"Yes!" You yell. "No more fingers" he says as he pulls out a feather. He places the tip of the feather on your sole. He gently strokes the feather up and down your sole. You laugh and laugh and beg for him to stop. He pauses. You breathe heavily as you have been laughing for fifteen minutes straight. He takes the feather and weaves it between your toes. He saws the feather back and forth giving each toe the proper amount of tickle torture. You scream and cry. "Not the toes no the toes" you beg. He repeats it on he other foot.
Time skip...
"You are doing so fine. Half an hour left to go." He smirks
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