Tickle Torture

Julie sits rigidly in the wooden chair—wrists bound securely behind her back as Sammy circles like a predator ready to pounce. The dim lighting casts shadows across their makeshift playroom while Julie's breathing quickens with equal parts apprehension and arousal at what's to come.

Sammy starts with feather-light touches along Julie's ribs before gradually intensifying—fingers dancing underarms and tickling mercilessly as Julie squirms against her restraints. "Stop!" she laughs breathlessly between gasps, but Sammy only grins wider—undeterred by pleas that grow more desperate with each passing minute.

Julie's legs clamp together instinctively as giggles turn to shaky breaths—the telltale flush spreading across her cheeks betraying mounting desperation. With a final burst of torture beneath particularly sensitive spots, Julie can hold back no longer—pee gushing through her pants in warm relief that soaks the chair seat beneath her.