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Hey all. As I kept writing this story I felt the need to add in this author’s note. It’s my hope that this story doesn’t give an impression that I have some issue with streamers of any variety. Rather, the more negative tone and presentation comes from the ones we see time and time again who do little in the way of content and more in the way of demanding their viewers pledge more and more money. My hope is that I framed this correctly, but if not I apologize I was unable to communicate myself. I had no intention to insult any streamer putting in the time and effort to build themselves online. Thank you!

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Amy learned very quickly in her life that if she wanted something there wasn’t a man alive that could tell her “no”. In her mind she was a perfect princess, and everyone around her were nothing but toys. Funny playthings only good for her amusement and worship.

Her father spoiled her from day one and saw her as nothing less than a treasure. Her step mom, so happy to have a daughter of her own, never got in her way either. Her poor step brother Derik was seen as just another plaything when he was caught staring at her multiple times. And her boyfriend slash boy-toy Andre was so wrapped around her little finger that he doubled as a graduation ring.

At home, in life, and most importantly online, Amy was untouchable and reveled in it. The last one making sure the tiny brat never had to work a day in her life. Subscribers swarmed to her by the thousands and it was never a mystery as to why. The internet formula worked like a charm. Stunning girl, plus cute or little clothing, equaled big numbers and a lot of subs. A trusted formula she was able to duplicate over and over again too much success.

Amy’s secret was unorthodox, but by no means un-affective. She didn’t need to cosplay or wear anything too revealing. Never needed to be good at video games, add good commentary, or even be kind to her viewers in general. No, all she needed for the money to flow in was her perfect porcelain soles and talented wiggly toes.

It stunned the pink haired princess at first just how much her feet were able to bring her as these stupid boys drooled and begged for her attention. Each stretch of her arch’s was another donation. Each scrunch of her toes another sub. Each bratty wink to the camera as she hypnotically dangled her pink flip flops on her toes lead to another bombardment of comments demanding that she step on them.

In those streams she truly felt like she controlled everything. The thought of a bunch of losers, on their knees, begging for something as silly as her feet never stopped amusing her. She enjoyed humiliating her anonymous viewers as well as other men in her life. Shamelessly dropping Derik’s foot fetish on live streams and how much she enjoyed frustrating him. Andre himself not escaping her games with her sending every stream his way, making him hate himself every time he shamelessly tugged it to her teasing feet.

All the money, all the attention, all the game; it was all hers and no one would stop her. She truly was a princess ripe for worship and the world could either kiss her feet and deal with it or try it’s best to look away.

Until one time she took it too far.

It was a stream like any other as Amy ran her mouth on camera. Once more she shamelessly ratted out her step brother’s foot fetish as she told the story of him pathetically staring at her feet as she exited the shower. Only this time it was Amy who’d be humiliated.

Secretly watching the stream in the room next to her, Derik had enough. It was time someone put that brat of a step sister in her place and he was going to do just that. Instantly he got to his feet and barged his way into her room. Their parents weren’t expected back until late, it was time for revenge.

“Get out of here loser! Can’t you see I’m work-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP!!” Amy shrieked as Derik didn’t even wait for her to get the first sentence out. In a blink of an eye he was able to snag both her ankles and lock them with one arm, leaving his other free hand to go to town on her.

Amy’s perfect feet, fully on display for him, and this time it was her feeling helpless. Derik’s fingers worked faster then his own brain as they danced ceaselessly over her soft pale skin. Her bratty squeals filling the room as she struggled and tried to apologize, but he was having none of it. Not only that, but neither was the chat.

To Derik’s shock and absolute pleasure, it seemed the viewers had no issue with their regularly scheduled programming being interrupted. In fact, they seemed to enjoy this more then anything else. The bratty Bitch with the perfect soles finally getting what she deserved, a tickling of a life time.

Hundreds of donations came flooding in. All of them requesting their own ideas for how she should pay, how long she should be tickled, and if he should even stop at all. Though Derik needed no added input to act out his twisted ticklish revenge, he was happy to give the people what they wanted. Amy’s feet. Tickled beyond all reason. No way to escape, and no one willing to help her. The princess was fucked.

———meanwhile——

Andre looked at his phone almost slack jawed. He was demanded to watch the stream live by his girlfriend, but was never expected a show like this. He tried to hide his phone as Tessa came to hand him the blunt, but was too late to stop her from seeing.

“Yo, is that your bitch?” His curvy friend asked with an amused smirk on her face. “She ok?”

Andre’s face was a mixture of confusion and amusement, not really sure how to answer that question. “.... Honestly? I have no clue.”

“Well... do you think you should help her?” She asked as the brat’s laughs filled the room from Andre’s phone. Her useless begging falling on def ears as Derik got to work with his feather.

Andre thought for a second on just that. Instead, he decided to toss a couple bucks into the stream to keep it going. “Pfff, no. Now hand me the blunt! Haha!”

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