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If there was one thing that James hated about himself, it would be the uncontrollable impulse to open every single letter he got in the mail, regardless of whom it was from. So long as his name was on it he would open it. All stemmed from the day in which he received what he thought was spam mail but turned out to contain a winning lottery ticket. He had no idea as to where the letter came from but winning over ten grand was more than enough reason as to not question it. This time however, things were a little different. Turns out that he had indeed won something, an invite to a party. However he didn't know it was such an invite until he opened it, only after he read it did he notice that the line of the invite being laced with some sort of drug did he regret his impulse, but by then he was already on the floor, out like a light. When he awoke, his head felt heavy and he could barely move his arms or legs. He blinked a few times and shook his head, a soft but muffled groan escaping him.

"The hell am I...?" he thought to himself as he tried to rub his head, however to his surprise his arm didn't budge. Neither of them did, along with his legs. James shook his head a little and felt a large rubber ball in his mouth and a harness around his face and head, holding it in place. He looked to his arms and found them strapped to padded armrests that held them out to his sides. In front of him his legs and feet were strapped down with his feet locked in a set of stocks, his shoes and socks gone and all ten toes tied back and spread apart. James blushed deeply and sighed through his nose, the gag in his mouth keeping him from letting out a decent sigh. Looking up he took in his surroundings. He was in a small room, one door, no windows. There was a table in front of him with presents, balloons and cake which only served to baffle James, to the left of him was a smaller table with a duffel bag on it. To his right was another table with a small remote. James didn't bother trying to reach for it however, his arms were totally immobile. He rested his head back on the hard padding behind him, and then jumped as he felt someone's fingers on the back of his scalp.

"Oh sorry. Did I scare you?"he heard a playful but slightly muffled feminine voice say from behind him. James breathed heavily and squirmed a little as the fingers started to scratch and gently massage the back of his head which sent shivers down James's back.
"There we go, relax a little~" the voice teased as the gentle scratching continued, stopping a few moments later and the noise of an office chair trundling around him was heard. Slowly rolling into view was a woman, from what James could tell she looked to be a little shorter than him, possibly older than him too. Her attire consisted of purple hair, blue button up shirt, jeans and a strange frilly piece of neckwear. What made James stare in a mix of awe and suppressed fear was the teal mask she was wearing; it shimmered slightly, much like a computer screen showing nothing more than a haunting smiling expression that looked it made from ASCII characters.
"Name's Anyma," she said, the mask still fixed on the smile expression, "I know your name already, James. I'll admit that I have been watching you on occasion anddd thanks to a lil bit of keylogging, I know what you enjoy."
James blushed and looked away, knowing it would be pointless trying to talk with the gag in his mouth.
"Thing is," Anyma said, "You, along with a bunch of other 'lucky' people were invited to my Birthday Bash. One night of pure fun and enjoyment...for me that is, can't exactly vouch for you even though I know how much you're into kidnap scenarios that involve bondage and tickling~"
James growled a little into his gag, then jolting as he felt a finger trace up his left sole. He quickly turned to look at his restrained feet, seeing Anyma's mask had changed from the creepy staring smile to a smug, mischievous expression.
"You and I are gonna have a lotta fun tonight~"

James tugged at his arms and legs again, trying to pull them free of the restraints but failing to budge even an inch. Anyma snickered and moved her seat so that she was sitting directly in front of James's feet.
"Oh don't be such a spoilsport, you can't get out no matter how much you try~" she taunted as James suddenly felt her fingers racking up and down his bare soles, making him snort and giggle loudly into his gag. He shook his head and pulled at his feet, desperately trying to curl his toes.
"Oooooh, super sensitive are ya? I've barely even begun," she said as she moved to probe around and between his toes. James started laughing into the gag, pulling at his arms as he struggled more intensely. Anyma's mask now had changed to a smirk as she watched James struggle and let out his muffled laughs. After what felt like an hour she stopped, letting James catch his breath.
"Y'know James, I really should use these tools I got here. Whaddya say? Want to try them out?" she asked. James shook his head, the only response Anyma's mask gave was a coy smile as she reached over to the duffel bag and opened it. "Wonderful~ Now let's see what we got here."
James watched as Anyma dug around inside the duffel bag, slightly scared as to what she was going to produce from said bag. James's heart was racing, moreso when Anyma stopped and started to giggle mischievously. James didn't see what she had found inside the bag as she had moved it to out of his line of sight.
"Can ya guess what I got~?" she said as James felt something pointy roll up his bare sole, making him jolt and burst out laughing into the gag. He had no idea what it was, but it tickled like crazy. Anyma's mask still had the smirk as James felt the prickly sensation slowly run up and down his soles, making his muffled laughter and begging almost audible. Anyma continued to torment James as shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes as he pulled at his restraints, desperate to free himself. "Not even a guess? You're no fun, but you're gagged so I may as well show you."
Anyma held up what looked like a pinwheel on a stick, spinning it with her finger. James panted and blinked away the tears of ticklish laughter that had built up in his eyes.
"This here is a Wartenburg Wheel," Anyma said, "Meant to test reflexes but I think it does amazing when it comes to tickling. Most people would use brushes or feathers but I prefer to go a little unconventional. It's more fun this way."
James grunted a little as he pulled at his feet again, the full restraints around his ankles and toes feeling comfy but still highly annoying as
he could barely move.

