Susanna's giggles turned into laughter. She couldn't help laughing. Master Guy poured tickle-sensations into her soles, and laughter poured out. Susanna squirmed. She couldn't help squirming. That unbearably delicious tickle-teasing made her squirm. But she couldn't escape, no matter how much she squirmed or how hard she struggled. And that made it all the better.

Master Guy set the toothbrush aside. But he wasn't finished yet, Susanna saw. He was still grinning at her. He rubbed her feet, soothing them. Allowing them to recover, so that they would be even more ticklish later on. Then, instead of renewing his assault on her soles, he moved to her bare legs, giving them a finger-tickling that worked its way up her body.

Susanna's rayon wrap lay loose across her lap, now, as Master Guy tickled her brown skin all the way from her ankles to the wrists. He paid special attention to her belly, with a forefinger wiggling in her belly button for the longest time. But he didn't neglect her sides, or her armpits, or that especially sensitive place between her breasts. She twisted and squirmed at his expert touch, the giggles bubbling out of her. She couldn't stand it, she couldn't resist, and it was wonderful. She loved it!

Another brief break, as Master Guy allowed Susanna to catch her breath. Then he moved back around to her feet. He picked up the toothbrush again, but he gave her just a bit more recovery time before applying it. Just enough time for anticipation her to increase ticklishness.

This time around, Master Guy used the toothbrush's bristles, scrubbing her soles with little circles and S-curves. She felt him brush - lightly, lightly - the base of her toes. She felt him scrub each toe-pad in turn, until she laughed so hard that tears came. He returned to a spiral brushing of her heels and insteps, and she felt her feet grow. She knew she was imagining it: She couldn't see her feet behind the stock-boards, even when she blinked her tears away. But her feet still felt as if they were a yard long. Each. And ticklish all over. Despite their imagined size, that tiny toothbrush was still managing to tickle them all over. Master Guy was applying it with merciless expertise. Forcing her to giggle. Making her laugh. Making her fight uselessly against the bonds that held her. And the more she struggled, the more ticklish she became. It was sweet, so sweet, so sweet...

"I think you've had enough for tonight." Master Guy's voice seemed to come from a great distance. Susanna's feet were back to normal size, but they still felt hot. Susanna herself felt wiped out: Sweat-soaked and exhausted. She had to admit that Master Guy was right, despite the mad part of her that still wanted more tickling.