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Christmas at the Mayor's Office

Sitting upon her desk, Isabelle giggled as she peeled off one of her long, cotton socks. Her bare foot wiggled its toes in the air, and the canine secretary couldn't help noticing that the figure standing close by began to blush as she did so.

"So, have you known the mayor for long? He must trust you a lot. I can't imagine him hiring me a masseur for Christmas from just some random business online."

Unfastening the buckle of her other bright, clean black shoe, the dog kicked it off before hooking her thumbs around the top of her other sock. More slowly she began to drag this one down the length of her leg, extending the limb as best she could and keeping an close eye on the face of the kangaroo. She smirked as his eyes widened noticeably, and her own cheeks reddened with delight as she noted a slight tenting at the front of his dark slacks. Releasing her hands from the cotton garment as it lay bunched around her ankle, she cleared her throat softly, beaming at the marsupial male as he tore his gaze away from her foot and looked, scarlet-cheeked, up into her face.

"I... I've known him a while. He's told me a lot about you."

Nervously, Caroo responded to the adorable dog's comment. He didn't move however, simply squirming bashfully on the spot as Isabelle giggled once more, gesturing with her head towards her still outstretched, sock-bearing foot.

"Well... go on then. Help me take it off."

Only when Isabelle removed all doubt as to what she wanted from the male did he advance forward. With hands that were shaking with helpless excitement, he took hold of her sock and began to complete the job which Isabelle had begun. His fingertips brushed over the soft, pure white material. A couple of his digits even caressed the soft undersides of the dog's delicate foot, and prompted her to shiver and yip softly.

"A-ahh... that tickles."

Isabelle's eyes fell to the kangaroo's crotch once more as she made that comment, and sure enough his crotch twitched visibly. She giggled, licking her lips and wiggling happily upon the desk as his hands pulled abruptly away, and shook her head before the distraught expression upon his face could spill over into the countless apologies he was no doubt planning to issue forth.

"I didn't say that was a bad thing though. C'mon. Take it off. After spending all day with my feet locked up in those shoes, it feels wonderful to be able to give my toes some room to move."

Caroo's shaky hands returned to Isabelle's foot, and soon that second set of toes were as free as the first. With another gleeful burst of giggles the dog raised both her legs horizontally into the air, feet together, and wiggled her toes playfully at the marsupial male. Then, before he could react, she leapt forward off the desk, and rather shamelessly began to unbutton her blouse.

"You should set up the table while I finish undressing. I know the mayor doesn't mind me being here after hours, but if the lights are on too late into the night, I dare say we'll get a few carol singers peering in through the windows."

It took all of Caroo's willpower for him to do as Isabelle suggested. To look away as her beautiful, soft golden fur came flooding into view as she swiftly and shamelessly unbuttoned her top. He couldn't help but steal continual glances as he unfolded his portable massage table however, nor indeed as he took out some of his oils and other supplies, laying them out on the edge of the canine secretary's desk where they could easily be accessed.

Before he knew it, Caroo was unpacked. He turned around, half on instinct and half hoping to catch Isabelle in a somewhat compromising state, but nearly choked when he saw her. She was standing, facing him dead on, with her torso bare and her now discarded bra being casually tossed aside from one hand. With a warm, bashful smile, she regarded his gaze, but didn't try to cover or turn herself in order to disguise the more intimate aspects of her body. Her breasts were small, but gorgeously plump. Her fur was even more thick and lush than the kangaroo had imagined possible. Her whole body was so delicate and tender, from her beaming face to the toes curling and flexing down into the soft, plush carpet beneath them.

Lost in the beauty of his client, Caroo could only continue to stare; too simultaneously aroused and embarrassed to admit that he was looking and turn away, as Isabelle reached down under the soft green plaits of her skirt. She wiggled her cute derriere as her hands grasped hold of something, and giggled gleefully as just seconds later her silky white panties hit the floor around her ankles with the softest of impacts.

"Now... remind me. Do I need to be fully nude for this massage? Or is it just down to my choice?"

Her thumbs hooked around the waistband of her skirt teasingly, and as Isabelle looked at the kangaroo she knew he wanted nothing more than to tell her that nudity was absolutely required. However, at the last moment she saw a flash of clarity and agonised regret in the male's eyes. He sighed, and shook his head.

"It's entirely down to your level of comfort, Miss. If keeping your skirt on will allow you to feel more at ease, then by all means. Alternatively I can provide a towel. One hundred percent New Leaf cotton."

