So I made a quick little doodle of Wilson being prepped for a long evening of tickles. But who is gonna do the tickling? Well let's meet Summer

by the way, the little fella off to the side, is a new character as well, his name is Junior. He's not in the story but I felt like drawing him. XD

And here is a little story I came up with this evening too, it's a bit long so sorry about that, but I do hope you enjoy it :)

"Wilson in Stocks"

I woke up with a bit of a headache. As I tried to reach over and rub the back of my head, I realize my hands are tied together. At first, I have a difficult time focusing since for some reason, I felt very tired. My eyes began to adjust to the room and I now realize where I'm at: I'm in a basement with a bright light flashing on my face and my ankles stuck in a pair of stocks. Without having to think about the situation, I already know what's going on...Lu.
It's quite easy to tell since if I were in any real danger, I'm sure the corprate isn't the least bit fascinated by my bare feet. I see that my shoes are tossed over to the side with my socks missing, I'm guessing Lu probably took them. It's odd because even though I know for a fact that Lu is behind this, I don't see him anywhere. Did he forget that I was down here? Maybe he is planning a dramatic entrance. But why? I already know what he has in store for me so it's not like he's doing something brand new. That's when I hear the door open from above, it then closes softly. I begin to hear the pitter patter of steps making it's way down the stairs to my location. I take in a deep breathe, relax my feet and brace for a long, long tickle. The bright light shining in front of me puts a glare on the figure behind the light. I notice that it's not short or even have the shape of a penis head....yes....I think we all know Lu's head looks like one. Anyways, I couldn't really tell who it was, until I heard his voice...or better yet, her voice.
“Well, well, my dearest Wilson, I'm flattered by your sudden enthusiasm to impress me in the most bizarre way.”
Oh no....It's Summer, my girlfriend. The way she talks, her awkward use of words to sound sophisticating, she is definitely more weird than Lu. Summer and I met in a herbal shop. She divulges herself in new techniques to cleanse the body and soul and she loves – as she puts it - “being one with the Earth.” Anyone would call this bird like mistress a hibbie, but what is so strange about her is how easily she is under a new influence. She will always try new things, new lifestyles, and her exterior is always constantly changing. But for some reason her personality, chipper attitude, and love for life is always there. And before you say it, yes, she smokes pot, and now all your questions have probably been answered. But now you are probably wondering how her and I became lovers? Well, even I can't really answer that. She is beautiful, and I love how she has a lust for life, but I know that I can be stiff as a board and all about working hard to get somewhere in life. She and I are polar opposites, but this...bond...is what keeps up together.
“Hey....Summer...you think I put myself in these stocks for you?” I asked her.
“Well that fluffy dog said that you were hiding down here and had something special for me, so I came down to see what it was. I was guessing you wanted to share with me your new lifestyle of becoming a nudist.” she replied. She looked down and noticed an arrangement of tools such as brushes, feathers, and other trinkets and began to pick each one of them up and examining them. I honestly don't know what it is, but I actually feel more threatened by her than I would Lu. Don't get me wrong, Lu is a nightmare, but he's straight forward, I know what he has in mind. But Summer...she is unpredictable. I still have not figured out her psyche. She is not into tickling like Lu is, but she has told me before that she feels very comfortable when she hears my laughter. Now that would be understandable if it was my regular laugh, but she specifically says she likes it when my voice pitch goes higher when I laugh. I usually call it my uncontrolled laughter because it happens when I just can't help myself and I laugh really hard. People find it annoying and even I find it annoying and embarrassing, but for some reason, it “brings her comfort.” This is probably why I feel more threatened.
“Summer...can we please talk about this?” I shiver ran up my spine as her feathery fingers glided across my toes and she simply responded “no.”
She started with her fingers, big, soft, feather like fingers that allowed her to drag on the side of my soles and reach in between the crevasses of my toes. It wasn't too bad, but I think she was mostly looking for what I reacted to the most. Sure enough she found them in a matter of moments, both of which are near the balls of my feet. I gritted my teeth trying not to laugh as she kept a very calm attitude. She tormented and teased me by taking her two fingers and walking them in place on my soles. I scrunched my toes as I tried my hardest not to laugh but it's difficult. Why do I have to be so darn ticklish? It's not fair! My feet are too big, which means there's more to go for. I lay myself back on the wall behind me, trying to put my mind on something else, taking in deep breathes and take my mind away from the torture, but everytime I think I do it, I'm jolted back to reality with a new terror.
