Spike Gets Turned Into a BDSM Tickle Slut
Spike Gets Turned Into a BDSM Tickle Slut
Author's Note
As said in the description, know what you are getting into before reading xP This is an older Spike and there is a hell of a lot of foot fetish and harsh fetishy torture stuff.
Spike Gets Turned Into a BDSM Tickle Slut
“..H-Hey! Hello? Anybody?”
The repetitions of Spike’s crackling, anxious voice echoed throughout the room that he had woken up in about three minutes prior. A few hours ago, he had gone to sleep in the Treebrary as normal with not a care in the world. Exactly what had happened in the few hours he was asleep for he had no idea, but there were more worrying things at hand right now. The purple dragon certainly didn’t recognise or remember the room he was in, although that was mostly because aside from a selection of candles dotted around the room, there was no illumination at all, and all Spike could see was a grey stone floor around him. He tried to get up and explore the surroundings – but unfortunately for him, he was trapped. He was sat in a chair with what felt like cold metal chains wrapped around his wrists, pulling them upwards towards the ceiling and making his arms stretched and taut, meaning that struggling was uncomfortable to say the least. Looking ahead of him, Spike could see a wooden contraption which he seemed to also be stuck in, his ankles surrounded by rubber padding in the two holes that his feet were being held in. His ankles were more comfortable than his wrists, but he found it more frustrating to be unable to move his feet around. As they were held slightly apart and were in a sturdier form of bondage, his feet felt a lot more vulnerable than his hands. His torso remained bare and uncovered by any bonds, but the hard wooden chair he was sat in had slightly raised edges that made it difficult for him to shuffle around from side to side. Really, the only movements he could make without straining himself were wiggling his fingers and toes, which he did vigorously as he shouted into the distance in anxious hope that someone might be there to explain him seemingly being kidnapped. No reply was received for a few minutes, until the dragon eventually heard some clops in the distance, a pony sounding like they were approaching.
“I-I can hear you there! I’m stuck here! Come help me, whoever it is!” He shouted, to be met with more awkward silence as only the approaching hoof steps could be heard. However, as he calmed down slightly, he could see a dark figure emerging from the distance. It looked like a large unicorn stallion of some kind, but they appeared to be wearing a cloak. This meant that Spike could only see the hooves, horn and muzzle, and couldn’t recognise them. “A-are you gonna talk to me or what!?”
“Shhhh……” A very deep voice silenced Spike, the mysterious pony’s muzzle appearing to smirk slightly. “Calm down, dragon...you are only being very silly by making yourself tired already...”
“Who the heck are you?” Spike replies, angry and also slightly panicked now that it was clear the pony was not there to help him. “And..ugh...let me out of these darn chains! They are hurting me!”
“Hehehehe...” The unicorn chuckled softly, “How very naive of you...I didn’t put you in that chair to pamper you, you know...”
“Well what did you put me here for!? Are you just gonna stand there?”
“Ooh, eager I see…” The stallion moves uncomfortably close to Spike and lifts a hoof up, placing it gently against Spike’s taut chest and stroking down slowly. “I’m here to have some fun with you. I thought about kidnapping a pony but...dragons are so so much better for my favourite activities...”
“Uhh….” Spike was clearly very uneasy about having this pony’s hoof on his chest, and squirmed as much as he could to try and get it off. With a mixture of anger and fear, Spike replied sarcastically, “Well, it’s been great meeting ya, whoever you are, but I don’t think we are getting along very well so if you would let me out then that’d be great!”
The pony didn’t bother responding, and anything that Spike could have followed up with with was cancelled when he suddenly became very aware that the stallion seemed to be rubbing the same area with his hoof over and over again – over the dragon’s nipples, which was obviously a very sensitive spot. “Aaahhh could you stop!! Please!? You don’t have to touch me!”
“Oh your whining is so adorable, slave...” The stallion smirked a little wider, “And you have such a soft, young body...”
As he spoke to the dragon, the pony got very close to his face and eventually started softly nuzzling. He first nuzzled Spike’s cheek, but soon turned to the dragon’s exposed taut armpits. His muzzle stroked along the underarms and he even put out his tongue at one point to very gently lick at the hollow space. Spike’s whining continued increasing adorably, but his inner emotions became a lot more frightened. Not only was the stallion becoming significantly stranger, he had just referred to Spike as ‘slave’. The dragon had no real response, not quite being able to believe the situation that he had found himself stuck in. He kept shuddering and making it very evident that he was uncomfortable – but his captor just seemed to get more intimidating. Thankfully, his nipples were soon left alone, the hoof travelling downwards along the scaly body as he pulled his face away from the underarms. Going dangerously close to an area Spike definitely didn’t want to be touched, but thankfully just avoiding it. The stallion travelled down Spike’s quivering legs and eventually, began to gently fondle the bound feet on the other side of the stocks, making the toes wiggle gently.
