorority house. "Holy hell they kept that out?" Jackson wondered aloud to his friend as they approached the heavy wooden frame laying out in full view. As they fiddled with ye old leg restraints, Morgan noticed sorority sister 'Lofty', a redheaded tickle enthusiast they had befriended over the course of their frequent shooting from the weeks prior. Walking around the trail surrounding the park, she made her way over to the two and noticed them fooling about with the stocks.

"You guys still have stocks laying out? Have you still been using them on people or just kind of forget them out here?", Morgan inquired.
"We kept them out here, the school was asking a lot of questions about what we were up to with them with all the tickling stuff. They were asking a lot of questions about  the 'fund raiser' you were running that I didn't know how to answer, so to avoid a weird little scenario I just told them we were having a Renaissance Faire thing a while back. That very few people really got into character for. And everyone was enjoying ye olde torture devices all in good fun. They bought it, the rest of the college doesn't think much of it, people had been taking pictures in it, so we  just kinda left it there. Sort of a monument to our successful exploits, all that shit, you know how ya do....", Lofty explained.

"Haha seriously? That's awesome." replied Jackson. "Been watching anyone else getting in on the tickle action?"

"Nah, not really. Like a guy will get his girlfriend for like, a second every so often, but for the most part people just walk past it now. I think most people are convinced it's like an old Civil War memorial thing or something, barely anyone even sits in it lately" Lofty elaborated before looking down at her phone. "I gotta head back, meeting with the girls at the house, helping them move out, then I guess I'm coming back for this, I doubt they'll just let it stay here forever and if we leave without it I'm sure they'll take and axe to it and toss it in the dumpster. They don't have a lot left to pack up so maybe I'll see you tonight?"

"Yeah we'll be at the bar for a while later tonight, see you there?" said Morgan. Lofty nodded in agreement and walked towards the house as Morgan looked down and noticed Jackson sitting on the ground with his ankles sitting on top of the closed frame. She then started to feel a little frisky, lifted his ankles off of the frames and opened the stocks to lock him in.

"Noooooo..." Jackson protested half-laughing, knowing full well how Morgan wanted to kill the time before the bar would allow the both of them back in. "Not today."
"Yeeessss!", Morgan countered, having quickly set her mind on having a little public playtime with her man. "You're beyond due, you put how many people in this already? Be a man and take yours. It's going away after today anyway."

"There's people everywhere..." Jackson responded, a bit more serious than before.
"Quit being a bitch, we invited big crowds to watch us torture other people. Nobody's even looking at you specifically, there's barely even anyone on this side of the park." Morgan argued. As Jackson  mulled over the situation, Morgan continued, determined to make something from nothing. "C'mon dude don't be like this, you put people in embarrassing situations all the time AND I've been more than accommodating when you want to do public tickle crap. I hardly ever even get to do you in private, not the way you get to do me. I'm owed!"

He couldn't argue, while he did enjoy being tickled himself, his relationship with Morgan did involve much more of him putting her through laugh filled hell than her getting to punish him. He enjoyed it when she was able to unload sadistic tickle domination on him, and she did have a point about her willingness to go along with whatever he desired to do regardless of the circumstances. Morgan was right, he owed her a lot of fantasy fulfillment. Taking a deep breath, he conceded. "Alright, let's do it...". Morgan, not particularly convinced she was going to be able to persuade the hipster boy without a lengthy back and forth, glowed with excitement at being able to fulfill a longtime wish of hers. Giddy, she leaned over the large wooden slats and gave Jack a quick peck on the lips before smacking his legs and instructing he raise them.

Jackson lifted his legs and allowed his girlfriend to adjust the large top piece to lay comfortably yet firmly against his ankles before latching the keyless lock on the side to keep him in place. Taking a moment to bask in her boyfriends situation, she decided the festivities needed just one more element. With Dingo running about freely in the Field, she grabbed the leash and instructed Jackson to place his hands behind his back. "Dude no! Feet, not all th-" he pleaded before being cut off. "BEIN' A BITCH!" Morgan loudly shouted at her man. Fearing drawing more attention to the set-up, Jackson hesitantly obliged his girlfriend. She took his wrists and bound them together with the dog leash. It wasn't the tightest fit, but it would keep his arms together just enough to her satisfaction.

