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The Tenderfoot Amazon
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by Texas Tickler
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There was once a mistress named Cynthia. She was a gorgeous
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physical specimen: 5'11", long brown hair, blue eyes, 135
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pounds, 36-24-36 measurements and a dominant sensuality that
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controlled the male or female she that desired. She was skilled
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in using whips, chains, and other tools of dominance. She exuded
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strength and control; there were no weaknesses in her manner and
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nature which could be used to control her. She had built her
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personality by submitting herself to other mistresses, who would
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administer pain and torment without mercy. Cynthia, after much
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practice, would never crack, no matter how intense the pain was
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or how strong the binds were. Indeed, Cynthia was in control.
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Until Lynn moved in next door. At first sight, Lynn was
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anything but dominant: 5'1" tall, long blond hair and blue eyes,
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95 pounds. She looked like a promising slave, with her slight
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build and gentle, little girl voice, which belied her 22 years
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of age. Being a good neighbor, Cynthia invited the petite blond
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over for an introductory chat. The mistress offered Cynthia a
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drink. And anotherI And another. The effect of the imbibing
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would be to loosen Lynn's tongue and thoughts.
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"You know, Cynthia," said an inebriated Lynn, "moving in was
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such a pain. My back is killing me."
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Cynthia sensed her opportunity. "Lynn," she replied, "why
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don't you have your boyfriend rub your back?"
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Lynn looked at her. Shyly, she confessed that "oh, I'm not
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seeing anyone right now. I'm rather bummed out on guys." Lynn
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flashed her soft blue eyes, flirting with Cynthia. With that,
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as if a signal had been sent and answered, Cynthia sat down
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beside Lynn and started to gently kiss her neck. Lynn melted
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into her arms, and soon Cynthia was massaging her back and neck.
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Lynn soon fell into a deep, restful sleep, as Cynthia held her
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close.
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The next morning, Lynn awoke to a shock. She tried crawling
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out of bed, but found that she had been tied to the bed, spread
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eagle. Her nude body squirmed against the ropes.
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"Well, I packaged you quite well!" exclaimed Cynthia. "I know
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that you are a bi-now let's see if you can play the part of a
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slave!" The amazon had several straps in her hands, and wanted
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to build up the tension in Lynn by gently caressing her body
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with the tips of the straps. However, this produced a most
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unusual reaction, which changed Cynthia's game plan. As the
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tips of the straps lightly danced over the backs of her legs,
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she began to squirm helplessly and laugh.
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"St-t-top that!" Cried Lynn, "it t-tickles!"
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With that, Cynthia started to poke and jab at her rib cage and
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underarms. Lynn bucked violently, screaming for mercy.
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"Stop-you c-crazy b-bitch! I c-can't stand to b-be tickled!!!"
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Shrieked Lynn. However, Cynthia was relentless and kept the
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blond beauty laughing for 2 hours, when Lynn finally passed out
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from exhaustion.
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Cynthia let Lynn sleep for a few minutes, then untied her.
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Lynn woke up moments later. Lynn's eyes opened wide and she was furious.
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"What the hell do you think you're doing? How would you like
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it if I did that to you?" Lynn screamed.
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Cynthia had a ready answer. "My dear, I didn't get to my
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position in life by being a sissy like you. I have been in the
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submissive role before, under whips and chains, and have come
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through admirably, even asking for more!"
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Lynn then issued a challenge. "OK, tough bitch, why not let me
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have a crack at you? You brag about your endurance to pain, so
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let's see you prove it! Give me two hours, the same amount of
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time you were torturing me, and you'll be ready to do anything
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for me!"
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Cynthia stood proud, confidant, and she laughed back at her.
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"My dear," replied the Amazon, "I've have lasted for days in
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bondage. Whips, sensory deprivation. Try anything you wish!"
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Cynthia then led Lynn to the torture room. Lynn had Cynthia
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lie down on the floor. Cynthia's wrists were bound by handcuffs
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attached to the wall. Lynn then placed her feet in stocks. The
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blond found herself attracted to Cynthia feet. They were
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beautiful: size 10, with long slender toes, and well kept, with
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no callouses or corns. Lynn looked at Cynthia and admired her
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handywork; this was her first time as a dom and she wanted it to
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be successful.
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Lynn ignored the whips and other instruments of torture around
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her, and slowly ran her long fingernails over the soles of
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Cynthia's feet. The pair of size 10's began to wiggle and
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squirm as Cynthia bit her lower lip, trying not to laugh.
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"You think tickling me will break me? You're in for a
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surprise! I can take whips and other pain for days! This will
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be easy!" Snarled Cynthia.
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However, Cynthia's show of confidence didn't impress Lynn.
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Lynn saw Cynthia's feet squirm under the stimulation from Lynn's
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fingertips. Now, it was time to keep those feet still. Lynn
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hammered in nails on each side of each foot, right next to the
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big and little toes. With a string, she would tie her big and
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little toes to the nails, spreading the toes apart and
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completely immobilizing Cynthia's size tens.