“Your feet seem particularly soft, slave… Of course, they are the reason I chose you to capture rather than a pony..” The fondling hoof teased and strokes Spike’s soles and toes, not really tickling him but making him more visibly uncomfortable than before, forcing him to wince and cringe as he felt odd sensations on his very sensitive feet paws.
“Aaaahhhh!” Spike whined once again, not realising that was just enticing his captor even more, “Will you stop!”
“What’s wrong? Are your feet a soft spot, are they? Do you feel a little...shy about how soft and tender your feet are?” The captor verbally taunted Spike about his feet as they became more active, toes wiggling faster as the paws paddled in the stocks against the intimidating hoof of their admirer.
Spike didn’t really want to reply, as by that point he had realised that his resistance was doing absolutely nothing to help him. However, he couldn’t help but whine again when he saw the exposed horn of his cloaked unicorn captor glow with magic.
“W-what are you using magic for!?” Spike asked, but he received no verbal reply. Instead, he felt something on the soles of his feet. Something very uncomfortable and very teasing. It felt like five claws were playing with each foot, sharp pointy prods that attacked his bound feet and made his whining turn into light giggles. The magic had generated a pair of hands that had gotten to work with a little bit of foot tickling. Of course, Spike could not see the hands – he could only see the very tips of his toes wiggling over the top of the stocks, a sight that was beginning to get rather humiliating for the dragon. Although he vaguely attempted to resist the reactions at first, the young dragon simply couldn’t hold it in after a certain point. He cracked a cute, blushy smile and began to fill the room with some light, fairly quiet, but adorable giggles as he felt his soft soles getting spider-tickled by the hands.
“Tickle tickle tickle...” The stallion got close to Spike’s face and whispered softly into his ear, which sent a shudder down the dragon’s body. “The soles of a dragon’s feet are notoriously sensitive. Big and wide, but very very soft. Keep wiggling those toes, you know you like it~”
Spike’s resistant facade began to disappear as his giggles just kept overtaking him. The verbal taunting being whispered into his ear was having a huge affect on him as well – the teasing, humiliating words sent just as many tingles through his body as the magic fingers stroking his bare feet did. Amongst the many cutesy, high-pitched giggles, Spike made one very big mistake – he let out a very slight, soft moan. The moan came just about when the captor said the word ‘soft’ and one of the fingers went right over the middle of his sole. It was very quiet and soon gave way to more giggling, but that one moan was all the stallion needed to be sure that the stimulation on Spike’s feet was going to be very interesting indeed…
“Ooh, what was that? Did you let out a little moan there? Do you really like the foot tickling?”
“N-no!” Spike genuinely didn’t realise that he had moaned, but was definitely visibly flustered and blushing. “I-I don’t think I did! I was just laughing!”
“I know what I heard, slave… Don’t ever fucking lie to me.” The stallion’s voice changed in no time. What was previously a very soft voice now became more authoritative and stern, and thus even more intimidating. Another bright glow of the horn, and before Spike could even open his mouth, the chair beneath him was quickly pulled away via magic, making him shout out in surprise and leaving him hanging purely by his chained wrists and stocked ankles. The unicorn horn continued to glow, and Spike felt something very strange on his behind. The feeling of the wooden chair surface was replaced with a thick line of wood rubbing and pushing into his ass cheeks. He tried not to think about what it actually was.
As the wood caressed the exposed ass, the stallion placed his hoof onto Spike’s lips, and shushed him again before talking. “From this point on, you will refer to me...as Master.”
“Master?” Spike said as soon as he was able to open his mouth again, “That’s a really weird name for a pony...”
“Oh, it’s not my real name, of course. You aren’t worthy of knowing my real identity… I bet you still think I’ll be nice to you, slave, don’t you?” The captor said, “Well, if you lie to me and don’t act in the way I want you to, that means you are being bad. And bad slaves...feel pain.”