Arms and legs now completely immobilized, Morgan took another minute to admire her handy work. Lightly smacking at Jacksons still shoed foot, she took glee in watching Jackson slowly become more and more nervous at his impending punishment. Maintaining complete eye contact, she slowly popped his shoe off his heel and slowly slide it off of his foot with two fingers in a sensual teasing manner. Jackson flexed his socked toes in the warm summer breeze and giggled at Morgans over-the-top taunting of him, a bit more relaxed that she merely intended to tease him a bit without taking him over the top. As she commenced with light squeezes to his toes through the socks, he flinched and flexed his foot, stifling a giggle. Knowing he would fight her pokes and prods made Morgan all the more excited, she knew as much as Jackson genuinely enjoyed being subjected to tickling, he wouldn't  let loose without a fight. Having to earn her mans laughter made it all the more fun.

Sliding her fingers inside his socks, she scraped and pinched Jacksons unusually ticklish ankles and he twisted them back and forth trying in vain to escape her manipulations for a second. As she clawed with one hand, she moved her other to his toes and gave his sock a quick tug, sliding it off the bottom of his foot and exposing from the heel to sole. Slowly, she slide it off the rest of his foot as she followed up his sole with her other finger, 'pinching' the bottom of his foot with her thumb and forefinger as she teased him by steadily removing the sock at a snails pace. Jackson scrunched and flexed as his girlfriends sharp, manicured nails inched closer and closer to his toes and she slid the sock completely off, exposing his entire foot. Pausing for a second, she once again started dead  into his eyes as she held his one bare foot in his hand before slowly holding his big toe back with the thumb of one hand and pressed the index finger of her other hand and held it motionless on his sole. With no warning, she switched from a single finger to spidering her all of her fingers  across his sole as she  kept his toe held back to prevent any chance of being able to flinch away from her scratches. "FuuHAHAHA!!!" Jackson shrieked as the surprise of the unexpected method sent shock waves up his legs. Enjoying the brief burst of laughter as Jackson slowly lost more and more composure, Morgan opted to change from the 'emotionless dom' persona into outright mocking her helpless boy.

"AWWWWW someone's teeeeeklish..." Morgan taunted with an open mouth smile and she spidered up and down Jacksons soft, warm foot. Taking her eyes away from his, Morgan took time to admire the unusual care Jackson seemed to take in his feet considering how rarely she was ever given this amount of time to play with them. She wondered to herself if Jackson actually took the time to moisturize them when she wasn't paying attention, almost as if he had been secretly preparing them for her for the day she was able to do with them as she pleased. She changed up to scraping each finger against his foot one at a time in succession, "Tsk tsk tsk tsk" she taunted as she chirped with each scrap against Jacksons defenseless sole. The unrelenting scratching broke down Jacksons self control more and more as his girlfriend alternated techniques, cursing under his breath as more and more laughter broke from his grimacing lips and slight laugh induced tears slowly formed in his eyes.

"Jack. Jack. Look. Look real quick." Morgan said as she suddenly halted any movement against his foot. Jackson took a moment to catch his breath, then slowly opened his eyes to see Morgan merely holding his foot with one hand and looking at him with no discernible emotion on her face. He knew that meant trouble. "Jackson" she repeated. He knew she would wait until he would actually answer him before she would stop, making him actively contribute to his own humbling ordeal. "Jack. Jack-Jack. Jackson. Jackson watch." She continued mockingly.

