Work was long forgotten.

“Come,” Tina smirked, pulling at Bette’s wrists to feel her squirming along. Bette couldn’t get to her knees, but she tried to support herself as Tina dragged her to the bed. She was breathing heavily when Tina dropped her arms beside the bed. “Such a beautiful room … I’ve always loved this bed.”

Bette gasped again when Tina reached down and took one ankle in her hands, tracing soft fingers over the sock. She knew Bette’s feet were sensitive. “I hope this doesn’t tickle …”

“No no,” Bette whimpered, already squirming on the floor, but she couldn’t pull her foot back. She was so vulnerable when tickled.

“Oh yes,” Tina smirked, pulling off the sock to look down at her gorgeous subject. “Don’t move.”

“Ahhh!” Bette giggled uncontrollably, tugging at her leg and flailing as Tina tickled the bottom of her foot. It was instinct to flail.

“And I thought I said no moving,” Tina insisted, trying as best she could to keep a straight face. Bette was already out of breath, and it excited the tormenting blond. “Are you gonna listen this time, or do I have to try the other foot?”

“But I can’t- Ahhh!” Bette giggled again, pulling and laughing and even kicking as Tina stood tall.

“If you’re going to kick at me … I can’t promise to be a nice girl.”

“Oh god …” Bette panted, trying to pull away to crawl. To do anything. She had no control over her own body, and it was exhausting. But when Tina would stop, she wanted more. It was thrilling.

She dropped her head back in all of the confusion, watching as Tina got to her knees and ridded Bette of the other sock. “I’m gonna hurt you,” Bette warned with fear, having no control of her flailing when Tina tickled her.

“I think I like this … maybe I’ll try a little more when you’re lying helpless in bed … tied wrists … tied ankles …”

“No,” Bette pleaded quietly, uncertain of just how much the thought intrigued her.

Without warning, Tina tickled her again – both feet. She held them under one arm, turned away from Bette, and tickled them with her other hand. Grinning all the while. The woman had so much purpose to her stance – such a confident touch.