Beach

There were times in life where silence was best. Sadly Chloe had not learnt this. And today, she was secretly very sorry not to have learnt. “Okay, now here are the rules. Chloe must endure 2 hours of **** with our tools, which should roughly match the 90 minutes I went through at the hands of the professionals for charity. She will have 4 breaks after 5 minutes of ****. 2 breaks after 10 minutes. And 2 breaks after 30 minutes. No-one is to humiliate her. I am sure being naked & locked in an X-frame is humiliating enough.”

Chloe suddenly awoke. That humiliating nightmare again. Thank heavens she was…She gasped when she saw her own bare breasts. Her arms trembled as she trier to cover them. “What theAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” “Someone still has tickly feet!” observed her tormentor. The **** was thankfully brief, before she managed to glare. “Sabrina, what the heHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” “Be good or it’s more foot tickles!” Chloe lost all semblance of control as Sabrina skated her fingers across her soles, between her toes, tap scracthing on her arches. All the pedicures had made her feet too buttery for such torment. Sabrina lifted her fingers as Chloe sucked in air. “You fell asleep, so I took your bikini off and buried your hands and legs below your knees but above the feet. I am tired of being your toy. Now you will apologise or else.” Just like before Chloe’s mouth was engaged before her brain was. “Or what?” “Sabrina, I got your….message.” Chloe felt terror grip her. Marinette was here. “I am teaching her manners like you did on the X-Frame. Care to help?”