Isabelle bounced happily up and down upon the balls of her feet.

"Such a gentleman. Thank you. But... actually, I think I know what will make me most comfortable."

The thumbs hooked around her skirt pushed downward, and in a single perfect moment, Isabelle's body was revealed to Caroo in all it's bare, beautiful glory. From her smiling face to her modest breasts, to her ever so slightly rounded, adorable little belly, to her neatly trimmed and the oh so slightly visible pink flesh of her pussy, right the way down to her feet as they stepped out of her discarded clothing.

With a few quick, spry steps, Isabelle was scrambling up onto the massage table. For a moment or two her tiny, tufted tail was raised and wagging furiously in the air as she straddled the padded wooden table on all fours. Her legs were spread just wide enough to give Caroo a full on view of her goods, and from the giggle that escaped her lips, she knew it. It was only after she turned her head and took a good, long look at the kangaroo to memorize the stunned, gleefully dazed expression upon his face, that she allowed her limbs to lower her to the table itself, and laid herself out flat in preparation for the impending massage.

"So... how much did the Mayor tell you about my gift, if you don't mind me asking?"

Isabelle spoke calmly as she brought her head to rest within the crook of her folded arms. She could hear the kangaroo moving around behind her, no doubt preparing whatever oils and other products he intended to use on her. Sure enough, just seconds before the male spoke, she felt hands drenched in slick, cool massage oil take hold of the bare, exposed soles of her feet.

"H-he told me you were a very hard worker. That he would be lost without you. That all day you're dashing about the office in those tight shoes of yours, copying memos, filing reports, b-basically running the day to day of the whole town while he's off doing his thing. So, he thought you could use some relaxation."

The kangaroo's thumbs pressed into Isabelle's soles, rubbing in slow, tender circles. As he worked the oil into her feet, the dog could practically feel the tensions melting away. More than that though, she could feel her feet tingling, almost as if the oil was more than it seemed. Like it wasn't just relaxing her flesh, but making it more sensitive, more receptive. Again the masseur's thumbs rubbed their way across the soft arches of her feet, and a sharp, uncontrolled snort of mirth escaped Isabelle, the canine female fighting to hold herself steady.

"Ah! A-ahhahah... o-ohh... mmhh..."

Her giggles trailed off into murmurs of happy relaxation, and the dog beamed where her head lay at rest.

"It's funny... he said almost the same thing about you."

Caroo's fingers kept working at Isabelle's feet, making her leg muscles clench and relax, causing her toes to wriggle and flex as each touch simultaneously relaxed and stimulated the sensitive feet now glistening with oil in his hands. At the same time though he cocked a curious eyebrow up at the other end of the adorable spaniel, slightly distracted by what she'd just said.

"What do you mean?"

At first, Isabelle didn't respond. She was biting down on her bottom lip, her whole body trembling as the tips of Caroo's fingers massaged the soles of both feet at once. It took every ounce of willpower she possessed not to squeal with mirth at the intensity of the ticklish stimulation, but still she resisted. For now at least, she had to hold back. Till she had explained herself, the secretary couldn't give in to the amazingly delicate touch of the kangaroo.

"W-well... he told me that you'd been working extra hard since he gave you the property to open your own massage parlour and foot spa here in town. That you were so professional and careful with all your clients, never letting temptation get to you no matter how soft their soles or cute their wiggling toes."

As if to prove a point, Isabelle wiggled her own toes. Caroo let slip a helpless murmur, and she giggled happily.

"He thought you needed a chance to unwind and let out some of that pent up passion. And luckily for you, he knew someone who would be more than willing to help give you the Christmas present you so desperately need. A woman whom the mayor knows first hand loves having her feet played with. A woman who has begged the mayor countless times to let her stay the night at his place, just so for hours and hours she can lie tied up on his bed while he tickles every inch of her, outside and in."

Spreading her legs, lifting her rump up from the table slightly, Isabelle wiggled her toes teasingly at the kangaroo.

"So... why don't we stop pretending, and start being the Christmas gifts for each other that we're meant to be."

Caroo said nothing. He did nothing. He simply stared, overwhelmed and helpless, as before his eyes Isabelle reached one of her arms down the length of her body and shamelessly, gleefully began to tease around her clit with two confident, well-practised fingers. After a few seconds of inaction from the kangaroo, she moaned hungrily, flexing and curling her toes, crinkling the flesh of her soft arches as temptingly as possible.