"What..." he answered on cue. No sooner had he finished the word than Morgan poked her finger between his toes back and forth, stimulating the soft soft and sending Jackson into hysteric convulsions as  he tried and failed to pull his ankles from the sturdy stocks. "NONONONONONONOAHAHAHA" he howled as his girlfriend raked in between each toes from first to last, back and forth. Before he even felt it coming to try and prevent it, Jackson let out an undignified snort of laughter. "Oh shit! That's the cutest fucking thing!" Morgan exclaimed, having never heard him ever make such a noise. "Again, again!" she demanded, now intent on making him repeat the humiliating sound. "Oh god nooohohoho" Jackson implored, knowing it to be a senseless request as Morgan. "Baby, baby no!" were the only words he could coherently string together before breaking down into degrading giggles. "Beg bitch!" Morgan mocked with open-mouth delight, amused at having turned her normally smart-assed boyfriend into a cackling mess. "Gimme what I wanna hear!"
Jacksons loud, unbridled laughter soon sparked attention of park patrons close by, including a handful of sorority sisters from the house nearby who heard from opened windows. Two who heard the noise had come outside to see what the two were up to on the odd wooden structure they had seen in the park for weeks. Approaching the couple, they were weirded out by the tickle torture exhibition. "The fuck are you doing?", the uppity brunette asked. Morgan, without pausing her ticklish sadism on her suffering lover, quickly and bluntly responded. "Couples bonding. S'fun." The brunette, not impressed with the blunt explanation, continued her line of questioning. "Why are you touching his feet? That's gross as shit...".

"Because I can make him do this...", Morgan countered as she suddenly deviated once again from the sawing motions from between Jacksons toes into sliding her nails against both sides of the foot, catching the young man off guard yet again and provoking one more embarrassing snort of laughter. Pleased with herself but wanting to keep up with the same sarcastic pattern of responding to the sorority sisters, she stifled her joy and offered up another matter-of-fact retort to the increasingly uncomfortable college student. "Too fucking weird..." the sorority girl mumbled to herself as she walked off in the direction of the bar down the road. The other, a shorter dirty blond, was slightly more intrigued by the goings on and stayed to watch Morgan work her magic on her boyfriends helpless foot.

"Jack. Jack. You snorted again Jack...." Morgan teased as she returned to her 'typing tap' method, lightening up a bit in order to give the poor tired lad some breathing time. The blond co-ed suddenly spoke up, catching Morgan off guard, having assumed she walked down the road with her friend. "Why not do both of his feet?" she asked with a big grin, finding the situation more whimsical than repulsive. "...saving it for later. Why? Do you wanna join in?" Morgan asked, not really wanting to share but curious as to if she could actually convince a total stranger to involve herself so easily, the opportunity to potentially embarrassing her boyfriend that much more an added bonus. "Haha I'm fine... have fun!" the blond responded, walking back towards the sorority house. Morgans lightly massaged Jacksons foot from heel to toe, letting her tired man breath and bask in the delightful awkwardness of a situation he desperately wanted to avoid.

"How you holding up?" Morgan asked, now genuinely inquiring about her boyfriends wellbeing. She was loving the predicament more than she'd enjoyed a tickle session in quite a while, but didn't want to legitimately humiliate her boyfriend. "We're done...please be done..." Jackson answered in between tired panting. Morgan didn't want to push him, but she really didn't want the fun to end. She hadn't gotten to indulge her tickler tendencies in quite a while with Jackson, and while she knew he enjoyed the kinky maltreatment, wasn't sure when he would be as willing to completely surrender himself to it in the near future. She decided to plead her case to keep going, rather than ending the fun or risk making him angry by pushing forward without his consent. "Your sides hurt? Don't have to piss or anything right?" she asked, hoping that no physical condition would prevent him from withstanding more. "Nah, but c'mon, how long has it been? Can we go drink now?" Morgan stood up and pulled her phone from her pocket. It was 3:15, nearly 45 minutes had passed since they began. She was actually surprised, while she herself had tolerated hour plus long sessions fairly routinely she'd never actually been able to get Jackson to take much more than 15 minutes or so of constant, prolonged tickling without rest periods".

"It's only 3:15, we still have some time to kill..." she explained, hoping that Jackson would be more convinced with the amount of time left before drunken funtimes could begin than at the time already spent in the stocks. "Holy shit really? Didn't we start this a little after 2? Yeah, we're good. Let me up." he responded, he too surprised at how unusually much tickling he was able to endure in a single stretch.