Spike’s eyes opened wide at the word ‘pain’, and opened even wider a second later as the sound of a loud smack echoed around the room. Making the dragon shout in discomfort, the wooden cane stick that was rubbing along his ass was pulled back and whacked against the newly exposed dragon flesh.
“AAAGH!! O-okay! I’m sorry!”
“You will be..”
“AAHHH!!” Spike cries out again as his ass is spanked even harder and pain surges through him. He hadn’t been spanked since he was a baby dragon...and certainly not in the same circumstances.
Spike continued to apologise, but it was no use, as the wooden cane continued to smack against his increasingly sore ass, giving him an extremely hard and painful spanking. The smirk returned to the muzzle of the stallion, who was visibly entertained by watching the dragon scream and squirm during his humiliating spanking.
“Say sorry again...like you mean it, slave.” The master insisted, punctuating himself with another incredibly harsh spank to the crying dragon.
“Aaahh...s-sorry...I'm really sorry...I mean it, I promise!!” Spike cried out in an attempt to stop the pain. He certainly didn’t feel sorry at all, still overcome more by rage than anything else at the situation. But it was very obvious that his anger was beginning to turn to fear, and the attempts to stop the smacking were the beginnings of some submission appearing in his personality.
“Good.” Much to Spike’s joy, the horn stopped glowing and he heard the sound of the cane hitting the ground. Although his ass stung like hell, he could at least rest knowing that he wasn’t getting any more spanks. But, of course, that brought up another question in Spike’s mind – what exactly was this perverted lunatic going to do with him next?
“If you act even slightly out of line again...I will beat your soft little body with the cane until you cry like a baby. Do you understand, slave?”
“...” Spike still had a lot of disobedience left in him, but he realised just in time that it was in his best interest to play along, “Y-yes...I understand...”
“Good. Now let’s move on to the real playtime...” The pony moves back down to Spike’s feet, admiring them some more, “Tell me, have you ever had your feet played with before?”
“N-no...other than about five minutes ago...”
“Good, they’ll be even softer then...” He licks his lips hungrily as he stares at the bound purple dragon feet in front of him, “My special interest is in foot torture...I’m so happy to have a live dragon to use such techniques on.”
Spike’s feet started to feel even more vulnerable. He had never paid much attention to the sensitivity of his feet – obviously, most normal people wouldn’t – but he definitely felt tender and soft now. His bare soles were facing straight outwards in the stocks, just far apart enough to stop him from covering one sole with the other. His ankles were now even more pained now that he had no support from the chair to keep him in a comfy position. The finger tickling was bad enough, he knew that whatever this guy had in store would be too much for him, so he decided to have one final try at pleading.
“Look...m-master…” He said sheepishly, blushing, “I promise I wont tell anyone if you let me out now, just let me go back to the Treebrary and I’ll forget about it!”
“Forgetting is the last thing I want you to do, slave… I want this treatment to have a very permanent effect on your mind...” The smirking pony replied, “But I think you are distracting yourself by talking too much. Let’s take a little break from talking.”
With another glow of the horn, the pony lifted up another contraption, a bright red plastic ball gag, and sent it flying towards Spike’s muzzle. The dragon opened his mouth to whine in surprise, inviting the red ball to plug his mouth shut. In a matter of seconds Spike had the black leather strap of the gag tightening itself roughly around the back of his head, his attempts at pleading being turned into cute muffled moans and whimpers. The stallion looked at his newly gagged, squirming dragon slave and smirked even more.
“Having you nice and quiet will make it a lot easier to turn you into a good, obedient, incredibly sensitive tickle slave. In just a few days time you will be my little giggling slut...”
“Mmmpphh!!!!!!” Spike shouted loudly as things got a lot more intense. Now made to feel ten times more helpless by the tight, uncomfortable ball gag around his mouth, the dragon became further intimidated and frightened and another part of his resistance disappeared. Now, rather than the squirming of his purple body looking defiant, it just looked pathetic and cute.
Much to Spike’s chagrin, the pony made the magical hands appear once again. He prepared himself for some immediate stroking to his feet the best he could...but he actually received a pleasant surprise. The fingers that tickled him previously now seemed to be gently rubbing and pressing into his feet, giving him a light massage. He calmed down and began to relax, his foot massage feeling heavenly, for once the softness of his soles actually improving something. However, that pleasant emotion didn’t last for too long.
“A nice foot rub will soften you up nicely...and it will allow you to feel a little pleasure. Something I hope you will get through more extreme means later on...”