"Lemme see now, what else do I have in here?" Anyma said as she dug through the bag again. James could only watch, wondering what tool she would produce next and if she would actually show it to him before using it. Anyma made a sudden giggle of delight and pulled a black box from the bag, turning to James.
"Now this you may like, it's a little something I've been working on for awhile. Now to see if it works," she said as she pulled a long metal prong from the top of the box and held it just over James's toes. James tilted his head to the side, confused as to what she was doing, then suddenly arcs of electricity sprang from the prong and danced over his toes, sending waves of tickling throughout him. James tensed up and squealed into the gag, now struggling like crazy as he was desperate to try and get his toes away from the electricity now tickling him worse than anything he had experienced before. Anyma simply stared at James as he thrashed around, laughing loudly into his gag, she moved the device to his soles, sending sparks of tickles all over his fully restrained and helpless feet. Tears rolled down James's cheeks as his struggles started to slowly grow weaker along with his muffled laughter. Anyma stopped to let James catch his breath and regain his strength.

"Too much? Thought it would be." Anyma asked as she gently rubbed James's arches with her thumbs, James only slowly nodded as he whimpered a little. "I think you need a lil break, buttttt only a little one for now."
James huffed through his gag and dropped his gaze, his face flushed and sweaty from the struggling.
"What's the matter? Tired?" Anyma teased, "I figured as much, I think I should tone down my efforts. I don't want you passing out yet."
James groaned softly and then squirmed and giggled as Anyma raked up his soles with her fingers.
"Oh shush, I've not even gotten to the best stuff yet. Though really I don't think you'll last much longer so I'd best go for a good finale."
James whimpered and shook his head, trying to talk through his gag.
"Hmmmm? What's that? You're saying that I didn't want you to pass out yet?" Anyma said, "Well as true as that is, I do have other guests to attend to sooooo, as much as I'd love to stay and tickle you some more I have to make sure the others are being entertained. Not to worry though, I have the perfect thing to keep you occupied."
She reached over, grabbing the remote on the smaller table next to him. She playfully waved it around and pushed a button, streamers, confetti and balloons dropped from the ceiling. James was mildly annoyed by everything that had fallen on him, but then his annoyance turned to mild fear as several robotic appendages emerged from the chair, appearing by his sides, armpits and feet. James started to struggle again as he noticed that the appendages were equipped with brushes, feathers, Waternburg wheels and the electrical tickler.
"As much as I would've adored to use more tools on you, I think this'll be quite the spectacle~"
James whimpered and struggled more as the appendages slowly lowered closer to him. He shook his head more, watching as Anyma smiled and pushed another button on the remote, the appendages now all assaulting him in a swarm of ticklishness. James bucked, struggled and laughed into his gag, squirming as the overloading ticklish sensation took over. The appendages got all over his soles and toes, even going under his shirt to tickle his belly and sides. James nearly screamed into the gag as the tickling tools got between his toes and inside his belly button. His struggles lessened as well as his laughter, his stamina slowly diminishing.
"Looks like you're not gonna last much longer, which is what I expected but at least we had fun~" Anyma said, giggling softly as she got up from the chair and walked behind James, strapping a party hat to his head and playfully poking his nose. "I'll see ya later, possibly after you've passed out though since I'll be a few hours~" she said, waving playfully as she took the bag and remote. "Bye James~"
James pleaded for her to stop the machine, but as he was gagged his words never reached her, not that it would've mattered. The door shut behind Anyma as she left, leaving James to his ticklish fate. He struggled less and less as his laughter died down and he found it harder to stay focused. He weakly pulled at his arms and whimpered, tears still streaming down his cheeks as another attack on his toes drove him over the edge and he finally passed out, the appendages still tickling him as his vision failed him.

