“W-what are you going to do, master?” Gav, now an obedient pet, asked nervously.

“Oh, you’ll see, pet” The master replied, “While you were unconscious I sort of felt sorry for you, so I took the liberty of cleaning all that mud off your feet before you came round. You may not have felt it, but the scrub brush I used would have definitely made your paws a bit more sensitive already. Why don’t we get started straight away?”

As he said that, he brought out two odd-looking black bags and attached some tape to them. “These will be on your feet for a few minutes. They will make sure I get a good response from you during my playtime”

The pet lion was confused as to how bags would have any effect, until they made contact with his soles and he immediately realised that they were bags of ice. The cold sensation forced his paws to recoil but it was in vain as the master had already taped the bags around them.

“Aww, are those soles nice and cold? They just looked so hot; I thought you might want to cool them down...” The master lion said with a now-familiar devious grin on his face. “Of course, that ice will be stimulating all of the nerves in your feet at the same time.”

The freezing feeling intensified with every second. He pet curled his toes in reaction to the painful freeze but this just forced them into the ice, making it worse.

“Please, master, take them off. My feet are cold enough...”

“I don’t recall giving you permission to speak” the master lion responded, not even bothering to look up at his pet’s face.

Around 20 minutes passed with his soles being frozen, until the pet was given relief and the ice bags were taken away.

“Now then, time to play our first game. It’s going to take a while to set up so be patient” The master said whilst holding up a contraption comprised of several small strings leading up to one very thick string at the end. Without saying anything, he began to tie the small strings around each of the pet’s toes, gently rubbing them as he did so. When all of the toes were tied, he held the other, thicker string at the opposite end and began to tie it around the pet’s already semi-aroused cock.

“Our first game is one of my favourites, pet. The string connecting those cute little digits to your nice cock means that you can essentially masturbate yourself by curling and wiggling your toes. You can do that at your own pleasure for the next hour, but on one condition. If you even dare to reach climax and cum, you are going to be in a lot of trouble.”

The pet, who was originally extremely worried about what the master had planned, was now slightly relieved. All he had to do was keep his toes fairly still for an hour and he would be fine.

“Well...thank you, master. This is a much nicer game than I was expecting.” The pet said, clearly happy.

“It is indeed, little pet. Just keep your toes still and you won’t have a problem. Of course, you might have some problems doing that if I were to, say; glide a feather duster over your soles?” The master replied, before grabbing a duster from below where his pet was sat. Without hesitation, he began to slowly glide it across the pet lion’s restrained soles. The moment he felt contact, Gav curled his toes tightly, resulting in a powerful tug to his tied cock. The strength of the tug made the lion fully erect, and any toe wiggling sent strong sensations of arousal through his groin area.

“Tickle, tickle” The master taunted, as he slowly slid the feather duster across the poor pet’s cream-coloured soles, searching for specific spots that would make him squirm. Occasionally, he would quickly shake the feathers against Gav’s toes, trying to get them to move. However, after a few seconds, Gav had managed to regain control of his toes, and despite the tingling sensations of the feathers, had managed to keep them still and spread out, leaving his member alone at the same time. This didn’t go unnoticed by the master lion, who started teasing him.

“Those little feet ticklish? Those teensy little feathers making your feet tingle all over? Think about how good it would feel to wiggle your toes around. It would certainly distract you from the ticklish sensations.”

Although the verbal teasing was humiliating for the poor giggling lion, Gav resisted and kept them still, even when the feathers went in the sensitive spaces between them. Over the duration of the torture, the duster began to move faster and the centres of his arches were clearly being focused on, being his most sensitive spot.

“Hmm, half an hour passed and you don’t seem to be curling them at all. Let’s see if I can change that...”  The master put down the feather duster, and whilst reaching to put it down, put out his tongue and licked up the length of his pet’s sole.

As with before, the initial wet sensation on his sole made Gav’s toes flinch, the strings stimulating his cock, but eventually, as his feet were licked more, he managed to get them to stop curling.

“Mmm, so tasty...” The master taunted again, between taking quick, tickling licks to his pet’s furry soles and occasionally sucking and kissing them. “These will be spending a lot of time in my mouth from now on.” The teasing once again made Gav feel humiliated and he was now clearly blushing at the attention given to his feet.
The master’s tongue was now licking all over and inbetween his toes, which occasionally did manage to break Gav and make him gently wiggle them around for a few seconds before he regained his control. After this happened a few times, the pet began to slightly moan and was breathing heavier, indicating to his master that his cock was now being properly stimulated. Still enjoying the taste of his pet’s toes, the master lion noticed that 50 minutes had passed and his pet was about to win the game. If he was going to get the chance to punish his pet tonight, he would have to use his most powerful tickle tool.

