Golden Cage-Wedding Night

Teasing the arches of Isabella's feet, Kayden makes his way to the balls of her feet, going through the middle of her soles.

This action causes a reaction. Isabella lets out a squeal but quickly suppresses it, trying to make it seem like her reaction is more out of irritation than tickle.

“Kayden! Mrrrrrr! Stop it!" She protests, twisting her body wrapped in her wedding dress. Kaidan watches her reaction with pleasure and great interest.

"Sorry honey, did it tickle?"

Isabella's eyes sparkle with fear at this question, but she immediately hides it

"NO! I mean... No, I'm not ticklish. I'm not ticklish.. It was just annoying!" - the girl lied.

Isabella swallows dryly and a stream of cold sweat drips from her forehead.

"He knows!" The girl thinks. "He's playing with me! He's sitting right next to my feet! It's not a coincidence! He's going to tickle me! He's going to tickle my feet! I shouldn't react!"

"Are you ticklish, Isabella?"

"Not particularly." The girl replies calmly, trying to suppress any body language that might reveal her discomfort. Isabella may seem peaceful, but deep down she's actually screaming, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoo DON'T TICKLE MY FEET! I CAN'T STAND IT!"

“Pfft. I don't care, Kayden!!! I'm not ticklish!!! Go ahead, you can continue." Isabella replies, trying to sound tough.

"Okay, Honey, then let's make a deal. I'm going to tickle your feet for a minute. If you can stand it without reacting, I'll immediately remove your handcuffs, if not, you'll stay in them))"

“I agree, my love,” the girl answered.

“Okay, darling,” With these words, Kayden begins to slowly run his fingertips along her silky, elegant, pale soles. He doesn't even move his fingers, but just strokes gently. Isabella closes her eyes and focuses on her breathing. Kayden places his hands on her insteps and massages her up and down. It doesn't tickle her, but it fills her with the inescapable thought that her poor ticklish feet are no longer hers. She has no control over what happens to them. What they feel. They are completely helpless and in immediate danger of being mercilessly tickled. The pure anticipation and fear building inside her is driving her crazy.

“Inhale... Exhale...” she thinks. “You can do this... Inhale... Exhale... Just one minute... Inhale... Exhale...

After 10 seconds, Isabella begins to purse her lips, trying to contain her growing smile.

After 20 seconds, Isabella begins to quietly crack her toes. “Inhale... Exhale... Relax your toes...” she thinks, trying to relax her legs.

After 30 seconds, her exhalation becomes short and rapid, similar to a giggle. She tries to stop it, but she can't, just like she couldn't relax her toes. She can barely keep her body from squirming.

After 40 seconds, Isabella takes a deep breath and her lips form into a wide smile. "NO!" She screams in her head. “I can't stand it! I can't! Stop! Please stop! AAAARG!” She doesn't even realize it, but her mental pleas are accompanied by small, quick jerks of her head.

After 50 seconds, a quiet chuckle begins to escape Isabella's lips. She can't do anything about it. Laughter boils inside her like water in a kettle.

"Tee-he-he... he-he-he..."

Isabella thought she was handling her reaction well. But that's not true. It is clear that these gentle touches drove her crazy and Kaidan saw through her lies. Realizing that she has lost, Isabella looks away, not knowing what to do.

As the insanity-inducing teases disappear from her soles, she manages to breathe a sigh of relief.