The morning light seeped through James's eyes, causing him to roll over and grunt. He rubbed his eyes and then slowly sat up, finding himself lying in his bed in his apartment. He looked around, rubbing his wrists and checking his surroundings. It was indeed his bedroom, but a gnawing feeling was still going at the back of his mind. He slipped out of his bed and went to check the rest of his home, looking out all of the windows, checking every room and even going out the front door and seeing that it was indeed not some elaborate simulation he was in. He let out a small sigh of relief and went back inside, shutting and locking the door before he went to the kitchen.
"Must been some sort of dream I guess," he said softly to himself as he opened the fridge, letting out a yelp of surprise and stumbling backwards. Inside the refrigerator was a single slice of cake with a card next to it bearing Anyma's unmistakable expression. James collected himself and slowly took the card, holding it far away from him as he opened and read it.
"Dear James," it read, "Thank you for attending my party, I do hope you're not too sore from laughing and struggling so much. You need to work on your stamina some more, you were out cold long before I got back to see how you were doing. Anyways, enjoy your cake. Anyma~"
James smirked a little as he took the cake, normally he wouldn't eat it until later but after last night he felt he earned it. He sat down on his couch and started eating it, amazed at how tasty it was. He had no idea if Anyma bought it or made it, but it did calm his nerves and help him feel more settled after the earlier shock. After he was finished he laid back on the couch, feeling much more relaxed. He reached over to grab the TV remote and saw that there was something written on the plate under all the crumbs of the cake. James stopped and tilted his head to the side in puzzlement as he brushed them away and scraped the icing off the message.
"By the way, I drugged the cake too. Hope you're ready for more."
James groaned as he felt himself go limp and his mind go foggy.
"Fuck..." he muttered to himself before slumping forwards and onto the floor, just as he head the front door unlock.

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If there was one thing that James hated about himself, it would be the uncontrollable impulse to open every single letter he got in the mail, regardless of whom it was from. So long as his name was on it he would open it. All stemmed from the day in which he received what he thought was spam mail but turned out to contain a winning lottery ticket. He had no idea as to where the letter came from but winning over ten grand was more than enough reason as to not question it. This time however, things were a little different. Turns out that he had indeed won something, an invite to a party. However he didn't know it was such an invite until he opened it, only after he read it did he notice that the line of the invite being laced with some sort of drug did he regret his impulse, but by then he was already on the floor, out like a light. When he awoke, his head felt heavy and he could barely move his arms or legs. He blinked a few times and shook his head, a soft but muffled groan escaping him.

"The hell am I...?" he thought to himself as he tried to rub his head, however to his surprise his arm didn't budge. Neither of them did, along with his legs. James shook his head a little and felt a large rubber ball in his mouth and a harness around his face and head, holding it in place. He looked to his arms and found them strapped to padded armrests that held them out to his sides. In front of him his legs and feet were strapped down with his feet locked in a set of stocks, his shoes and socks gone and all ten toes tied back and spread apart. James blushed deeply and sighed through his nose, the gag in his mouth keeping him from letting out a decent sigh. Looking up he took in his surroundings. He was in a small room, one door, no windows. There was a table in front of him with presents, balloons and cake which only served to baffle James, to the left of him was a smaller table with a duffel bag on it. To his right was another table with a small remote. James didn't bother trying to reach for it however, his arms were totally immobile. He rested his head back on the hard padding behind him, and then jumped as he felt someone's fingers on the back of his scalp.