"I mean, you're not tired and nothing hurts... and we have a lot of time left to kill..." Morgan explained softly, not wanting to outright demand more tickle with him locked and helpless, but tying very hard to convince Jackson to be willing to take more. "We can just keep playing around a little, you're having fun right..." she continued, gently scraping his bare foot with the fleshy part of her thumb in a half-tickle, half-massage motion. Flexing his toes back and forth from the sensation, Jackson tried to convince her to be done. "Yeah, but c'mon, people are noticing, we started and it was understood that this was just going to be a you and me thing..." her replied, still a touch embarrassed the two sorority girls had stumbled across him in the compromised position. Morgan pressed on, really wanting to continue satisfying her own fetish. "Jack! For like a minute! And then they walked away not caring, they forgot about it the second they turned the corner. Nobody cares dude and we did this in front of people to the other girls and you didn't care about their embarrassment! Baby just be cool, everyone helps you when you want to torture other people, and on video so that other people could keep watching it after the fact forever! It's literally just me and you and strangers we won't ever see again after today. Be fair..." she elaborated, half begging and half admonishing Jackson for trying to weasel out of a situation he had talked countless others into suffering through before. He couldn't in good faith argue her, he had convinced numerous girls into doing far more humiliating scenarios before. It was only fair what went around came back around on a man who had since made an easy living off of such antics. He thought to himself, and in a more lighthearted manner, Morgan slapped his other, still shoed foot. "And we haven't even shown this one any love..." she commented to him with a hopeful smirk.

Jackson smiled and sighed, now was time to take his medicine. "Do what you gotta do...". Morgan was ecstatic, not actually believing Jackson would agree to proceeding. She popped the remaining shoe off Jacksons heel, and with a quick pop slapped it off his foot into the air. "Get that fucker off!" she blurted, reverting back to her jeering dominatrix persona, comfortable knowing that she had the full consent of her victim. Jackson chuckled, enjoying Morgans tickle-centric bully roleplay. He normally couldn't handle such uninterrupted tickling, but seeing the intense joy in his girlfriends eyes made him more inclined to endure it.

Not bothering with any more sock tickling, Morgan peeled the cottony protective cover from heel to toe and tugged it off, letting Jacksons newly bared foot to enjoy the warm summer air. He flexed the toes on both feet, teasing his girlfriend as much as he could in his completely helpless position. Morgan pinched both of his big toes and wiggled them back and forth, beaming and maintaining eye contact and without words communicating her gratitude to her boyfriend for letting her indulge her desires on him, even if he in all fairness owed her this much and a lot more. She decided she was going to use his now total permission and really demonstrate her tickle abilities on her man.

"Five... four...three...", Morgan counted down as Jackson bit his lips, finding her enthusiasm adorable before being caught by surprise by her abandoning her countdown abruptly at 'two' and spidering all of her fingers all over both feet and once.

"FUCKFUCKFUCKNOHOHOHOAHA" Jackson mindlessly cackled, not maintaining any of self control he had managed to muster up for the first half of the torture session. She slowly pinched the heels of both feet, enjoying the way he scrunched and flexed his toes in response to the sensation.

"You have some crazy expressive feet, you know that? I don't think I've ever seen someone actually have such lively toes like this. Not without them being gross monkey toes, you have unusually pretty feet for a man..." she proceeded to articulate aloud, less to her trembling and laughing boyfriend and more at the situation itself, basking in her superiority of her normally in-charge lover. For his normally douchey personality, she and Jackson maintained a very equal partnership , and while she was enjoyed indulging the submissive positions, she always took full advantage of the few times she was completely dominant.  She had to admit she was happy to have the smart-ass and at time overconfident confidence young man at her complete mercy. She didn't want to necessarily humiliate Jackson, or put him through any real discomfort, but this was her first time in quite a while that the circumstances put her in complete dominance over him and she wanted to savor every second of it.

Jackson on the other hand, started regretting more and more his decision to submit to his girlfriends kinky cravings as the contrast between her soft fingertips and pointed nails dragging and pinching squeezing his meaty heels sent him into a writhing fit. He tried to no avail to swat her hands away with the tops of his feet, and she retaliated by gripping the big toe of his newly bared foot. Bending it backwards gently, she raked her neatly trimmed fingernails across  the ball of the foot one finger at a time in quick succession. Jacksons steady stream of laughter was replaced with a poorly stiffled snickering as she maintained a methodical rhythm of nail to skin, each scrape of her finger causing her mans toes to clench against her hand as intense tingling caused his entire body to shiver. His sides ached and sweat beads began to form on his forehead as his girlfriend coaxed increasingly delirious laughter.

