Friends and Foes

Original Title: Friends and Foes (F/M, armpits, cuck)

Original Author: Switches

Original Publishing date: May 31, 2026

Source: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/friends-and-foes-f-m-armpits-cuck.470040/

“I mean, I can fuck other men whenever I want.” I felt my heart skip a beat as the words exited her mouth. It was true, of course; Claire and I did in fact have such an arrangement. Despite being my girlfriend, she was free to see whomever she pleased, whenever it pleased her. That was agreed upon, set in stone, a universal truth. But to say it in front of Ashley and Beck—her two friends from college, two women I barely knew, much less trusted with such information—that was something else entirely. I laughed half-heartedly, trying to play it off as some kind of strange joke. But based on the reactions from the two girls present, I did a poor job.

“Oh.” Ashley said, blushing a bit. “That’s…very progressive of you.” She took a sip of her wine and looked off into the distance, no doubt trying to avoid making eye contact. She was a petite little thing, probably no more than five feet tall. Freckles, red hair cut into a short bob, with a slight, almost elven face. I appreciated her defusal of the situation. Maybe I had an out, I thought. Maybe they would interpret my girlfriend’s comment as some kind of new-age play on polyamory, that she and I were just in an open relationship. Still a bit odd to bring up at a friendly gathering, but not so out of the ordinary that my reputation would be completely destroyed. I hung onto that small shred of hope as Beck opened her mouth.

“So he’s a cuck?” She stated bluntly. My stomach did somersaults as the word exited her lips. She had none of the blushing modesty that Ashley displayed; she looked me right in the eyes as she spoke, neutrally, a look of slight disgust under-riding her words. She was quite a different sight in more ways than one—5’11”, a shaved head, muscular arms and shoulders, a septum piercing. Covered in tattoos from head to toe, with two bushy, black patches of hair adorning her underarms. She was an “alt girl”, for lack of a better descriptor. A bit of a hippy, a bit of a punk, a proud masc lesbian who was unabashedly unafraid of what others thought of her. Beck always shot straight, which in this case, was very bad for me. I tried to formulate some response that could save face for me, but the words just wouldn’t come.

“U-uh..I…” I blubbered.

“Yep.” Claire said proudly, her hand resting on my thighs. “She’s my submissive little cuckold girlfiend.” She shot me a look, a sweet innocent glance. “Isn’t that right, honey?” I could only gape at her in response, horrified that she was sharing this information publicly. There was a moment of silence in the group—before Beck threw back her head and laughed, with Ashley blushing harder and putting a hand to her mouth to halt her own giggles.

“Jesus christ, dude.” Beck said between laughs. “I knew you were whipped, but like…damn. She’s really got you down bad, huh?” She chuckled again, with Claire joining her this time.

“Wow.” Ashley added. “I mean, I’ve heard of that, but..wow.” She covered her mouth again, now clearly stifling amusement. Seeing the pain in my eyes, she quickly tried to calm herself. “Sorry, Ben. I’m not trying to—it’s just that, well, it’s not everyday that—you know.” She let it hang there, the implication that what we were doing was shameful and wrong, which…I mean, I saw her point. I tried to shrink down into the lawn chair, hoping to disappear among the flames of the bonfire we were sat around. Unfortunately, it did not seem to work.

“It’s fine, sweetie.” Claire responded. “I know it’s atypical. But it works for us. Now take the drink.” She patted me on the leg loving, smiling as if she had just revealed we were moving in together. The drink. Why now? But despite being shocked by the nonchalance of her admission—we certainly had not agreed to make our arrangement public, I took the drink. I went from a 5’11 guy into a 4’10 woman. I could feel my cheeks turning crimson even before Beck made her next cutting comment.

“Wait, so like…when did this happen? Were you always letting your girl fuck other guys, or do you let the guys fuck both of you?” She sneered the comment at me, clearly insinuating her distaste for my position. I wanted to curl up into a ball and die.

“Nah, it’s pretty recent.” Claire said casually. “Must have been…I don’t know, a month after I put the cage on and made her drink the X-Change?” She addressed the latter half of the question to me, like asking what I wanted for breakfast.

“Woah!” Beck exclaimed. “Cage!? You mean?” She raised her eyebrows. Claire nodded emphatically. I immediately glanced her way with pleading eyes. Babe. Please, not that. Anything but that. She only winked at me in response. Beck threw her head back and practically screamed with laughter, while Ashely, poor sweet, innocent Ashley, only looked confused. “Get the fuck out of here! You have her in chastity?” She clapped her hands together. “Girl, I need to learn from you, seriously. How in the fuck did you manage to convince her to do that?” My mind was on fire with humiliation. My deepest, darkest secrets were just revealed with absolutely no care. “All the perks of a girlfriend, but you get to sleep around? That is fucking awesome, you are seriously a queen.” Even worse was my complete lack of agency on how to proceed. I felt like I could say nothing, do nothing to save this situation. I could only sit helplessly while Claire continued.

