Tracys nylon torture

Tracy was bound in the doorway, her hands gripping the frame, her feet tied to a table below. Dressed in a sleek black top, skirt, and nylon stockings, she was completely exposed.

It started with a light tickle on her nylon-covered soles, making her squirm. Then, a sharp rip tore the stocking, exposing her skin. Cold oil was drizzled over her feet, followed by the intense, buzzing vibration of an electric toothbrush, which danced mercilessly between her toes. A hairbrush was then scraped roughly over her slick soles.

But the torment didn’t stop there. Tickling fingers crept under her top, skittering along her ribs and across her stomach, until her helpless laughter dissolved into breathless, exhausted sobs.