I gritted my teeth as I looked at the message. It was written by my ex, nicknamed Lolo, with additional pictures. You can clearly see in the pictures how she disposes of belongings of mine in a fire barrel, books, clothes, DVDs and board games.

"ARE YOU CRAZY?"

I wrote inside we're bubbling a volcano just before the eruption.

"Well, that's what happens when you don't pick up your shit!"

"Tell me, are you stupid? I wrote that I can't get it because I'm in quarantine!!!"

"Bad luck!"

After that, her profile picture turns gray and she had blocked me.

In a roar of rage, I threw my phone on the bed and punched my closet door, which had a hole in it. Still angrier, I rubbed my aching knuckles, "This will have consequences!" I said aloud to myself. Grimly, I feverishly worked out how to get back at her, and a plan took shape, but it was risky and expensive, so I quickly scrapped it.

Two weeks later, still wanting revenge, luck played into my hands. A lottery win, the jackpot!

120 million. When I was done with all this and the money was in my account, a grin spread on my face, my discarded plan took shape again, but it had to be planned perfectly. I started my research, my plan was simply what she hated so much about our relationship I now wanted to use to get revenge. Over the course of the relationship, under great pressure of my own, I had confessed to her that I was into feet as well as tickling. At first she didn't think it was very important, but when she realized I was serious about it, she ridiculed it, which broke the relationship. It was a war of roses that I don't intend to lose.

After weeks of planning I had a plan, I registered on a single portal and quickly found her, Lolo, 27 years old, long brown hair. I knew what kind of guys she was into, so I started texting her under a fake name and with fake pictures. After a few days she bit, we continued to write to each other and I organized a new cell phone number that could not be traced, a profile on Insta and Facebook was also quickly created and bought. Everything had to be perfect, so things took their course and we arranged to meet her, she wanted to cook, prophesied me a dessert that I shouldn't forget, she had no idea. The day and the date were set, it should be in three weeks, I took further precautionary measures by giving all her neighbors travel or other vouchers so that they all stay away from home. All four parties worked out, accepted the vouchers or travel and booked their trips and events for the weekend. I organized a sleeping gas on the black market that was supposed to work within a few seconds and last for 15 minutes, a gas mask so I wouldn't knock myself out and various bondage items. I also meticulously prepared some oil and various brushes and tools. On the eve of my actual action, I wrote to her in Engels' like heels how I would be delighted, and the heartfelt response was promptly returned.

The game could begin!

I stood nervously in front of her apartment door, I had previously had a key made for the house, which money makes everything possible. A mask specially made to disguise me and protect me from the gas and a voice changer on my larynx were one of the most expensive investments for the night. I rang the bell with the gas at the ready, I heard footsteps. Then as the door chain rattled, the door opened, I reacted in a flash, dropped the bouquet I had been holding in front of the peephole and before she knew what was happening to her, the gas was spraying her in the face.

"What the…!" If she babbled, I was just able to catch her so she didn't hit the ground. I set the timer on my watch for 15 minutes, picked up the flowers, and closed the door. She had set the dining table and it smelled delicious, not to forget I activated the voice changer, powered by the warmth of my skin.

I picked her up and placed her on the oversized coffee table, it was so big she fit perfectly on it. She was wearing a black skirt with an elegant dark red blouse over it, black nylon stockings covered her slender legs and I couldn't help but lick my lips.

My watch vibrated briefly, five minutes had passed. I quickly fixed her on the table, with various ropes and knots she was stretched out in front of me, my watch vibrated again, I still had five minutes. I gag her with some duct tape and went to the kitchen as I intended I didn't eat anything, so my stomach was growling. I had wisely brought my own plates and cutlery so as not to leave any traces. But no one will believe her when I'm done with her anyway.

