Parker's POV:
I woke up with fuzzy eyesight. The way my eyes adjusted to the overhead light that flickered ever-so-gently was odd, as I looked around the room.
Immediately, the first thing I saw were my legs and feet. Socks on, with shorts, just how I'd left my home. But this, this wasn't my home.
My eyes truly began to open, and I gained more of my consciousness. Where the hell was I?
A white room, with soft panels of- what, cushion? Like a mental institution? Quickly yanking my wrists, they were stopped by a what seemed to be leather belt. I knew the texture of leather well, for some reason.
My head shot up, and my heart sunk when I saw the chain which was weakly attached to the ceiling. White, cushion-y panels were placed all across the ceiling, with the exception of the square where the chain was dangling from. Instead, it was just a brown ceiling with a hook, which the chain hung from.
Still though, I could've sworn I felt leather? Not a fucking steel chain, which now I began to feel, the friction pushing and pulling against my skin as I shook as hard as possible. Clink, clank..
"Hello?!" I shouted. Surprisingly, there was no eerie echo like you'd hear in horror movies. My voice didn't carry far. Just from my lips, and a few steps forward, then right back to my throat. Nobody could hear me.
Did I even want whoever the hell took me here to hear me? For all I know, they could be a psychotic killer on the loos-
"I can assure you that I'm no killer. Certainly not psychotic either.."
My breath halted.
"Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you." The voice claimed. My breaths became shakier, as I realized that my mind was.. infiltrated?
"Where..where are you?" I gathered my breath and calmly released a sentence. It's not like I even had to use words considering the voice answered a question in my head.
Was it even in my head though? Maybe I accidentally said it out loud?-
"No, I am indeed in your mind! Crazy, I'm aware. But as long as you stay calm and don't try anything silly, you'll be fine."
I scoffed and replied, "What the hell could I do in this state? You got me tied up!"
"Don't get snappy with me, Parker. Things can take a turn.. very quickly around here."
And that's when I felt it. A quick stroke to my left sole, from the ball of my foot to the middle toe.
"Hah! Whahat the hell? Where are you?"
"Didn't I tell you already?"
I shook my head, still in shock.
"I'm in your head, silly!~"
/ hope you enjoyed this chapter :) definitely gonna make more, so stay tuned
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Psychic Tickling
Hayran Kurgu(this specifically focuses on tickling fetishes, as well as a bit of foot fetish) When Parker, a 17 year old high-school student is abducted and taken to an off-the-grid facility, what could go wrong? It's not like they plan on experimenting on him...
