In the Mistress' hand was a golden egg, so shiny and smooth and quite large, like an ostrich egg. She threw it at us as if only to make it break on the ground, making us back away instinctively. As it hit the ground close to us, it cracked wide open and multiple vines shot from where it cracked out toward me and Siobhan, grasping a hold of us as if it were alive. Our ankles were sezied, but as we tried to escape and fight them off, we tripped and fell to the ground. We continued to kick and force them off with our hands, but nothing worked. It also kept growing and growing, grasping us with more vines while our attention was focused on the ones at our ankles. Siobhan screamed, and she screamed loudly. The vines, as if being affected by the noise, wrapped more of themselves around Siobhan and specifically her mouth. Soon, it was like she had a gag, and the vines were quick to make a ball out of themselves in her mouth as well.
The vines grew so fast and so large that both Siobhan and I were completely covered from head to toe in nothing but the stringy, yet strong, plant material. Soon, it stopped growing and we could see the egg glow a little bit. An oily substance seemed to be secreted onto us. It had a sweet smell and it was warm, but it still freaked the both of us out. I tried to break through the vines to at least reach out, even if I would only grab at air, but nothing was working. The vines had a firm grip on most of my appendages.
"My dears," remarked the Mistress, "don't try to fight it, it will only entangle you more and make things worse. I'm going to have so much fun with you both today."
"How are you going to reach us when you can't even touch us in here," I retorted. "You got too much bush between you and us."
"Bush, you say?" scowled the Mistress, as if she considered that an insult. At that, the vines began compressing in on both me and Siobhan. "I'll have you know that my little plants are more than just mere bushes, my dear. You'll soon learn to respect them. Allow me to give you a little demonstration of their methods."
The Mistress flicked her hand a little and the vines slowly began growing golden buds. Siobhan and I had looks of terror upon our faces, wondering what the heck was going on? The buds were almost fully grown and some were pushing at our bodies. They all then started to open, making Siobhan and I both giggle as their petals slid along our oily skin. Once our laughter subsided a little, I noticed each bud had a number of smaller petals in them. I still didn't understand what was going to happen... until they all started buzzing and gyrating together. Siobhan and I lost ourselves instantly in the most ticklish laughter imaginable.
We thrashed and screamed as the buds gyrated and buzzed against our sensitive oiled bodies. They got everywhere; in our armpits, on our necks, on our sides and ribs, on our naked breasts, on our belly and inside our belly button, even on our pussy lips (which actually felt really nice to me), on our thighs, knees and calves, and all over our feet (which, again, felt really nice to me considering I've always had a thing for people playing with my feet). Our laughter and screams filled the air, but we could not escape our tickling prison of vines. Siobhan started crying, she couldn't handle it anymore. She had gone red in the face shortly after it all started.
The mistress saw this, but did nothing to stop it; she only raised a large smile upon her own face at the sight of Siobhan's tears and the way she reacted. She looked over to me and saw that I, too was struggling with all the tickling, watching me twitch and listening to me laugh and scream. She looked down at my feet and noticed that my feet were held straight and my toes were spread out, making her wonder if I actually enjoyed being tickled. She admired my feet and watched for what seemed almost an eternity as Siobhan cried and we both suffered in ticklish agony.
"STOP!" yelled the Mistress. Everything stopped, but the vines stayed where they were.
Siobhan and I simply laid there, too exhausted to move.
"I want to tickle someone's feet," remarked the Mistress to the both of us, "and one of you is going to help me."
What did she mean 'one of us is going to help her?' How would she get us to do that? What was she going to do? These thoughts raced through my head as I tried to look up. I could see that she pulled some sort of powder out of her pocket. She held it in her open hand and blew it on us, making the powder go everywhere. We couldn't help but cough at first as it was blown, but we were still taking deep breaths from all the tickling we just endured. It wasn't long before we felt ourselves lose all control of any motor function.
"Very good!" remarked the Mistress. "You are both under my control... at least for a little while. Now, who's feet shall I choose to tickle?"
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