“Oh, it was her idea, actually.” She said with a smile. “The chastity I mean, not the cucking. And yes, we have both lesbian and traditional three-ways. But after a month of no cumming, I think she would have done anything I asked. Including taking X-change and letting me strap this round ass.” She took a gulp of her own wine, finishing off the glass and reaching for bottle. “It’s really Ben who you should be asking, not me.” Beck turned her gaze to me, a steely, unflinching stare that perfectly communicated her feelings about me without a word. You’re fucking pathetic, her eyes said. And you know, given the circumstances, I couldn’t actually disagree.

“Well then, Ben. I’m all ears.” She said, interlocking her fingers behind her head.” Tell me why you asked Claire to lock your pussy up? You really want her to fuck other dudes that bad? Or are you bi and love being buttfucked yourself?”

“Wait, I’m sorry, I—“Ashley interjected sweetly. “I don’t mean to pry, but…chastity? What exactly is that?” She batted her eyelashes at me. In response, Claire just leaned over and tapped a fingernail against my crotch. Tap tap. Unmistakably the sound of plastic on metal. Beck’s eyes went wide at the same time as mine.

“B-babe!” I gasped.

“Oh, hush.” She replied playfully. “They would have found out sooner or later. Besides,” She leaned in close to me, exposing her cleavage. “You said I can do whatever I want with you, remember?” She winked at me before returning to her newly filled wine glass. As a thousand humiliated thoughts ran through my mind, the conversation lit up between the three women around me, almost as if I wasn’t even there.

“Holy shit!” Beck wheezed. “sHEe’s locked up right now? You fucking pervert!”

“Wait, wait.” Ashley said with disbelief in her eyes. “You mean, there’s a cage on her…you know.”

“Pussy?” Beck offered.

“Well, yeah.” Ashley glanced at Claire. “So, you have the key I imagine? It’s a sex thing?”

“I mean, lack there of, in this case.” Claire responded with a giggle. “She doesn’t get to fuck me anymore. I fuck her. Just strap to the pussy and ass & pits and feet for my girl.” I couldn’t even hope to keep up with divulge of information coming out of Claire’s mouth. I just sat there, sinking ever deeper in my chair, trying to disassociate from the hell of humiliation I found myself in.

“God damn!” Beck exclaimed. “We are getting some Ben lore! Not only is she a caged bi slut, she also gets off to armpits and feet!? Jesus Christ—they really broke the ‘loser virgin’ mold with you, huh?” She looked at me again, a smirk on her lips but with eyes full of contempt. “I always knew you were a little bitch, but this is crazy. I mean, you get off to armpits—” Suddenly, she came to a realization. She lowered her arms from above her head, clamping down on her exposed pits. “Trying to get a free show, huh?” Her eyes narrowed. “Fucking hell, dude. Can’t trust even little bitches for shit these days.”

“NO!” I replied desperately. “I-I wasn’t—“

“Don’t worry, Beck.” Claire came to my rescue. “I don’t think she likes hairy pits. Doesn’t seem to, anyway. You should be fine.”

Beck relaxed a little. “Good. Don’t want your girlfiend cumming in her—pfft.” She snickered. “—cage, I guess.” She put her arms back up, revealing the thick bushes of black hair that would put any man to shame. “Still though.” She added. “Eyes off, slut.” I immediately averted my gaze, like a scolded child caught stealing from the cookie jar.

“Hold on a minute, I am fully lost.” Ashley demanded. “So…she’s still your girlfiend, right?”

“Correct.” Claire replied.

“But you two don’t…make love?” Ashley asked, awestruck. “You just…what? Let her lick your feet and armpits? And you are the man using a…toy between legs….and cheeks?” She seemed repulsed by the idea. I prayed Claire wouldn’t respond.

