Arven thought she could sneak back home late, but her boyfriend Fiddler had other plans. Suspecting she was up to no good, he ties her down to the bed, exposing her body covered in fresh rope marks. Her heart racing, Arven's eyes widen in fear as she realizes she's been caught. She tries to squirm free, but Fiddler's knots are too tight. As he gazes at her with a mixture of anger and amusement, Arven's anxiety turns to dread. She knows what's coming, and it's her worst nightmare: TICKLING! Her skin crawls at the mere thought of Fiddler's fingers digging into her sensitive spots. She HATES being tickled, but deep down, she's also aroused by the idea of being punished. She knows she deserves it, and a part of her craves the discipline. Fiddler's strong hands grasp her wrists, holding her firm as he begins his merciless attack. He tickles her ribs, making her giggle uncontrollably, and then moves to her armpits, sending shivers down her spine. Her feet and thighs are next, and Arven's laughter turns to squeals of delight. But as the tickling intensifies, her arousal grows. She can feel the moisture spreading between her legs, and she knows she's powerless to resist. Just when Arven thinks it can't get any worse, Fiddler breaks out the electric toothbrush. The vibrations send her into overdrive, and she's unable to contain her screams of laughter. Her body writhes and twists, but Fiddler's grip remains firm, holding her in place as he continues to torment her.