"Oh sorry. Did I scare you?"he heard a playful but slightly muffled feminine voice say from behind him. James breathed heavily and squirmed a little as the fingers started to scratch and gently massage the back of his head which sent shivers down James's back.
"There we go, relax a little~" the voice teased as the gentle scratching continued, stopping a few moments later and the noise of an office chair trundling around him was heard. Slowly rolling into view was a woman, from what James could tell she looked to be a little shorter than him, possibly older than him too. Her attire consisted of purple hair, blue button up shirt, jeans and a strange frilly piece of neckwear. What made James stare in a mix of awe and suppressed fear was the teal mask she was wearing; it shimmered slightly, much like a computer screen showing nothing more than a haunting smiling expression that looked it made from ASCII characters.
"Name's Anyma," she said, the mask still fixed on the smile expression, "I know your name already, James. I'll admit that I have been watching you on occasion anddd thanks to a lil bit of keylogging, I know what you enjoy."
James blushed and looked away, knowing it would be pointless trying to talk with the gag in his mouth.
"Thing is," Anyma said, "You, along with a bunch of other 'lucky' people were invited to my Birthday Bash. One night of pure fun and enjoyment...for me that is, can't exactly vouch for you even though I know how much you're into kidnap scenarios that involve bondage and tickling~"
James growled a little into his gag, then jolting as he felt a finger trace up his left sole. He quickly turned to look at his restrained feet, seeing Anyma's mask had changed from the creepy staring smile to a smug, mischievous expression.
"You and I are gonna have a lotta fun tonight~"

James tugged at his arms and legs again, trying to pull them free of the restraints but failing to budge even an inch. Anyma snickered and moved her seat so that she was sitting directly in front of James's feet.
"Oh don't be such a spoilsport, you can't get out no matter how much you try~" she taunted as James suddenly felt her fingers racking up and down his bare soles, making him snort and giggle loudly into his gag. He shook his head and pulled at his feet, desperately trying to curl his toes.
"Oooooh, super sensitive are ya? I've barely even begun," she said as she moved to probe around and between his toes. James started laughing into the gag, pulling at his arms as he struggled more intensely. Anyma's mask now had changed to a smirk as she watched James struggle and let out his muffled laughs. After what felt like an hour she stopped, letting James catch his breath.
"Y'know James, I really should use these tools I got here. Whaddya say? Want to try them out?" she asked. James shook his head, the only response Anyma's mask gave was a coy smile as she reached over to the duffel bag and opened it. "Wonderful~ Now let's see what we got here."
James watched as Anyma dug around inside the duffel bag, slightly scared as to what she was going to produce from said bag. James's heart was racing, moreso when Anyma stopped and started to giggle mischievously. James didn't see what she had found inside the bag as she had moved it to out of his line of sight.
"Can ya guess what I got~?" she said as James felt something pointy roll up his bare sole, making him jolt and burst out laughing into the gag. He had no idea what it was, but it tickled like crazy. Anyma's mask still had the smirk as James felt the prickly sensation slowly run up and down his soles, making his muffled laughter and begging almost audible. Anyma continued to torment James as shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes as he pulled at his restraints, desperate to free himself. "Not even a guess? You're no fun, but you're gagged so I may as well show you."
Anyma held up what looked like a pinwheel on a stick, spinning it with her finger. James panted and blinked away the tears of ticklish laughter that had built up in his eyes.
"This here is a Wartenburg Wheel," Anyma said, "Meant to test reflexes but I think it does amazing when it comes to tickling. Most people would use brushes or feathers but I prefer to go a little unconventional. It's more fun this way."
James grunted a little as he pulled at his feet again, the full restraints around his ankles and toes feeling comfy but still highly annoying as
he could barely move.

"Lemme see now, what else do I have in here?" Anyma said as she dug through the bag again. James could only watch, wondering what tool she would produce next and if she would actually show it to him before using it. Anyma made a sudden giggle of delight and pulled a black box from the bag, turning to James.
"Now this you may like, it's a little something I've been working on for awhile. Now to see if it works," she said as she pulled a long metal prong from the top of the box and held it just over James's toes. James tilted his head to the side, confused as to what she was doing, then suddenly arcs of electricity sprang from the prong and danced over his toes, sending waves of tickling throughout him. James tensed up and squealed into the gag, now struggling like crazy as he was desperate to try and get his toes away from the electricity now tickling him worse than anything he had experienced before. Anyma simply stared at James as he thrashed around, laughing loudly into his gag, she moved the device to his soles, sending sparks of tickles all over his fully restrained and helpless feet. Tears rolled down James's cheeks as his struggles started to slowly grow weaker along with his muffled laughter. Anyma stopped to let James catch his breath and regain his strength.