“Mmm, such tasty feet, but I think I’ll wait a bit before I enjoy them some more. For the last 10 minutes, I’ll give your soles the treat of the forks!” He said, holding up two metal forks, which made Gav appear particularly nervous.

The moment the cold, sharp forks made contact with his soles, Gav once again flinched and curled his toes, but this time the curling didn’t stop. As the forks scratched across his poor, sensitive bare feet, it was impossible for Gav to fight the strong tickling and keep them still. His toes were wiggling so wildly that the string around his cock was making him feel as if he was actively masturbating, and he was now genuinely worried that he may cum before the time is over.

“Yes, pet...there’s a good kitty...wiggle those little furry toes all around. Doesn’t it feel so good?”

There was 5 minutes remaining and Gav was continuously moaning at the stimulation to both his feet and his cock, compared to a few minutes ago where he was simply laughing. The forks working away at his feet were starting to turn them slightly red, the sharp metal prongs making brief indents on the smooth soles as they tickled away. 

Gav was beginning to feel as if he was close to ejaculation, but there was only one minute left. He had to fight it as much as possible, but the overwhelming sensation made him shout out.

“Nnngg...Master! I am about to cum!”

“Don’t you dare! If a single drop of it comes out before the minute is up I’ll have to punish you, and trust me, you don’t want that with feet that are already this sensitive.”

“Nnngg-I’m sorry Master!” With ten seconds left on the clock, a stream of cum spurted from Gav’s slowly tortured cock, giving them a heavenly release. Although this was bad news for him, Gav savoured the sensation of the climax and let out a strong pleasured moan.

“Well, well” The master said, clearly angry and throwing the forks to the side. “What the hell did I say? Frigging dirty little kitty...” He walked behind his pet and picked up a small contraption, which the pet noticed straight away was a riding crop.

“Please, I’m so sorry master! Don’t use that on me!”

“Shut up. You clearly need to be taught a lesson, pet. Some nice whipping on those sensitive soles will do nicely.” The master said sternly, as he rubbed the end of the crop against Gav’s teased soles.

“You know, those feet are pretty red and sore already from the forks. I wonder how painful it would be if someone were to... SMACK them!” As he shouted that, he quickly lifted up the crop and did exactly as he said; delivering a hard smack to Gav’s left sole. As Gav recoiled and moaned in pain, barely two seconds went by before his right sole was smacked just as hard.

“Mmm, I forgot you aren’t used to being barefoot. But here you are, tied up with your soft, vulnerable bare feet suffering torture. There aren’t any shoes and socks to shield you now, kitty.”

The master began repeatedly smacking Gav’s soles with the crop, constantly alternating between the left and right foot. His toes curled and wiggled all over as the poor feet suffered a strong and painful bastinado.

“Come to think of it, I ought to have punished you earlier, pet.” The master taunted, not stopping the punishment, “You have such smooth, beautiful feet and you spend your life wearing shoes? I’m glad I threw those silly things away.”

Gav was too focused on the pain he was suffering to properly listen to his master’s taunting, until something else occurred to him that was more worrying. He could feel another burst of ejaculation gradually gaining intensity in his cock, and it was then he realised that the strings around his toes were still stimulating him. His poor toes were writhing so wildly that it was only a few seconds after this that he came once again, this time the pleasurable sensation of the orgasm contrasting with the hard smacks against his soles.

“Seriously? You’ve cum TWICE when I told you you weren’t allowed to at all? You are the most unruly pet I’ve ever seen!” The master shouted in Gav’s face as he quickly ripped off the string, tugging painfully on all of his toes and his sensitive cum-coated cock. He then raised the crop up above his head and began to lay the most powerful smacks he could on the poor lion’s bare paws.

“Naughty kitty!” He shouted in-between smacks, “Don’t! Fucking! Disobey! Me!"

He smacked Gav’s soles hard for the next five minutes until the poor young lion was in tears and screaming in pain.

After the punishment had been completed, the master dropped the crop and sat in front of Gav’s paws.

“You’ve been a very bad kitty,” he said “but you have taken your punishment without any attempt at retaliation. You are a good pet. Now then, do you want your shoes and socks back?”

Gav replied by simply shaking his head and saying a very quiet, timid ‘Y-yes, please, Master” although he regretted this when he saw the crop being picked up again.
“Ahem! I said, do you want your shoes and socks back?” the master lion said, threateningly waving the crop close to Gav’s feet.

“No, master. I will be barefoot.”

“Good pet, you know how to make your master happy.” The master began to gently massage the pet’s tortured paws, which felt heavenly. “You will remain barefoot for the rest of your life, and you will savour the sensation that every activity gives to your feet. Our game is over for the night.”

Gav was now completely relaxed, glad that the torture was over and focusing on the pleasant feeling of the foot massage.

An evil grin appeared on the master’s face once again. “But I promise I will challenge your feet again tomorrow.”