Lotti’s first clip

Lotti found herself strapped tightly to the stretching rack, her arms pulled above her head and her legs secured at the ankles. The wooden frame kept her body taut, leaving her completely helpless. She tugged at the ropes, but there was no escape.

A mischievous grin crossed her captor’s face as they leaned in, wiggling their fingers near her vulnerable belly. “You’re not going anywhere, Lotti,” they teased. “Let’s see how long you can last!”

Before she could protest, nimble fingers danced across her stomach, tracing light, ticklish circles. Lotti burst into laughter instantly, squirming as much as the restraints allowed. “N-no! Stop! Ahahaha! Not the belly!”

But her tormentor wasn’t done. They moved lower, their fingertips skittering along the soles of her feet. Lotti shrieked, her toes curling uselessly as the unbearable tickling sensation overwhelmed her. “Plehehease! Mercy! Ahahahaha!”

The tickling continued, relentless and merciless, until Lotti was a giggling, breathless mess, completely at the mercy of her playful captor.