The mask had the advantage that I could mechanically uncover the part of the mouth. I was happily eating the fourth or fifth bite of a very tasty vegetable lasagna when I heard her wake up. She quickly became aware of her situation and pulled on her bonds. I shoved the last bite into my mouth, activating the mechanics and making myself unrecognizable again. I stepped into the living room and looked at Lolo, "Good evening Lolo, your lasagna is delicious!" She furrowed her brows in annoyance and mumbled curses into her gag and pulled at her bonds. "Oh, you're probably wondering what all this is about, aren't you? Well, you've upset my client and I'm supposed to make an example of you now...." She began to tug at the bonds frantically and screamed into her gag, which muffled the sound very well. "Oh don't worry I won't hurt you, I'll just teach you a lesson!" She looked at me in disbelief and pleaded incomprehensible words into her gag.

"Say, dear Lolo, are you ticklish?" Of course I knew the answer, she was ticklish, a lot, but I wanted to see if she was lying. Her reaction was perfect, her eyes widened and she shook her head vigorously. "Not?" I asked, feigning ignorance, "Well I'll have to test it!" I said and set up a camera. "As proof for my client." I explained the camera to her and turned it on. "Well, let's have that one." I said and walked towards her, she vigorously pulled on her bonds and looked at me angrily.

Without further ado I knelt over her and sat on her hip, of course she tried to throw me off. But I had secured her so well that I hadn't given her any leeway.

I looked her in the eyes and came towards her, fingers crawling. The look in her eyes jumped between fear and anger, I gently lowered my fingers to her armpits, which were barely protected by the thin fabric. I crawled slightly over the fabric, the reaction was immediate, she squinted shut her eyes and tried to pull her arms down for protection. I increased the pressure and crawled faster, laugh lines forming around her eyes and I heard a chuckle through the gag as if she was trying to fight it. I savored each of those gurgles to the fullest and now lowered my hands and started counting her ribs, the giggles and chortles turned into a laugh that was muffled a bit by the tape, but it was beautiful. Again and again she shook her head and looked at me pleadingly and at the same time angry. As my hands reached the sides of her stomach, her laughter intensified once more and I felt her stomach tense with laughter, meanwhile her face had turned a nice light red colour. I paused at her waist and looked at her, slowly, to build up some tension, I plucked the blouse from the waistband of her skirt. She started to move back and forth to make it as difficult as possible for me, without further ado I pinched her hip and she squeaked in shock, but continued and glared at me. I kept pinching my stomach and hips, which made her twitch again and again, and incomprehensible protests could be heard faintly under the tape. Finally I pulled the blouse out of the skirt and Lolo protested loudly again. Now I let my hands slide under the blouse, which caused my stomach to suck in, it electrified me when my fingers touched soft skin, I started to work my hands on her stomach again and the reaction was much stronger than before. No giggling, no chuckling, Lolo immediately started laughing into her gag, immediately twitching wildly in her limited range of motion. I quickly realized that my limited freedom of movement under the blouse went against the grain and so she had another short break. But her protests grew louder when I began to open the blouse, button by button. She bucked back and forth and up and down as best she could, but in the end the buttons were unbuttoned and she was lying in front of me in a black lace bra. Her eyes sparkled and I think the worst insults came from under the gag. I had to admit that she had an absolute dream figure and that the dessert she had promised the non-existent guy was packaged very appetizingly. I examine them and spontaneously felt like trying something new, I got up without further ado and went to the utensils I had brought with me, quickly fishing out a sleeping mask. But it was an impossible affair to put them on her. Well, she sees what's coming, I took two things out of my pocket and hid them behind my back, again I sat on her hips and without a word I presented her with two ultrasonic toothbrushes. Her eyes widened in horror and she shook her head vigorously as I slowly moved towards her now exposed armpits with the brushes on. When the brushes made contact, she squealed laughing into the gag and almost managed to throw me off her. In slow circular movements I let the two instruments rotate in her armpits. She wheezed and laughed and it was a miracle that the bonds held, so as not to drive her insane right away, I still had a lot to do, so I took another break. Tears of laughter ran down her cheeks and her neat hairdo was wildly tousled. Then I remembered, in our relationship one of her erogenous weak points had been her nipples, I also knew that she had a piercing in her right nipple. Grinning under the mask, I turned on one of the brushes, causing her to wince and lapse into an incomprehensible protest again. I pretended to grab her armpits, causing her to narrow her eyes. I saw her silver nipple piercing through the thin fabric of the bra, and when the brush made contact there a surprised squeak came from the gag. Surprised, she opened her eyes and an involuntary noise was heard, she shook her head and closed her eyes again. Along with a slight involuntary pleasant noise.