Spike quickly realised that the foot massage was purely for the pleasure of his captor, and that immediately put a stop to his own pleasure. He became aware of his own noises – he had been gently moaning through his gag for the past few seconds, and that was almost definitely turning his master on. He didn’t want to put up a fight, but he certainly didn’t want to assist his kidnapper if he could help it. He enjoyed the massage as much as he could but he was soon faced with something that brought his anxiety racing back – a pair of white feathers beginning to float up to in front of him. Soon the hands rubbing his feet faded away, and his soles were once again left bare and vulnerable, with a new threat just inches away.
“That’s quite enough pleasantry for one evening – let’s give your helpless feet some more tickle fun.”
“Mmmph! Mphmmmph!!” Spike protested through his gag as the magic feathers began to move closer to his bare feet. Taking 10 seconds to actually reach him, the anticipation was making his soles gently tingle already. But when the feathers did touch down, those gentle tingles were replaced with much, much stronger tingles. It only took Spike 2 seconds to realise that his feet were unbelievably sensitive to feathers.
“MMHMHMHMHPHPHPHPHPHP!!!” His gag turned his uproarious laughter into a lovely variety of muffled shouting and moaning, as the sides of his mouth upturned into a huge grin and the cheeks on his face began blushing even more than the cheeks on his spanked ass. The feathers were very soft and fluffy and travelled at a moderate pace up and down the soles of Spike’s bound feet repeatedly, never lifting off them for even a nanosecond. They went from the heels to just beneath the frantically wiggling, plump toes, letting them get away without any stimulation. Not that the stimulation on the two wide soles wasn’t enough for the poor dragon.
“So very soft and ticklish...” The pony said, taunting to try and darken Spike’s humiliated blush. He started to move the feathers up to Spike’s toes occasionally to give the wiggling plump digits a taste of the strong tingling tickle sensation that the soles were suffering. “Just two feathers are enough to stimulate your ticklish bare soles into torturous bliss...”
Drool began to appear around Spike’s gag as his muffled laughter continued echoing around the room for the next hour or so, or at least that’s how long it felt to Spike before the feathers gave his poor feet a break from the tickle torture.
“Your feet are so wonderful, slave… But I have many ways of making them even more susceptible to some torture...”
Spike didn’t even want to think about what was up next. He was more focused on squirming the tingles out of his tormented soles and toes while he still could. Closing his eyes and simply squirming them as much as he could, he tried to completely ignore whatever was coming next. He didn’t want a repeat of the feather anticipation, he didn’t even want to look at what was being floated in the air at the moment. Some time passed before a new sensation hit Spike’s soles, but when it did, it definitely made him pay attention. It felt extremely cold, and focused its attention right in the middle of his soles. The pony was using his magic to hold ice cubes against the feet of his dragon slave, firmly pressing them in so that the extreme cold made an impact on his nerve endings. A real moan emerged from Spike’s gag as the unexpected sensation made his whole body shudder again.
“Extreme cold is a sure-fire way of making soft soles even softer...” The pony taunted, beginning to slide the freezing ice cubes up slowly towards Spike’s quivering toes, leaving a trail of water behind on his arches. “A few minutes of ice torment on your soles and your reactions will be twice as beautiful during the next torture~”
Spike’s will began to break more and more as the ice teased his feet. His hope was almost completely lost, there was no way he was getting out of those restraints anytime soon. And there was also no way that his captor was getting any less perverted and sadistic any time soon. The stallion almost sounded like he was moaning himself as he guided the ice along Spike’s paws, clearly loving his own sadism. By the time the ice had completely melted, leaving Spike’s feet moist and freezing cold, Spike was shivering all over and whimpering through his gag again. He felt more sensitive than ever, and he knew that it was very, very far from over. A fact that was emphasised when he suddenly felt the fingers of a magic hand stroke up his iced soles again.
The ensuing muffled shout of laughter indicated that the ice had definitely done its job very well. The nerves in Spike’s soles were hugely tenderised from the ice and there was no way he could hold in an extreme reaction that filled the room with muffled hysterics. The laughter remained equally loud for every stroke as the fingers tortured each of the dragon’s bare feet about 10 times in succession, every stroke accompanied by a sadistic giggle from the evil captor.
“Hehehe...I imagine your feet are feeling very cold right about now...that ice took longer to melt on your soles than I thought.”