The two of them were so engrossed in their hi-jinks that neither noticed Lofty approaching. "Fundraising again?" she asked with a laugh. Morgan paused her blitz Jacksons distressed feet. Returning once again to the relaxing kneading motions from earlier, she took the opportunity give him a much desired rest.
"The well ran dry, we needed to find us a new attraction and old sweetfeet here's is what's gonna do it!" she answered with a grin, wiggling her companions tired feet side to side lightly for emphasis as she spoke.

"I see nobody recording, is this just the audition or something? Lofty remarked playfully, having not actually seen Jackson in a submissive position before.
"Nah it's just date night." Morgan piped in , still lightly pawing at her boys defenseless feet. "Did you hear him from the house?"

"No one of the girls actually walked in laughing her ass off that people were outside tickling each other in 'the big torture thing in the park', she thought it was the funniest thing. Ran inside jabbing me saying 'Come look what these weirdos are outside doing'. I don't think I've ever actually seen you tickled before Jackson, it's cute!" Lofty continued, relishing the rare sight of the schmuck put in a impotent condition made all the worse by his girlfriend making gentle 'This Little Piggy' motions with his big toes as she carried out the conversation. "You're normally kind of a jerk-off but watching you all crying and squealing is the best shit ever, I'd pay for videos of this for the comedy value alone...".

"Well shit... then pay us now for our performance art..." Jackson said with a smirk in between quick breathes, trying to use sarcasm to preserve his dignity in front of his friend and doing a poor job of it. His unconvincing snark gave way to a resigned groan as he saw the redhead reach into her pocket for her phone. Taking a step back, Lofty instructed the two the smile as she counted down from 3, with Morgan quickly scraping her fingernails acrossing his heels and provoking an awkward chuckle as the phone snapped a picture. His girlfriend still grazing the bottoms of his feet as he shook in place, Lofty put the phone in Morgans face to show off her handiwork with smug satisfaction. Morgan radiated with glee as she looked at the picture held in front of her face, maintaining the steady prodding of her mans feet.

"Send me that please!" was all Jackson could hear Morgan say as she suddenly unexpectedly went from a soft, consistent clawing of his heels into a frenzied scrabble across his entire foot from top to bottom. The casual chat between the young women was quickly drowned out by his own babbling laughter as all sense of poise or fortitude had long since vanished, his appeals for leniency translating into nonsensical jabbering as he attempted to beg for mercy in between spastic guffaws. He felt Loftys fingers give his free foot a single flick of her fingers as she finished her dialog and headed towards the bar as Morgan resumed her work on her mans vulnerable skin.

"Jaaaaaackeeeeey..." she cooed aloud in a soft, teasing tone  as she bombarded his arches with  quick fingernail scratches. "You can take it, c'mon baby, you got this...". His face was turning a bright red as his sustained laughter pushed him closer and closer to the edge. Out of the corner of her eye, Morgan saw Laina rush from the bar over in the direction of the park. Thinking she would want to stay as  far away from them and their tickling shenanigans as possible, she thought nothing of it and continued her intimate abuse on her anguished lover.

"This sucks we came unprepared. You get a whole toybox to use on me, had I know we were going to have a party I would have brought some favors to spice things up" she mentioned, not entirely sure he could comprehend her remarks through his own now deafening laughter. Improvising, she reached down to one of his shoes and pulled the lace free from the loose knot kept it tied in, and delicately laced it in between his second and big toe. The brief rest period in the time it took to do so gave Jackson just enough breathing and unobstructed vision to realize what she had planned and pointlessly attempt to dissuade her from it.

