![]() ![]() Wordlessly, she glared at Edgar and pulled her shirt off over her head, revealing a plain white bra. "Looks like we'll have a fun four hours together." At this, Ella snapped out of her daze, willing to do anything to avoid that. "I-I." She trailed off, unable to articulate her words. Ella gulped, thinking about what four hours would do to her. And never even one for the past three months. But that had only been one or two hours maximum, never four. Poor Ella during that first month was a blabbering mess by the time he was done with her. He would force her into positions and tickle her for hours, just to show who was in control. She remembered the early days of her tickle slavery to Edgar. As he laid them one by one on the table, Ella started to panic. A hairbrush, a bottle of foot lotion, a comb, a toothbrush, and several more feather. You thought the feather was bad, you haven't seen anything yet!"Īs if to articulate his point, Edgar pulled open a drawer on his bedside table and began removing various instruments of torture. "Oh yes, just imagine it! You'll suffer through four hours of non stop tickling on those feet of yours. "But if you choose not to, I will order you to submit those ticklish feet of yours to me for the next four hours." Ella's turned ghost white and her mouth dropped open, all pride and anger gone from her face. "Well that's your choice," Edgar replied. "That's not a deal, I would never do that on my own," Ella shot back, mentally preparing for the order that would make her do it anyway. ![]() "And all of that is of your own volition of course, I wouldn't order you to do something like that." Edgar concluded, gesturing to the wall. Like a good girl." Ella glared at him, trying not to image how horribly he would tickle her in that position. And then, I would like if you asked me politely to tickle you. stand with your back against that wall and raise your arms above your head. "I would be most grateful if you to stood up and took off your shirt. "I will offer you this deal then," Sir Edgar continued, looking far too gleeful for Ella's taste. 'He can't make me,' Ella thought, determined not to let herself go. No way would this creep make her let go of the straps and reveal herself to him. And your arms above your head." Ella glared at him, clenching the straps between her teeth like her life depended on it. But you must keep your body against the wall. "Your feet are no longer stuck to the floor. But Edgar wasn't done with humiliating her yet. Now." Ella shook her head, but before she could even protest, her hands had slipped off her white bra straps and forced them between her teeth. take off your bra straps and put them in your mouth. "I think you need a lesson in keeping that mouth shut like a good girl. Ella dared not say anything, recognizing the evil tone in his voice. I mean, a queen really should have better manners than that," Edgar said condescendingly as he enjoyed Ella's hateful, helpless stares. a lady shouldn't just open her mouth and scream. ![]()
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