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"Now, bitch," exclaimed Lynn, "LAUGH!" Lynn again began to
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scrape her long fingernails all over the sensitive soles of
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Cynthia's feet. Again, Cynthia bit her lips, struggling to
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maintain her composure. Cynthia was so determined, yet Lynn was
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so relentless, using a small paint brush between the Amazons
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toes. This caused Cynthia to buck violently against the
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bondage. On and on it went for twenty minutes. Thirty minutes.
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Thirty-five minutes. Then, the tingling, teasing, tantalizing
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sensations which engulfed her feet became so overpowering that
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Cynthia burst into helpless giggles.
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"Hee hee, ha ha! That t-t-tickles! Go ahead-k-k-keep it up!
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You'll n-never b-b-break me!" Stammered Cynthia, as Lynn kept
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stimulating the soft skin on Cynthia's soles.
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One hour had now passed, and Cynthia was showing signs of
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weakness, as Lynn took a ball point pen and started drawing all
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over her soles.
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"Tee hee, ha hahahhahaha! Oh G-god, that's d-driving m-m-me
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c-c-crazy! My f-f-feet are s-s-so sensitive!" Cried Cynthia, as
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tears began to stream down her cheeks.
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Lynn snapped back, "OK, bitch ready to give?" As Lynn used the
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pen, the pressure of the ball point on Cynthia's feet stimulated
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the soft, sensitive skin on her soles, driving Cynthia to tears.
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"OH, GOD, YOU'RE DRIVING ME-HEHEHEHEHE!-C-C-CRAZYY!!!" She
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screamed through her hysterical laughter.
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Lynn shot back, "Oh, have you had enough? I'll stop, if you're
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going to be too much of a sissy!" Cynthia's pride got the
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better of her though; she had survived for 75 minutes; 45 more
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and she would be free.
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Her tortured reply was, "NO-POUR IT ON! NO TRAMP WITH A TICKLE
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FETISH IS GOING TO BREAK ME!"
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"Very well," replied Lynn. "Now that your feet are filthy
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with ink, it's time to clean them off!" With that, Lynn
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produced a bucket of soapy water and a small toothbrush.
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Cynthia's eyes opened wide, as Lynn dipped the small brush in
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the water, then begin to slowly scrub her left heel in
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torturous, circular motions. Cynthia's long legs began to
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quiver; her breasts began to bounce up and down. The endless
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stimulation of the thousands of tiny bristles on her feet were
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too much to bear.
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Cynthia exploded in an anguished scream of forced laughter.
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"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHH, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH, HAHA
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HAHAHAHAHAHA TEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEI" The amazon sounded as if she
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was in agony, as her hysterics filled the room. "C-C-CAN'T
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BREATHE-M-MY SIDES- TH-TH-THEY'RE GONNA EXPLODE!! OK OK,
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PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASSE STOP NOWWWW WWWW! I GIVE, I GIVE, WHAT DO
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YOU WANT, I'LL DO ANYTHING! MY FEET ARE TOO TICKLISH! STOP,
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LYNN, PLEASE!!!!!" submitted Cynthia.
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Satisfied, Lynn stopped. She looked at the clock; the Amazon
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had cracked after one hour and 20 minutes. Lynn sat down beside
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her, caressing Cynthia's breasts. "Well, you aren't as tough as
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you say you are! Why, you're a like a little sissy teenager!"
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Lynn scowled. "Just wait till I tell your slaves!"
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A look of terror filled Cynthia's eyes. "NO, please don't tell
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anyone! I'll be ruined!" She begged.
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The trap had been set. Lynn looked down at the beaten Amazon
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and layed down the law. "OK, I'll keep quiet, but you must meet
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the following conditions," stated Lynn. "First, you're feet are
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still covered with ink. Will you submit to getting them cleaned
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with the toothbrush, until they are cleaned to my satisfaction?"
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Cynthia, anxious to get out of this mess, replied, "Oh, yes
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Lynn, as you wish!" Lynn smiled. "There is just one more thing
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you must do in order to keep my lips sealed. You must allow me
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to tickle your feet every day, without fail. This will include
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working on your endurance. You must endure 2 hours of foot
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tickling every day from me, until you are able to not just
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survive two hours, but beg for more and more!"
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Cynthia screamed, "Never!! I'll die!"
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Lynn then picked up a little blank book sitting on a table and
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looked at the contents. "Hmmm..It seems this is a list of your
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slaves! Suppose I just call one of them up and have them listen
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while I clean your feet?", suggested Lynn.
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"OK, OK YOU WIN!" Shrieked a terrified Cynthia. "Please keep
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quiet! I'll submit to your foot tickling every day!"
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With a satisfied smile, Lynn completed a one hour clean up of
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Cynthia's tormented feet. Once the ordeal was over, Lynn
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"treated" a still bound Cynthia to a pedicure, making certain to
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use a pumice stone to soften what few rough spots were present
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on the Amazon's feet, finishing off by painting her toenails
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pastel pink. Lynn then ordered the newly ordered slave to
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report for her first tickle session at midnight the next
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evening. Somehow, Lynn knew Cynthia wouldn't dare miss the
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appointment.
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