This time I could sense the curse seeping through the gag, it sounded like,

"Fuck..." To increase it a bit, I switched on the second brush and let it glide over the pointy bra. I realized that a shudder was shaking her, she looked at me again, shaking her head and had to let out an involuntary sigh. But since I didn't want to make her happy, but revenge myself, I now let the brush slide sideways over her black lace, which resulted in an amazing reaction. As soon as I slid down the side of her breasts, Lolo started to giggle, I was happy about my knowledge and now let the brushes do their work along the sides of the breasts. Every now and then I would slide one of the brushes over her nipples, while the one on her continued to do its tickling work in gentle movements on the sides and under the breasts. This combo was very nice to look at, especially for me, a mixture of giggling and involuntary sighs and moans.

I gave her another break and got up, knees hurting a bit from all that kneeling, so I grabbed one of the chairs. "And dear Lola, how do you like it so far? Isn't it fun!" The look that followed this question and the incomprehensible tirade made me laugh out loud once. I realized that I had to go and was a bit thirsty, so I got up and got the tape and two more toothbrushes and some massage oil.

I dribbled the oil into her armpits and distributed it with a few small tickling units, now I taped the first two brushes to the side so that the heads lay directly on the sensitive skin of the armpits. She looked at me imploringly and shook her head vigorously back and forth, the second pair were fixed so that they touch down exactly on her nipples. She fixed her gaze on the brushes and mumbled something unintelligible into her gag, to have some more fun I grabbed the gag and ripped it off in one go.

"Ahhhhh…. Fuuuuck! You perverted piece of shit! If I get out of here then…"

She didn't get any further, I first switched on the brushes in her armpits and those on her breasts. "Wha...NAHAHAHAHAHA!" Now and then a moan mingled with the laughter, I took a step back and watched her as she lay laughing and moaning, now and then there was a

Hearing "no" or a "stop, stop."

She tugged at her bonds and squirmed like mad, her stomach tensing up again under the laughter and moans around it was perfect. I turned around and went into the kitchen, drank some of the drink I had brought with me and listened to the pleasant sounds from just now. Now I relaxed past her into the bathroom and emptied my bladder, then I poured a chemical mixture into the toilet so as not to leave any DNA behind. Back in the living room I saw a Lolo laughing, twitching back and forth with a red head, I went to her and switched off the brushes again. Panting heavily, she lay in front of me, I grabbed the blindfold again, "You'll have it put on now! Otherwise I'll turn on the brushes again and go for a long walk!" She glared at me, but let me choose. "Good girl!" I whispered. The blindfold was made of latex and fits perfectly, a rubber band prevented it from slipping. Now that that was done I took off the top part of the mask leaving only the neck piece with the distorter in place.

"What are you going to do with me, perversion?" She said in a clearly pissed off voice. "Oh, it's definitely going to be a ridiculous couple of hours!" I said and stroked the hem of the skirt. Then I saw something that didn't raise my spirits any further, the skirt was for tying, I saw that only now, it was fastened with a short ribbon and a button. Without further ado, I undid the button and pushed the fabric aside.

"What the hell is this going to do? Isn't it enough that you stripped me half naked around the top?" She snapped, spitting in the direction she thought I was going. Her saliva splattered the floor about a meter from me, I flipped aside the second side of the skirt and saw a pair of black lace panties to match the bra. I now pulled the skirt out from under her and wanted to throw it on the sofa. When I felt a damp spot, I reached into the fabric again, irritated. In fact, at one point the skirt was slightly damp, so I carefully lifted it to my face and sniffed it. It wasn't urine, so a thought flashed through my mind, was it possible? I reached for the panties and Lolo carefully between the legs. She flinched when I touched her mons pubis, wet indeed. I started to grin and then laugh. I looked down at my victim whose head was turned away and it was bright red.

"You seem to like it?" No answer just an incomprehensible grumble.