“Yup.” Claire responded. “She gets so turned on as a girl. she has a huge foot and armpit fetish, so, you know. When she does cum, which is not particularly often these days, she has to get herself off from humping my feet.” She winked at me again. “If you got it, flaunt it, right girls?” They all laughed this time, and I couldn’t help but feel like it was at my expense. “It started about two months ago.” Claire continued. “He’s been begging to lick my pits and toes since we met, so I finally let her do it. After a while, she asked me to lock her pussy up, you know, control her orgasms and all that. she wanted me to tease her for a few days at a time—let her give me foot massages, stretch my arms above my head while I wore tank tops and all that. And that sounded hot to me, you know? Like, have a man worship you, have that control over him. So I did it. And it’s been good for both of us, I think.” She pinched my cheek, now probably as red as a tomato. “Wasn’t look before I decided I like the idea of him as a woman. Turns out, men are pretty easy to control if you remove access to their pleasure. Plus, I have some more…creative punishments for her, if she ever disobeys me.” Fucked. I thought. I am well and truly fucked. There was a slight chance that Ashley would keep this to herself, but Beck? Literally no chance what so ever. And with that “punishment” comment, I feared that even more of my humiliating secrets would be coming to light soon. As if on cue, Beck asked her next question.

“Punishments? You mean, other than watching you fuck another man or for her to be fucked by one?” She sneered at me. She was equal parts amused and disgusted. I could see the disdain she held for me, the loss of any respect she might have had. I couldn’t even blame her.

“Actually, if you don’t mind me asking, Ben.” Ashley inquired, “How do you…you know…feel about that?” She blushed heavily. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, I’m just curious, is all.”

“Correction.” Claire added. “She does have to answer that.” She turned to me with a sadistic grin. “Well, baby? What runs through that mind of your when you’re watching me take another man’s dick? All the while knowing you will take his, while you’ll never fuck me again, but I will fuck you hard?” To add insult to injury, Beck and Claire started laughing at my clear discomfort. Even Ashley couldn’t help but giggle. I knew I had to respond, but I just couldn’t bring myself to say anything. Instead, my jaw just hung open stupidly. After about ten second of silence, Claire stood up from her chair and circled behind me.

“Fine, then sweetie. If you won’t answer, why don’t I show them your favorite punishment? That should motivate you some. Arms up.” She commanded.

Sheer panic set in. “Wait, baby, please.” I begged. “I’ll be good, I’ll answer the question. Not in front of them…” My female voice came out as a high pitched whine. Both Beck and Ashley leaned forward in their chairs with a glint in their eyes, clearly intrigued about what my punishment would entail.

“Arms. Up.” Claire repeated, sternly this time. “Or it’s another week in the cage. And caning and I will pimp you out for butt fucking.” I wanted to refuse, to stand up and run away, free from the judgmental eyes of Beck, from the innocent yet equally humiliating curiosity of Ashley. But where would that leave me? I would just be somewhere else with a locked up pussy, trapped in the girl body, unable to cum until I did what my girlfriend asked. Reluctantly, I raised my arms towards the sky, revealing my smooth, hairless underarms. Claire’s fingers immediately slipped inside. Her sharp nails scratched relentlessly in my pit hollows, eliciting a shrill screech from my mouth as the ticklish sensations ran rampant through my body.

“EEEEHAHAHA!” I screamed, desperately trying to keep my arms in the air. “Baby, plehe-HEHEHEASE!”

Beck burst out laughing in response to my torture. Ashley joined her, a look of immense enjoyment apparent on her face. “Coochie coochie, baby.” Claire said in her most patronizing baby voice. “Ticklish little girls get punished when they’re bad, don’t they? They get their tickly-little pits played with!” I could see Ashley watch on with a curious fascination, perhaps even a hint of color coming to her cheeks.

“It’s kind of…cute.” She giggled. “I mean, I’m sorry Ben, seems like you hate it, but…” She leaned forward, elbows on her knees. “I mean, I can’t stop smiling. You’re making such silly sounds!”

“Uh oh! Do you hear that, baby?” Claire teased. “My friends like watching you squirm. I’m happy to oblige them, of course.” She intensified the speed of her nails, lightly scratching along every inch of my exposed armpits. “Answer their question, and maybe I’ll give you a break.”

I lasted less than five seconds before breaking. “I hehehate it! It makes me—EEK! It makes hehehe jealous! It drives MEHEHE crazy to—HAHAHA! To see her with another man! AAH!”

