Tickling Elizabeth as a Punishment

In the story, Elizabeth cleans up in my studio. I come and notice the dust, although she promised that the whole studio will shine. Well, it’s time to punish this bitch. For her, tickling is a terrible torture, she hates it so much and would rather choose pain than tickling. And I know that very well…
Long story short, Elizabeth finds herself tightly fixed on a bench, her legs are apart and feet are locked in stocks, her hands tied above her head, a large ballgag is in her mouth and a blindfold on her eyes. She wears black nylon on her feet today. I sit down next to her feet and start to tickle them. At some point, I tie her big toes right through her pantyhose with leather ropes to the stocks and continue to torment her feet even more intensely. Poor Elizabeth…