"Too much? Thought it would be." Anyma asked as she gently rubbed James's arches with her thumbs, James only slowly nodded as he whimpered a little. "I think you need a lil break, buttttt only a little one for now."
James huffed through his gag and dropped his gaze, his face flushed and sweaty from the struggling.
"What's the matter? Tired?" Anyma teased, "I figured as much, I think I should tone down my efforts. I don't want you passing out yet."
James groaned softly and then squirmed and giggled as Anyma raked up his soles with her fingers.
"Oh shush, I've not even gotten to the best stuff yet. Though really I don't think you'll last much longer so I'd best go for a good finale."
James whimpered and shook his head, trying to talk through his gag.
"Hmmmm? What's that? You're saying that I didn't want you to pass out yet?" Anyma said, "Well as true as that is, I do have other guests to attend to sooooo, as much as I'd love to stay and tickle you some more I have to make sure the others are being entertained. Not to worry though, I have the perfect thing to keep you occupied."
She reached over, grabbing the remote on the smaller table next to him. She playfully waved it around and pushed a button, streamers, confetti and balloons dropped from the ceiling. James was mildly annoyed by everything that had fallen on him, but then his annoyance turned to mild fear as several robotic appendages emerged from the chair, appearing by his sides, armpits and feet. James started to struggle again as he noticed that the appendages were equipped with brushes, feathers, Waternburg wheels and the electrical tickler.
"As much as I would've adored to use more tools on you, I think this'll be quite the spectacle~"
James whimpered and struggled more as the appendages slowly lowered closer to him. He shook his head more, watching as Anyma smiled and pushed another button on the remote, the appendages now all assaulting him in a swarm of ticklishness. James bucked, struggled and laughed into his gag, squirming as the overloading ticklish sensation took over. The appendages got all over his soles and toes, even going under his shirt to tickle his belly and sides. James nearly screamed into the gag as the tickling tools got between his toes and inside his belly button. His struggles lessened as well as his laughter, his stamina slowly diminishing.
"Looks like you're not gonna last much longer, which is what I expected but at least we had fun~" Anyma said, giggling softly as she got up from the chair and walked behind James, strapping a party hat to his head and playfully poking his nose. "I'll see ya later, possibly after you've passed out though since I'll be a few hours~" she said, waving playfully as she took the bag and remote. "Bye James~"
James pleaded for her to stop the machine, but as he was gagged his words never reached her, not that it would've mattered. The door shut behind Anyma as she left, leaving James to his ticklish fate. He struggled less and less as his laughter died down and he found it harder to stay focused. He weakly pulled at his arms and whimpered, tears still streaming down his cheeks as another attack on his toes drove him over the edge and he finally passed out, the appendages still tickling him as his vision failed him.

The morning light seeped through James's eyes, causing him to roll over and grunt. He rubbed his eyes and then slowly sat up, finding himself lying in his bed in his apartment. He looked around, rubbing his wrists and checking his surroundings. It was indeed his bedroom, but a gnawing feeling was still going at the back of his mind. He slipped out of his bed and went to check the rest of his home, looking out all of the windows, checking every room and even going out the front door and seeing that it was indeed not some elaborate simulation he was in. He let out a small sigh of relief and went back inside, shutting and locking the door before he went to the kitchen.
"Must been some sort of dream I guess," he said softly to himself as he opened the fridge, letting out a yelp of surprise and stumbling backwards. Inside the refrigerator was a single slice of cake with a card next to it bearing Anyma's unmistakable expression. James collected himself and slowly took the card, holding it far away from him as he opened and read it.
"Dear James," it read, "Thank you for attending my party, I do hope you're not too sore from laughing and struggling so much. You need to work on your stamina some more, you were out cold long before I got back to see how you were doing. Anyways, enjoy your cake. Anyma~"
James smirked a little as he took the cake, normally he wouldn't eat it until later but after last night he felt he earned it. He sat down on his couch and started eating it, amazed at how tasty it was. He had no idea if Anyma bought it or made it, but it did calm his nerves and help him feel more settled after the earlier shock. After he was finished he laid back on the couch, feeling much more relaxed. He reached over to grab the TV remote and saw that there was something written on the plate under all the crumbs of the cake. James stopped and tilted his head to the side in puzzlement as he brushed them away and scraped the icing off the message.
"By the way, I drugged the cake too. Hope you're ready for more."
James groaned as he felt himself go limp and his mind go foggy.
"Fuck..." he muttered to himself before slumping forwards and onto the floor, just as he head the front door unlock.