She now grabbed my big toe and pulled it back and with her other hand that wielded a brush for her to scrub the stretched area on my sole. I'm now in a giggle frenzy, I can't hold in the laughter anymore. I try to cover my face with my tied hands to cover my laughing, but everytime I do that, she crawls over and softly rubs my belly with her feathery hands. I quickly cover my tummy with my arms and go into some sort of ball to cover myself as best I can, but somehow it only makes it worse. She squeezes my knee just above my knee cap and I jerk my body about trying to get my leg to more safer areas. But somehow it just opens another open spot for her to attack because she then squeezes my thigh and I can't cover that area too well. I bite the bottom of my lips to hold in my laughter.
I think by now you are wondering why I don't just let her tickle me and let out my laugh, but I think you might have forgotten that I don't like my laughter. Like I said, it's embarrassing to me. And no, I don't feel any happiness after a long tickle, I just feel relieved that it is the end!
She turns her attention back to my soles and begins to paint them with the can of red paint and paint brush. She attempts to hold my foot in place as she begins to paint my yellow soles. I have the hardest time not to bust into uncontrolled laughter. My tear ducts start to create tears that make my eyes watery and hard to see. I simply close my eyes tightly. After a couple minutes of paint, she finally covers my feet and gives me a moment to rest. She cleans my eyes from the tears and softly kisses me on the cheek. By this point, I think she is done...I was wrong.
She pulls out a cube of ice and glides it on my sole. I can't exactly explain how this would be remotely ticklish, but I couldn't help but chuckle through the whole experience. She used it to clean the paint, but also turned it on its corners on my worst tickle spots. It felt like instead of me skating on ice, the ice is skating on me, the bitter cold sliding up and down my soles was painfully ticklish. I banged my head on the wall a couple times, and that was kind of dumb. My head hurts now. The ice cube finally melts in her hand as my feet are now all wet from my toes to my heels. She pulls out two combs with plastic bristles with small little balls on their ends.
I gulped when I saw this and begged one last time: “Summer, please, no more!!” I know that this would be my breaking point. Those bristles against my slippery soles are gonna be excruciating. Sure enough, I couldn't hold it in. Not even a second in from contact, I let out my uncontrolled laughter. I swayed my body back and forth, hoping my feet would somehow slip out of the holes in the stocks, but to no avail. My feet were stuck in her possession and telling by her soft smile, she wasn't gonna let this “comfort” go away too quickly. I tried everything I could, scrunching my toes, folding my feet down, or rolling my feet side to side as fast as I could, but she was able to get me every time without a moment's rest. Through my laughter I begged for mercy, and even used the “I gotta pee” excuse, but everytime she just simply replied “just one more minute.” If I actually kept track, it would have already been more than just a couple minutes since her response. Finally, She slowed down as she came to a full stop. I was surprised that I lasted through it without passing out. It was pure torture, but as I had said previously, I'm relieved that it's now over.
She picked up a towel and dried my feet with it. The soft towel was nice against my tired feet, but I thought it was kind of gross that she also used it to clean my face from the tears with it too. I can't really stand the smell of my own feet. She untied my hands and then laid up against the wooden stocks, caressing my toes. I laid back against the wall and tried to get back my normal breathing pattern with both hands resting on my stomach. She lit a small roll of dope and placed it between my toes. She then pressed her lips right on the flesh as she began to inhale smoke and blew it in the air. I giggled a bit and figured this was a secret way of kissing my feet.
“I definitely enjoyed this, how about you Wilson?” She smiled to me.
“Um...no I didn't, I can't stand being tickled like this.” I commented back.
She smirked and said “Well then I guess I shouldn't tell you when I want to hear your cute laughter again....should I?” She snickered and began to saw between my toes with her feathery fingers. I reacted quickly to this as she had found my 2nd worse tickle spots. I responded through my giggles “oh come on, can't I have just one break?” She placed the ciggy in her mouth and used all her fingers between each of my toes and once again responded “no.”
She kept this up until I gave in and changed the pitch of my voice and laughed uncontrollably. But what I found most odd about this last experience is that even though my hands were free, I didn't make any attempt to try and stop her.

I think there is something wrong with me now...