“Mmph….” Spike gave a muffled reply, not really intending to say anything other than avoiding any possibility of his master punishing him for being too quiet.
“Would you like me to warm them up a little for you, slave?”
Giving another moan, Spike nodded his head softly. At that point, he wasn’t naive enough to believe that he would actually get something pleasant, but he didn’t dare act resistant again. His ass was still stinging.
“Very well...” The unicorn smirked again, said smirk becoming extremely frustrating for Spike to look at, as he used his magic once more. The magic this time didn’t seem to result in anything actually appearing – instead, Spike suddenly felt a hugely different sensation overtake his feet. In fact, it was exactly the opposite to the sensation he had been feeling a few minutes ago. Now, it seemed like hot air was being blown onto his soles.
The feeling was initially very welcome. Spike’s freezing toes in particular were warmed up in no time when he wiggled them against the new heat sensation, and the whole feeling was very enticing, almost like he was relaxing with his feet in front of a glowing fireplace. His body became less tense and he seemed to calm down hugely, no longer squirming and only letting out light moans of pleasure as he enjoyed the warmth.
Of course, there is only so much heat that even a dragon like Spike can take before they want to cool down again. And it was difficult for Spike to cool down when he was in restraints. The heat seemed like it was slowly getting more intense, and the wiggling of his toes soon began to be an attempt to reduce the effect of the heat on his soles, rather than a pleasured casual wiggling. The heat rapidly went from pleasurable to torturous, and one move from the master was about to cement it as harsh torture.
“Your toes are extremely feisty, slave. As wonderful as it is to watch them wiggle, I think you’d appreciate it if I stopped them from getting so tired...” With a quick flash of magic, the pony made six tiny pieces of string appear and float towards Spike’s writhing toes. With no regard as to the comfort of those plump toes, the strings began to tightly tie around them and attach themselves to several little rings at the top of the stocks. Once tied, they tugged even tighter as far as they could go, causing Spike to shout out in pain as his tender toes were pulled back harshly. It only took a few seconds of more intense heat blasting across his feet for Spike to realise that his toes were the least of his problems. His toes were now conveniently just out of the way of the blast of magic heat, but as they were tied back so tight, his soles were now as stretched and taut as they could possibly go. Unable to wiggle his toes or paddle his feet back and forth anymore, Spike’s bare soles were now being roasted.
Unlike the ice, where most of the torment came from the knowledge of how sensitive they would make him, the heat was a real torture from the get-go. Being a dragon, he was unable to be burnt by the heat, but that didn’t mean that the high temperature wasn’t causing him pain. He whimpered and sobbed through his gag in another pathetic attempt to plead with his captor.
“Mmmphphphphhhh!! Mmmmmm!!! Mm!!!”
“Quiet, slave… Take the heat and feel the burn. It’s time for your little feet to really suffer.”
“Mmmpphh! MMMMM!!!!”
The shouting and sobbing was now involuntary as the burning sensation on his soles made him feel like he was in genuine danger. It had gone past the point of perverted teasing, now it was real fetishistic torture. His soles were quivering and sweating within minutes and the dragon would have gladly done anything to stop it. The tormentor was delighted to see Spike in such sexy suffering, and wanted to take it that little step further. So, he turned to the one place Spike wanted him to avoid – the dragon’s already shamefully semi-erect cock.
“Someone likes having their feet tortured...” The pony taunts, looking at the dragon’s arousal, “I bet I can have you fully hard in no time. Maybe if I just get you to think about how I’m going to keep you here as my little toy, for as long as I want, your soft, sensitive little feet being tortured and tickled until you simply cant take anymore… When I’m done with you you’ll cum just from walking across grass.”
Spike’s cock shot up fully erect within seconds of the taunts finishing. Although he didn’t find that idea appealing in the slightest and it simply made him more scared, it seemed to be the fear that made him so reluctantly aroused. A side of masochism that he didn’t want to have seemed to appear for the first time. Just at the moment where Spike felt like he was about to break down and cry from the discomfort and fear, the heat came to a stop. It was the biggest relief he had felt in a long time, and almost made him want to thank his kidnapper for the show of mercy. The heat, however, had a significant lasting effect on the dragon’s soles. As well as being very hot, his feet were now extremely, unbelievably, unreasonably sensitive and tender. They hadn’t even been touched yet and he still felt certain that they were too tenderised to take the slightest bit of further torture. And when he made the mistake of glancing straight ahead again, he could see he was already faced with the next challenge awaiting his feet – a metal pinwheel device. Just the sight of it made him cringe.