I sit next to her in the chair and gently pinch my side, she squeaked and flinched. I leaned over and rubbed my finger over the bra where her nipples drew a slight bump, gently starting to tease her buds, which immediately pricked up, while looking into Lolo's face. She tried desperately not to lose control, but her nipples spoke a different language. In a few seconds they were rock hard and literally stretched out towards my fingers, and she couldn't suppress a sigh anymore. I grinned, for whatever reason, she liked that, a lot. While teasing her on her nipples, I checked out the bra, you could open the straps and… bingo, open it in the center front. She was so busy concentrating on not showing me naked that she was pleased that I could carefully unbuckle both straps and they slid over her shoulder unnoticed.

"Would you like me to make it more intense?" I breathed, "No... No!" She said and swallowed hard, but apparently she had nodded slightly unconsciously. As I continued to caress her buds with one hand, I pushed the clasp open with the other, hand away and the bra literally popped open. She was already opening her mouth, but I took both bare nipples between two fingers and massaged them gently, her outraged exclamation turning into a longing moan. "Please…. stop…stop!" she gasped softly. In response, I leaned forward and carefully cupped one of her nipples between my lips, another moan escaped her. As I slowly sucked it in and gently nudged it with my tongue, it became more continuous. But I didn't want to lull her into false hope either, and while sucking on her nipple, I began to crawl up her armpit with my other hand, the two feelings forming a beautiful symphony. A giggle and moan erupted that I couldn't get enough of. To torment her even more, I stopped again and caught her waist with both hands and started kneading, immediately she cried out laughing and I thought she would tear herself out of her bonds.

"WAAAARUM!" She screamed laughing and twitched back and forth, making her breasts shake nicely. Despite the tickling, I saw that her nipples were still more vertical and that got me thinking, is she enjoying it? I slowly worked my way down the hips to the thighs, which seemed to soften the laughter a bit, when I got to her knees I paused again and Lolo collapsed, panting heavily. I went to my bag and rummaged around underneath until I found it, ankle cuffs with a folding bar in the middle. It was proprietary and used to place the victim in a spread-legged position without having to untie them. I went to Lolo and attached the cuffs, now I got a cordless screwdriver that brought the bar into the horizontal. The beautifully dramatic thing about it, the person couldn't do anything about it, let alone stop it.

"What... What are you doing?" Lolo asked, still slightly out of breath.

"Oh, I'm going to put you in a different position, and you can't Do something about it!" "Different position?" "Yes, I'm spreading your legs!" She started to laugh, "And you think I'll let you do that?" I grinned, "Yes, you will." She made a snide I made a noise and steeled myself to untie her, but I had already tied the cuffs to the ropes so that they would go along gently when I activated the equipment with the cordless screwdriver.I untied her cuffs and she immediately tried her feet tightening, but it didn't work. I put the cordless screwdriver on the device and the device did its job while surfing quietly. And then I saw her struggling, her thighs tensed up but both legs went apart bit by bit. "What is that She strained between her teeth. I said nothing and watched the spectacle, the pole already half open. To speed things up, I scrabbled my free hand over her nylon-clad foot, totally wicked stumbled, the tension released and the pole was able to slide down a fair bit further.

"That's not fair!" She laughed as her foot desperately tried to escape my finger. A few moments later, after further attacks on her sweet ticklish foot and her hopeless attempts to close her legs again, the devices had done their work and Lolo was now lying in front of me with her legs apart.

"So where did we stop?" I asked, now putting the chair at her feet. Her head was red from exertion and laughter and her chest rose and fell noticeably. All I got in response was a derogatory noise, I shrugged and ran my fingers over both soles of hers, gently and carefully, observing her reaction. Lolo pressed her lips together in an attempt to keep a straight face and twitched her feet to escape the feeling. I enjoyed this picture and started to crawl my fingers over the soles with more pressure and a little faster, the corners of her mouth twitching and I heard her giggling over and over again. To get a better view of her feet, I pushed the chair back and sat on the floor so I had a perfect view of her soles jerking under the touch of my fingers. While my fingers tormented her soles and the laughter broke out of her more and more, I thought about my next step, after a short thought my decision was made and I gave her a break to get a hairbrush. "What the hell do you want from me?" She yelled suddenly, tugging wildly at her bonds.