"C'mon, Caroo. I'm sure you've got restraints ready to lock me in place. To give me the tickling of a lifetime, just like Mayor Jeeves asked you to. It really shouldn't make a difference that I know about it. That I want it every bit as much as you do. In fact... shouldn't it make it all the more exciting? This way, when I'm screaming and begging you to stop... when you're tickling me so hard I can't even think straight enough to masturbate along with it... you'll know you've done a hell of a job."

Grazing her clit firmly with those two outstretched digits, Isabelle moaned hungrily before continuing on.

"B-being tickled till you hate it... till you can't breath, can't think, can't move other than to squeal with helpless laughter... I love it. And Jeeves... t-the mayor, I mean, says you're the best. So... so please. Please, just do your job. Give me my gift, a-and take yours too. You can do anything to me. Tickle me anywhere. Touch me anywhere. Use every trick in your book... a-and more."

Mere moments after the spaniel fell silent she felt something cool and firm press against her left ankle. With a sharp, familiar click she heard the metal cuff locking in place round her limb, then the other ringlet too, presumably around one leg of the massage table. Just seconds later another pair of clicks followed for the other leg. Isabelle gently tested the restriction of her now restrained feet, and moaned happily when she discovered she was incapable of pulling them more than an inch or so away from the table's surface. Easily leaving them helpless and at the mercy of Caroo's nimble fingers, but with just enough freedom to wriggle, to kick, and helplessly fight for freedom that might never come.

"D-do it, Caroo..."

She whimpered pleadingly, her voice high and keening, as if begging to be turned into squealing laughter at any moment.

"...tickle me. Make me... m-make me giggle. Make me laugh. Make me... m-ma-aahh! A-ahahahaha... oh god. Y-y-aaaah_hahahaaahhh_!"

To her glee, her pleas were answered without any further delay. She gasped as she felt a fresh wave of cool, tingling massage oil being sprayed out over the upturned soles of both her feet, direct from the bottle. A mere fraction of a second later the kangaroo's hands returned, but this time under no illusions of performing a massage. They darted between her toes, stroking and teasing with lightning speed. They gently caressed at her arches, only to dig in and tickle forcefully a moment later.

Feverishly, between squeals and gurgling wails of ticklish delight, the spaniel masturbated herself. She teased her pussy as it began to flow hungrily with her arousal, every strangled cry of laughter as much of ecstasy as of mirth. She pressed her fingers into herself and began to drive them furiously in and out, giggling and moaning with equally abundant joy as her feet were so deliciously tortured at the talented and experienced hands of the other kangaroo, just as the mayor had promised.

And from where he stood at the foot of the bench, his fingers going to town on the poor, helpless spaniel's feet, Caroo let her. With his own arousal still straining at the front of his slacks, the masseur let Isabelle have her fun. Indeed, he practically encouraged her; making sure that the force of his tickling did not yet overwhelm Isabelle's libido, restricting himself to just his fingers and just the female's feet as a target.

In his mind's eye however, Caroo was already planning out the whole of the night ahead. A feather running back and forth over the spaniel's swollen clit. Delicate silk ropes prising apart each of her toes as velcro-tied, battery powered buffer pads tormented the soles of her feet. Her hands tied equally tightly behind her back, stripping away all her control over the pleasure that was helping to keep her sane, while his own fingers tickled at her underarms, her neck, and her bare, exposed flanks. Those were the weak spots that Jeeves had informed him to seek out when he wanted Isabelle's true ticklish torment to begin. And, judging by her reaction from only the first few ticklish touches he had delivered, it would be quite the torment indeed.

How much Jeeves had held back when he supposedly tickled Isabelle to her limits, Caroo didn't know. How he had convinced the spaniel to feel so confident, to invite Caroo's ticklish wrath so readily, he didn't know.

Whatever the other kangaroo's methods though, and whatever Isabelle's mistaken beliefs, the spaniel would soon learn otherwise.

Those twitching, wriggling toes. Those soft, exposed flanks. That dripping, needy pussy. Caroo would see how well they would fare, and indeed how well their owner would be holding up, after an hour of his top notch ticklish torment.

After two hours.

After four.

After six hours of non-stop, ceaseless laughter and stimulation.

And only then, when every ticklish touch felt like an orgasm, and every orgasm felt like a thousand feathers caressing the soles of Isabelle's feet...

Only then, would Caroo break out the big guns, and give Isabelle the tickling, not to mention the Christmas, of a lifetime.

By Jeeves