“Real humiliation is coming.” The tormentor spoke again, “A pinwheel to torture your feet and test their limits to put you through the most intense possible tickle. This is about the moment where you turn from a slave, into a slut.”
With his blush immediately increasing to a darker shade of red, Spike could only squirm in the air as he saw the pinwheel approach. Now that his toes were tied back, he had no idea what hellish sensation this was going to cause.
A few seconds later, and the room completely fills with an almighty noise. A muffled shout louder than anything heard before, is the indication that the first sharp pointy pins have rolled across Spike’s taut heated soles. With his sensitivity raised to new heights and his poor feet unable to even attempt to defend themselves, the pinwheel – a device specifically designed to torment and stimulate nerve endings – was absolute nightmare levels of torture for the dragon. His shouts of both huge laughter and huge whining took over the room to the point that the pony found it difficult to verbally tease him without shouting.
“How does that feel on your pathetic little feet, slut? Does it tickle? Hurt? I hope it does both real bad~”
Even if he wasn’t gagged with a plastic ball, Spike would not have been able to give any response as his panicked hysterics seemed to completely take over his bodily functions and he was unable to think about anything except for the horrifically torturous tickling that the metal pins were forcing him to feel as they rolled and pricked lightly across his helpless soles. Not only was the feeling exhausting, the wheel seemed to be making his soles even more sensitive as it rolled across. Spike didn’t know how the hell it was possible for his feet to get any more sore and tender but somehow it just kept happening.
After feeling the pinwheel for a very long time, Spike eventually began to cry, tears streaming down his eyes as it simply became too much for him to handle. Mixed with the drool dripping from his gag, he was officially a wreck, exhausted and sobbing even for a minute after the pinwheel was finally lifted from his defenceless paws. He couldn’t take anymore. He just wanted to get out.
“You took that torture very well, slut~” The evil pervert taunted, before quickly putting his tongue out and approaching Spike’s left foot. Slowly and lustfully, he takes a long, warm lick up the bound dragon’s quivering sole, moaning as he does so and forcing the dragon himself to squeal and moan loudly in a confusing mix of discomfort and pleasure. “And you are still rock hard too...you must be a real dirty slut who just adores torture on his pathetic soles.”
By that point, Spike didn’t care about the taunting at all. He’d rather get verbally abused than take another second of abuse on his soles. But he had given up on any hope of it ending. When he heard the familiar sound of the wooden cane stick being lifted from the ground, he knew full well that more pain was coming. But, after all that foot torture, he was glad to at least get another spanking on his ass.
“I know what you are thinking, slut~” The pony hovers the cane in front of Spike’s face, letting him get a good look at it, “You think I’m going to hit your cute little ass with this again, don't you?”
Spike nodded softly, just simply trying to think happy thoughts and not dwell on any implication of what is being said to him.
“Such a stupid little dragon...” With a smirk more devious than any given before, the wooden cane is quickly moved to Spike’s feet and is made to swat against both of the dragon’s soft soles in succession. The sensation exhilarated and stimulated Spike to the point that a drop of pre-cum leaked from his hardened cock, but the sound that emerged from his gag was one of pain and fear as the shock of the foot spanking went through his body.
“Here’s what is going to happen… I’m going to spank your naughty little feet with my thick cane. You are going to suffer and take the pain for my pleasure, and when I think you are ready, I’m going to take off your gag and you are going to admit that you are my pathetic tickle slut. If I were you, I’d also beg like a good boy for your master to soothe and lick your feet. Understand?”
Spike nodded slowly. Foot beating was the worst thing he could think of, but he simply had to hope that he was given the chance to submit sooner rather than later. Without even a response from his master, Spike soon felt another harsh smack with the cane across his bare feet.
“MMPPHH!!!”
“Yeah, that’s it...” The master’s taunting was accompanied by another instance of the cane contacting Spike’s soles and another loud muffled shout. “Take it on your feet like the slut you are...”
“MMPPH!!!!” The muffled shouting just kept on coming, the smacks being administered to the dragon’s bare feet every few seconds and getting progressively harder and faster. It took about twenty smacks on each poor sole until the master finally took off Spike’s gag and gave him the chance to submit – but not after one more harsh whip of the cane along his reddening feet.
“AAAHHHH!!!”
