In the middle of the night, Stella's sweet whispers lure you away from your friends at the party. You were too entranced by her charm to notice the ropes binding your wrists and ankles until it was too late. Now, you found yourself at the mercy of her tickle fetish, surrounded by an array of tools designed to make you squirm and laugh uncontrollably. Stella's eyes gleam with excitement as she picks up the first tool, a long wooden brush with hard bristles. As she brushes the fine, hard bristles against your soles, you can't help but laugh uncontrollably. The sensation is overwhelming, and you squirm against your restraints, trying to escape the ticklish attack. Enjoying your discomfort, she flips the brush over, and the tip of it scrapes against each of your toes, sending jolts of electricity through your body. Your laughter grow louder, and you know that you are in for a long night of ticklish fun. She then grabs a black feather, its soft feather fluff awakening every nerve in your body. Tickling you with it, she starts at your neck and works her way down your body, leaving no inch untouched. Your laughter echoes through the room, and you feel a mixture of pleasure and humiliation as you squirm under Stella's skilled hands. Next, she grabs a larger, longer feather, slightly harder than the first. She scrapes it up and down your wrinkled soles, causing your cracked heels to crack even more from the ticklish sensation. Helpless to stop the laughter that bubbled up from deep within you, you know that Stella is enjoying every moment of your torment. Finally, she puts on her special gloves with ticklish spikes on the palms. As she massages your body, the spikes send waves of ticklish pleasure through you, making you laugh even harder. You feel as though you are on the brink of bursting, and you know that Stella has no intention of stopping until you are completely exhausted from laughter. Throughout the night, Stella continues to use her tickle tools, each one more intense than the last. You struggled against your restraints, but it's no use - you are completely at her mercy. You find yourself drained and weak, but still unable to stop laughing. With each feather, brush spiked glove, and more of her tools, she expertly manipulates your ticklish spots, leaving you helplessly bound and writhing in laughter, all while she revels in your humiliation. Will you succumb to her sadistic pleasure, or can you find a way to break free from her diabolical grasp? "I hope you enjoyed your party."