Cindy started at her feet and knees with her fingers, taunting her with Igrya balling and weeping. Cindy goes about tying back Igrya’s toes with string, and getting out stiff bristled feathers.

Igrya begging with genuine distress, that getting to Cindy a bit, knowing the feeling. Telling her that she can overcome this like Cindy had, and Igrya remembering Bulda and how much she trained, and with the ‘relief’ of the feathers not being so bad, nodding and resolving to try, even if the application of the feathers already had her on the brink of breaking into laughter again.

Said feathers being sawed for half a minute, with Cindy coxing Igrya to laugh during it to make the process easier, Igrya finding that advice to be rather true, which surprised her. Then after such, Cindy would grab brushes, being a bit ‘domi’ with her response to Igrya asking about being ‘slow’, saying she wasn’t exactly in a position to make requests was she? Which got Igrya blushing given her love of being submissive with Bulda.

But she was then given Cindy’s next ultimatum, she’d get asked questions, and if she got them wrong, she’d lose ‘privileges’, all while Cindy made it harder and harder for her to get them right with the brushes. A bit of mind training along with physical. Igrya was very anxious about it (as she had been the entire time) considering her lack of anything past a basic knowledge of most things, but she wanted to get stronger in this! So she accepted, and Cindy would start slow with the brushes, ramping up slow as she asked the questions.

First one being what the other girl's name was that she met this evening, of which while Igrya was already giggling a lot, was able to get out the correct answer of Jessica! Since Igrya made note of her name as she wanted to talk with her more later!

This caused Cindy to stop the torment after a second or two, but then continue again, a different spot on her foot now, first was her heel and now the balls of Igrya’s feet, as she asked the next question, “Who is the strongest individual in this room?”.

Igrya, now understanding how this worked, responded with ‘physically her, while mentally Cindy’, with a LOT more giggles now flowing through her answer. This would get Cindy to smirk, calling it half right since she was only supposed to give one answer. This lost her half a privilege, which had Cindy pressing the brush now firmly and VERY heavily into her right foot, but not the left, that one now resting idly for a small moment. Igrya would burst out laughing even still though, her feet like the rest of her beyond sensitive, so she was woefully unprepared when Cindy asked her third question,

“Question 3: I needed to buy apples for a big pie, so I went to the groceries. On day one, I bought 5. On day two, I bought 6. On day three, I bought 3. On day four, I bought none but instead went to make my pie, but as fewer people were coming than I thought, I only used 9 apples. How many apples do I have remaining?"

Igrya was too far gone with the tickling to get half of what Cindy said, so would blurt out the answer ‘four’ after a whole lot of laughter filled with cursing. This was incorrect, Cindy lamenting how close she was before stating that for each one she got wrong, that was a minute on her next work out. So now she had to endure the next workout for a minute and a half!

And that workout would begin after a small pause to let Igrya catch her breath. Cindy placed the brushes vertically against Igrya’s soles, and then dragged them down to her heels, and back up again. Rapidly pushing them up and down for a full minute, before she placed her mouth between the toes of her webbed left foot and began to lick and nibble it, with all this sending Igrya into a screaming laughing fit, bursting into tears shortly into the ‘work out’ and screaming for mercy and for her to stop and that it was to much and for Cindy to please stooppp! Laughing bucking slamming her bound feet and pulled-back toes against the stocks and shaking wildly in desperation. The torture going on for closer to two minutes, Cindy not having a timer after all.

After that time though, Cindy would stop, complementing Igrya on ‘how well she took that’ and that she could probably go for 30 minutes! Igrya cracking the weakest of smiles and saying that would just suck, Cindy smirking back with an evil look before diving under the table they were on.

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WEll the first part has been sitting there a while, so might as well throw these up XD I kept forgetting to actually push for/ask  FriskyLittleDevil to continue this, but more recently I have! o v o and while not all the parts are created yet I figure the first parts been sitting up forever so it's all disjointed anyway, might as well get these up as they are completed XD. And so, that is what shall happen! (also this and the subsequent part took me a bit to write so this is a late upload so 'sue me', took my 'break' yesterday so there!). But yea! Really enjoying how this is already coming along ; v ; enjoy these two's interactions quite a bit and hope you all enjoy as welll! :3

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Art and Cindy by  FriskyLittleDevil

Igrya is mine!