"I don't want anything, I'm just doing a job." I said and almost had to laugh.

"Who hired you? What does he pay, I pay twice as much!" I put my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing. Lolo apparently thought I'd think about it though as she said, "That sounds good, doesn't it?" There was a hint of uncertainty in her voice as she said that. I didn't have to think twice because I knew she had money, but she couldn't afford the amount I had in mind. "So you mean you could spare 5 million?"

She gasped in surprise, "5 ……5 million!" She swallowed, realizing at that moment that she couldn't buy her freedom. I went to her torso and ran my finger over her pierced nipple, sending a shiver through her body. "I thought so, but don't worry, you'll get your money's worth now that I know you'll definitely like hand movements."

As I said this, I massaged her nipple, which almost immediately hardened and stretched out toward me. "That...that's not true, I...I like that at all....Not at all!" As she said this, she blushed and had a hard time suppressing those sighs of pleasure. I said nothing and let go of her nipple again, brush in hand, sitting down at her feet again. With my hand I gently curled her toes back, "What are you up to?" The rest was lost in a scream as I slowly moved the brush up and down over her tense sole. What a reaction, desperate, she tried to move my hand with the toes away to get her foot off, but she had no chance. The table creaked slightly under her attempts to free herself, she shook so hard that her breasts wobbled back and forth.

"PLEASE LISTEN AHAHAHAUP! THIS FEEL SO SHEEEEEE!" She yelled under whoops of laughter, only to open loudly again as I increased the pressure and speed. She kept bucking, her ass and back forming a bridge, but my bonds held. I let go of her foot and lowered the brush, a relieved sigh could be heard next to the heavy wheezing of laughter, she kept having to whine giggling again because her nerves were getting a bit overwrought. I looked at her sole in front of me, the nylon had suffered a lot from the brush and showed several holes. Now I put the brush aside and quickly tore the thin fabric apart. There was a brief yelp of disgust as she heard the sound of the fabric ripping and realized her foot was now exposed. I leaned over and licked my tongue against the bare sole with relish, she squeaked, "Oh please no, that... my ex used to do that a lot!" She pleaded, curling her toes, making her soles fold sweetly. So she had an idea of ​​what was coming, yes, every now and then I was allowed to lick and nibble on her feet, which she found difficult to endure, but she could not bring her feet to safety. And so I began, gently nibbling on her heel, slowly kissing and licking her sole, accompanied throughout by her giggling and the twitching of her foot. I had grabbed her foot with both hands to be on the safe side, so that her range was reduced to zero, I slowly approached her toes. "No no no!" She giggled pleadingly as I tucked my tongue under her pinky toe, her giggle growing louder as I did so and louder as my lips closed around the toe and my tongue caressed it. I let it slip out of my mouth again and tasted every single toe, her laugh now taking on a bit of a desperate quality, which I really liked. When I got to her big toe, I ran my tongue lengthwise into the space between and under the toe several times before taking it into my mouth and my tongue caressing it like a snake. In between I also sucked lightly and to my surprise she kept her foot very still. Her laugh had changed a bit, but I couldn't place it. With a smack, I slipped my toe out of my mouth, I got up and something caught my eye, first her nipples had stood up straight and a lot of moisture had collected between her legs. I had an idea, I scrambled over the bar towards her middle, Lolo was breathing heavily and giggling every now and then, I slowly ran my fingers down her nylon clad legs, triggering another fit of giggling. Now I was very close to her middle, the fabric shone slightly from moisture, the panties were partially transparent so I could see that dear Lolo had shaved before the date. Meanwhile, I leaned forward and ran my tongue over the fabric where her pussy lips were outlined. "OHHHH my gooottttt!" She moaned and flinched slightly, I reached into one of my pants pockets while doing this and pulled out a pair of scissors, nudging the fabric with my lips and tongue repeatedly, making her moan repeatedly and before she could protest it was over the panties cut open. I tugged down the fabric with gentle movements of my tongue until her pussy lips gleamed in front of me under the fabric. With gentle strokes of my tongue I caressed her labia and her clitoris, an involuntary but pleasurable moan escaped Lolo and she stretched towards me, whether consciously or not I couldn't say. I continued to lick and caress her as her moans grew more intense, feeling the clit swell beneath my tongue and begin to throb, and moments later her body erupted in a moaning orgasm. I sat up again and looked at her, her face was flushed and she looked content, let's see how long. I started to tickle her mons pubis with crawling fingers, her nerves were completely overloaded by the orgasm, which obviously increased the feeling for her a lot. Lolo squeaked laughing and jerked the bonds again, "NAAAAHAHAHAIN" she started screaming, I never thought that it could increase the effect so much. My abdomen was constantly jerking, making it look like she was doing a belly dance while lying down. I let go of her and stood up again, her breathing ragged and her face red from laughter. Now I wanted to try something else, so I changed the cuffs a bit at the head and foot end. "So, let's turn that on your stomach!" I said, grabbing the pole, lifting her before she could even reply, and with a jerk and a yelp from Lolo, she was sprawled out on her stomach. With a quick hand movement, the bonds were fixed again so that she could not move. "You're crazy, aren't you?" She yelled and tugged at the cuffs, making her bum wiggle sweetly, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a long goose quill. Ignoring her question, I gently slid the quill through her buttocks, which immediately made her squeak and giggle, "Oh god, what's that?" she squeaked when I repeated it. She tried to pull her buttocks together, but because of her spread legs that didn't work, so I had a good view of everything. I started tickling her perineum and butt hole with the tip which got a wonderful reaction, she laughed and squealed while begging me to stop. Apparently I had hit a nerve, every now and then I let the quill slide over the cheeks, which caused a small giggle. I put the quill aside and grabbed one of the sonic toothbrushes, hearing the sound made her wince.

