WARNING Again, please note this is a highly sexually-charged and extreme story, very unlike my other tickling stories. If you are not a fan of extreme foot torture and humiliation do not read this (Feel free to read some of my others however – they are more playful!) –--------------------------- Gav's bare feet quivered in their rough chains as the master's feather approached them. He tried to squirm, but it was pointless. The chains were ensuring that his feet were helpless and exposed to abuse. The tip of the feather touched his sole and caused him to squeal cutely, his sensitivity increased by the previous bastinado. “You feel that? The soft, long feather tickling your pathetic feet?” The master said sternly as he stroked the feather up and across his pet's bare soles. Gav continued to squeal and giggle, although the feather was also causing more discomfort due to his feet being sore and beaten. He didn't notice due to the overwhelming foot torture, but his exposed cock was growing, helplessly aroused at the feeling of the feather on his tender soles. His master certainly noticed this. “It looks like you are learning to be grateful for foot tickling, pet. Only a matter of time before I'll be able to make you cum just by stimulating your toes...” He swished the feather across and between Gav's wiggling and curling toes, causing the pet's erection to grow even further. “Go on, wiggle those toes against the feather...Be thankful for receiving the feather on your feet.” The sensations of the feather were much more severe than they had been before, due to how soft and tender Gav's feet had been made by the beating. It was impossible for him to keep his toes still, and his shameful arousal at his torture was becoming ever more apparent. The master caressed the lion's furry feet with the feather with extreme precision, knowing which precise points on the kitty's soles and toes would make him really suffer. Soon, even with the feather still stroking his poor soles, Gav heard a loud, deep whirring sound. “These electric brushes will make you sorry... You are going to feel what true tickle torture is, and all on those beautifully helpless feet...” He replaced the feather with the two whirring brushes immediately, one on each foot. He wasn't just tickling normally, however. He was really pushing hard and roughly into the poor lion's feet, causing the bristles to loudly grind against his sole flesh. Gav began screaming and howling with laughter and he attempted to plead for mercy. “ARGHHAHAHAHAH-PLEASE MASTERAHAHAH- MY FEET!!!” “Do not try and plead with me, you disobeyed your master. For that, your sensitive feet are suffering the torture they deserve. You should learn to start thanking me – those soles have clearly been begging for a good, hard tickling since you were a little kitten.” Gav's toes clenched extremely tightly and his wonderfully soft soles were wrinkling as they struggled and suffered against the torturous brushes. “There's a good boy... Suffer for your owner...Show me that your bare soles are soft & ticklish, and never stop curling your toes.” The brushes tortured the feet until they were smooth and red raw, at which point Gav sighed in relief as his soles received a break. The tingling was still present in his feet and toes for minutes afterwards. “Don't think I have finished tickling your feet, naughty kitty...I just want to make you suffer a little more...” The master said, walking closer to his pet's vulnerable erection. With the bristles still whirring, the brush was gently stroked up the length of Gav's cock, causing the kitty to squirm and moan loudly. The brush stroked again, and again, and once more...each time sending waves of arousal all the way through Gav's body. “I think some little kitty wants to cum doesn't he? It's too bad he was disobedient, or I might have treated him to a wonderful orgasm...I think I might even be able to make him more desperate by giving his soft, tender feet a little lick, no?” “Nnghh...please, master...I want to cum...” Gav moaned pathetically. “You shut your naughty little mouth...you can fantasise about an orgasm all you want, but will actually be happening is, your cock will throb with desperation as you suffer my tongue licking your helpless feet...” Gav moaned and soon began giggling and squirming again as his master enjoyed the taste of his smooth, creamy soles. His tongue felt like wet sandpaper scraping his tortured soles, and the pet would have to hold in his screams whenever it travelled between his ticklish, clawed toes. “Mmmm...the naughtiest kitties always have the most lickable soles and suckable toes...You aren't the only one who is hard here, pet.” The master lion taunted inbetween licks and sucks of his feet. As well as the rough tongue, the trickles of saliva dripping down his reddened feet felt horribly uncomfortable. After the relentless tickle torture finally came to an end, the master walked over to the corner of the room, picking up two candles that had been placed there at the beginning of the punishment. “As much as I'd love to see you squirt cum right now...there is a different type of sticky goo that your bare feet deserve...some nice, freshly hot candle wax...”