“What are you, dragon?!?” The master shouts before delivering another smack.
“AAAAHH-I-I’M A SLUT! NNGGHH!!!!!” Spike shouted in pain once more as his submission was deemed unacceptable and was punished with a spank to just below the toes.
“I’ll beat your soft little soles until they bruise if I have to...”
“NNG-I’M A PATHETIC TICKLE SLUT!!”
“Again!” Another smack followed. The pain was becoming very harsh.
“I’M A PATHETIC TICKLE SLUT MASTER!!!!! PLEASE LICK MY FEET!!!”
With that insanely loud shout, Spike was given a well-deserved rest as the cane was dropped. Panting and sweating like crazy, he was soon given what he was promised: his master’s tongue comforted his agonised bare soles with a soft, warm lick that made him moan like never before. Although it was only one lick to each foot, it was absolute heavenly bliss. Afterwards, Spike received the most encouraging words yet, that filled him with hope and happiness:
“Well done, slut. That is the end of today’s session.” The pony whispered into Spike’s ear, “But there is one more thing I want to show you before I leave for the night...”
Spike didn’t care about the one more thing, all he cared about was the word ‘end’. Even though he knew he wasn’t going to be let out, he was overjoyed that he would get a whole night to recover from the mind-breaking sexual and fetishistic tortures he had been put through. At this point, getting out wasn’t a thought – he was his master’s toy now. No escape. No mercy. All he could hope for was the soothing tongue of his unicorn master to reward his feet for going through such intense suffering for his master’s pleasure.
The master used his hoof to push a contraption from the corner of the room closer to Spike. The purple dragon, just receiving his first grasp of hope and pleasure in hours, had his hopes dashed with one look at the device. With a collection of about 50 feathers split across two sections, all arranged in a circular formation on a rusty metal device… Spike could tell it was a feather roller. One being pushed right towards his agonised feet, which were just barely enjoying their blissful break from torment. His feet flinched and he let out a giggle at just the poke of the roller against his feet, and it hadn’t even been turned on yet. Using his magic, his master raised the ball gag from earlier, a blindfold and a set of earmuffs into the air and hovered them near to the dragon.
“Remember how sensitive your feet were to feathers at the beginning of our night together? Remember how much you giggled and squirmed, and suffered?”
“Y-Yes master...” Spike replied, already accepting his fate.
“Now that you have been through all that, I bet that sensation now will make you cum won’t it?”
Spike grinned slightly at the prospect of an orgasm. He had been rock hard and teased all night long, and he was just a little more stimulation away from blowing his load. In their super sensitized state, his feet were undoubtedly an erogenous zone and sole stimulation had progressively made him harder through the night. He definitely remembered what the feathers felt like...he would definitely reach breaking point within seconds when the feather rollers were turned on.
“Y-yes master. Th-th-thank you master...” Spike replied obediently, for the first time appearing to have some happiness about his situation. Almost immediately after he had spoken, the dragon was gagged tightly again by the plastic ball, and the new blindfold was placed around his eyes. The sight of the blinded and gagged dragon was wonderful for the master.
“One last thing – I found these earmuffs for overnight. I think it would be wonderful if you had no distractions at all whilst you were being tickled through the night. Complete sensory deprivation – absolutely nothing on your mind except the feathers torturing your helpless feet and the cum squirting out of your cock. Good night, slut...”
With the earmuffs being forced against Spike’s head a second later, he was placed into deprivation and simply whimpered and squirmed very gently as he lost all sight, sound, and ability to talk. The master flicked one switch on the feather roller with his hoof, and watched as the rollers powered into motion. With around 25 feathers on each roller, each of Spike’s helplessly bound, sensitised soles was stroked with up to 5 feathers at a time as the rollers made their way around and begun their constant, never-ending torment on the distressed dragon. Spike’s giggling and moaning filled the room within seconds and his cock throbbed, the tingles caused in his soles surging through his quivering legs and into his cock to make him hornier with every feather. The master stood back and watched for two minutes as Spike squirmed more and more until finally, he reached climax and began to blow his load all over himself, coating his belly and chest in his own hot, sticky cum as his body completely shivered in intense pleasure. Giggling deviously to himself, the master walked out, locking the door to the room as he left. Leaving his new dragon tickle slut helpless and trapped with no escape, unable to think about anything except for the stimulation on his hopelessly soft soles.
It was going to be a very very long time until his next orgasm...