"Baby, no... Morgan fucking don't..." he whimpered as she looked at him with exhilaration at his impending meltdown. He continued to spout variations of her name and the word 'No' in order to try and deter, or at least delay, her fiendish technique. Almost as if feeding off of his pitiful objections, she toyed with him by pretending to pull the soft lace before stopping, his toes clamp together out of instinct each time. At the peak of his desperation, she ended her cruel ribbing and slowly pulled the lace back and forth in a flossing fashion. Jackson lost his mind instantly as a flood of profanity filled  howling erupted from him.

"Fuuuuauahahaaaahahahack Morgan NOOOOHOHOHOHOHO..." were the only intelligible sounds she could understand as she reveled Jacksons hysterical cries and hectic trashing as his entire upper body spasmed back and forth as he tried to summon superhuman strength and break apart the large wooden stocks pinning him down. She removed and repositioned the lace in between each toe and repeated the process over and over again, from one foot to the other and back again. The meticulous and plodding way she pulled the polyester string between his toes with blissful tranquility amplified Jacksons agony, the few glimpses he caught of her was of a woman in a completely different world from the screaming and twitching hell he was subjected to.

Without warning, she stopped. Holding the lace motionless between his toes and staring at nothing in particular, she thought to herself as Jackson looked on trying to regain self control. He knew she had somehow formulated yet another method of torture and could only whine under what little breath he had left as he heard her fumble around in her pocket, taking a deep, anoxious inhale as he realized she had pulled out the apartment keys. She jabbed his arches gingerly with the sharp, metallic object, enjoying watching his toes flex and clentch in response to every quick prod.

"Breathe...breathe..." she instructed half mocking, half genuinely  as she tapped against his tired, tingling foot. He fell backwards onto the lush park grass, huffing in as much fresh air as he could before being driven back to  madness.

"Fucking hate you..." he mumbled as he lay motionless on the ground staring into the sky.
"Fucking love me!" Morgan responded nearly instantaneously, lightly scraping each toe one by one with the jagged teeth of the key as he lay motionless attempting to collect himself for the grand finale. She looked around the park, curious as to where Dingo had run off to during the proceedings, when out of the corner of her eye she noticed Laina standing across from her holding a small digital camcorder recording the event and apparently had been for a few minutes. She looked up from the small device up toward Morgan and nodded for her to continue, hoping to have something she could lord over Jackson the same way her own torture had been entertainment for the local population. It was only fair, after all, and Morgan smiled back and turned her attention back to Jackson, still laying on the ground and having collected himself enough to be prepared for the final stretch of her ruthless assault.

"Sit up Jack-Jack, you're getting filthy..." she instructed, wanting to see the look on his face as he she took him just over the limit of what he could tolerate. He took one more deep and steady inhale before lifting himself off the grass and looked back at his girlfriend. She smiled and blew him a kiss as he looked down at the apartment keys in her hand and back at her. He leaned over the stockade and surprised her with a deep kiss on her mouth, catching her off guard enough to cause her to drop the keychain into the dirt. He leaned backwards and laughed at the huge, toothy smile plastered across her face as she shook off the shock of his show of affection in the midst of the masochism.

"Fuckin' knew you'd get turned on!" she managed to joke through an aroused laugh, lightly stroking the arches of his foot in a more intimate manner than before. He chuckled back at her and sat upright, bracing himself for the final throes of intense tickling. Morgan picked the keys off the ground and jingled them in his face playfully. She gripped a single key and pressed it to the ball of his foot, leaning over the wooden slat once more to give him an eskimo kiss across the nose before repositioning herself on the ground. She sawed the key across the chunky  area below his toes slowly, hoping to build up a reaction. Jackson responded as expected, trying to hold back laughter through a bit lip and only breaking with a few erratic grunts as his foot twisted from side to side to elude the cool metal touch that sent goosebumps up his legs and made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. His shoulders wrench violently back and forth as chills went up and down his spine from the slow, uniformed strokes against his feet. She slowly traced up to between his toes, seeking to repeat the same brutal tactics with the keys that she did with the shoelaces. Holding his second and big toes apart with her thumb, she sat the key in between them and grazed the soft skin between them, once again sending Jackson to the grass; his back arched off the ground as he was overwhelmed in ticklish turmoil.