"No, no, no, please don't!" She pleaded, apparently knowing what was to come. I put the brush on the back of her knees and slowly, very slowly, let it move upwards. The higher I got, the louder her laughter and pleading, "No, no, no" arrived at her buttocks, she tried to escape by wiggling her brush, but it was hopeless. I lifted the brush briefly, then slid it right down the center of those sweet, crunchy cheeks. She squealed so loud my ears were ringing, reflexively stretching her butt up and down which made it a lot worse. After a few moments, her laughter was muted except for a single loud laugh. Not feeling like making her pass out, I turned off the brush and set it aside. Lolo was breathing heavily and couldn't get a word out, I sat up and briefly changed the bonds and turned them back onto my back. She went along without hesitation without saying a word, her face was crimson and tears of laughter had spilled out from under the blindfold. Her hair clung to her forehead with sweat and her bare breasts rose and fell noticeably. If I had stayed just a few minutes longer, she would probably have buckled and passed out.

"Do you want to drink something?" I asked her and she nodded weakly. I went into the kitchen, poured water into a glass and pulled a straw out of one of the drawers. Back with her, she drank in greedy gulps. What she didn't know was that I had put a sleeping pill in the water, which would take effect in about 5 minutes.

"You're about to fall asleep! Don't you dare tell anyone or I'll be back!" I said menacingly.

She nodded hesitantly. Then I sat down again in front of her feet and started massaging her, at first she flinched, but when she realized that I was massaging her, she started to relax. I continued to massage and slowly began to lick her toes, carefully and not too hard to tickle. She giggled slightly but started to spread her toes. Gradually the giggling diminished and the sleeping pills took effect, I got up and put my mask back on to be on the safe side and took off the blindfold. Her makeup had run and her eyes were closed. Little by little I untied the bonds, when I was done I picked her up, she snuggled against my chest in her sleep, and carried her to her bedroom.

Lying on the bed, I pulled off what was left of her stockings and put on her pajamas, which consisted of boxer shorts and a top. On the way out, I closed the bedroom door and packed everything up. I also took her clothes with me so as not to leave any unconscious traces.

After 2 hours the living room and the kitchen were restored. All evidence that she might have been on a date had been bagged, I even bagged the lasagna and washed the mold off. I looked around happily, the camera that had recorded everything had long since been packed away. Before I left, I looked into the bedroom, she was still there as I put her. I left the apartment with a grin.