Training my Slave with TICKLING! PART 2! (FHD)

Description: Hi there! we've split the video “training my slave with bastinado and tickling! full! (fhd)” into two parts, just in case you don't like the combination of tickling and bastinado! so if you'd like to watch just the tickling part, this video is for you! enjoy! today, bramble was in the role of a slave, her arms were held above her head, while her legs were secured to the armchair with bondage. shifting restlessly in the chair as she waited for the master, she couldn’t stop wondering: what was waiting for her today? but the master already knew exactly what he was going to do with bramble. stepping behind her, his deft hands reached toward the servant girl’s underarms and began to tickle her. at that moment bramble burst into laughter, at first completely giving in to it, until the master moved to her more sensitive sides, making her breathing grow uneven and harder to control. she could feel her body alternately tensing and relaxing, while her heart began to race, and she gasped for air in quick, uneven breaths. but the master knew it wouldn’t be enough! something even more sensitive was needed, such as her nipples. pulling her shirt aside, he exposed bramble’s beautiful breasts, and without giving his slave a moment’s respite, he began to tease her nipples, alternately pulling them upward, twisting them between his nimble fingers, and squeezing them. bramble was flustered! her laughter gave way to intense excitement mixed with a ticklish sensation. she kept slipping into soft, uneven sighs, only to break into bright, uncontrollable bursts of playful laughter again just a minute later. after finishing up with the tickling of the upper body, master tied a rope around bramble’s big toes and pulled them tight, then stuffed a cloth gag into her mouth. he knew that his slave’s most sensitive spot was her feet, which meant he had to prepare her thoroughly before getting to them! as he traced bramble’s feet, the master’s fingers moved as if playing a piano, traveling from her heels to the very tips of her toes, not leaving a single spot untouched. bramble burst into laughter, squealing, especially when the master took out a wooden massager and began to actively run it over her feet, twisting it this way and that way and making the girl twitch uncontrollably, giving her no break to catch her breath. but this was just a warm-up before the oil and brush! the slave writhed like a snake, but it brought her no relief, making her to experience an ever-widening range of emotions. would the master let bramble rest after such an intense slave training, or had he gotten too into it to stop?