“Hmmm.” Claire pondered, twirling her index fingers into my hollows. “What else? Do you like seeing how big they are? Do you ever long to have them inside you, the ones I don’t let have you? Does it make you sad how loud I am with them, how much I moan their name?” She switched back to all five fingers, digging into my pit flesh with ten pointed tips. “Do you ever get embarrassed that they and I can make you cum with ours?” As the questions came one after another, a horrible feeling started rising in my pussy. Despite myself, I felt it began to leak in its prison. That was the truly insidious thing about all this. Somehow, someway, the idea that this was all somewhat arousing had wormed its way into my brain. She knew this, of course; she saw the way I leaked in my cage as she took a man in her mouth. She noticed the subtle twitching in my thighs when she complemented the size of her bull’s, how my eyes could never leave her pussy as she came inside her, how I burned every time she complimented their size, every time she reminded me that my pussy was for her to pound now. It made it all that much more humiliating, more invasive that there was a part of me that got off to it. What the fuck is wrong with me? The thought went ricocheting around my brain. Has she brain washed me? Did she turn me into a pathetic cuck that gets off on watching other, better men pleasure her girlfriend? Or me? Or is this just the way I am? My mind turned to the phrase that Claire had repeated over and over the last few months: Only real men get pussy. You don’t deserve it. Or to be one. And every time I heard it, as crushing as it was arousing, I felt myself starting to believe it a little more, as if she was wearing me down, molding me to fit the shape of her whims. Turning me into a man that enjoyed being destroyed. The simple fact of the matter was, there was pleasure buried deep within this pain. Yet in this moment, there was only suffering. The ticklish sensations were truly hell, a feeling from which I derived no pleasure what so ever. The fact that this punishment was so public, that I could watch in real time as two women lost all respect for me, made it all the worse.

“EHEHEHE!” I couldn’t take anymore. I brought my arms down to my sides, trapping Claire’s fingers in my pits. She kept wiggling them, pushing me into further hysterical giggles.

“Awww, baby.” She frowned. “That’s another week of no cumming, I’m afraid. Too bad, I’ve almost forgotten what your pussy looks like.” She gave one last wiggle of her fingers, as if to emphasize her point, and then withdrew. She plopped back into her seat, resting a hand on my thigh.

“B-but.” I stammered. “I answered the—“

“Shh.” She commanded. “No arguments. I said your arms had to stay up. Thems the rules, darling, you know that.” She gave me a wink. “It’s not so bad. Only a month total until you cum again.”

“What?” I replied incredulously, a pit forming in my stomach. “But, I was only at two weeks? Why a month, I can’t—I can’t last that long again.” I whined hopelessly.

“Oh, I added another week for looking at Beck’s armpits.” Claire responded nonchalantly. “For a pit fetishist, that’s almost cheating, darling. You should know better.” My face went white with shock, as Beck clapped her hands together triumphantly. I hadn’t gained the slightest bit of satisfaction from seeing those forests of dark hair—on the contrary, I found them to be disgusting. They reminded me of the muscled, hairy men that Claire paraded through our bedroom. The images were burned into my mind; their arm draped above their head as they lay with my girlfriend, her head nestled on her chest. The sweat from their underarms pooling onto my pillowcase, a stupid grin on their face as they relish in their post-coital bliss. It was just another thing I had been stripped off, the right to body hair. The fact that Beck so proudly displayed hers made me feel like even less of a man, if such a thing was possible.

“Hey, cuck.” Humiliatingly, I actually looked in her direction, now apparently responding to that term. She threw her arms up over her head with a smirk, revealing her bushy pits. My eyes were drawn to them by instinct, my face contorting first into a grimace at the sight of them, then quickly into a shocked gasp as I realized what she was doing. I hastily threw up a hand, attempting to shield my eyes from the sight of them, but it was already too late.

“A month and one week.” Claire added gleefully. “Tsk tsk. You really can’t help yourself, can you? You’re such a little armpit pervert, huh darling?”

“Wait, wait! Please, baby!” The desperation contorted my voice into something sniveling and weak, the kind of driveling plea that could never be respected by another human. I bent over, placing my head in Claire’s lap in an almost dog-like sign of obedience. Beck’s triumphant laugh echoed in my ears as I struggled to come to terms with what would be my longest denial yet. A month and a week. A month and one week of no orgasms. My pussy start to ache after three days of teasing. The panic started to set in. Over a month of feet in my face while Claire got her brains fucked out by our next door neighbor. A month of licking the sweat off her armpits after her ex-boyfriend makes her cum four times in a row. A month of seeing her wear her skimpiest outfits around the house, made to massage her feet, watch her bathe, watch her pleasure herself with a vibrator, all the while having no way to release the building arousal in my own useless prick. My cheeks burned crimson as I shielded my face with my hands. Claire put a hand on my head, tussling my hair playfully. I could feel the energy running through her. She was feeding off my humiliation; I could feel her pleasure radiating off her in waves, sense the massive, heartfelt smile on her face as she gazed down at me.

“Awww.” She cooed softly. “Poor baby. My poor little girl.” Equal parts sadistic cruelty and genuine love poured off her as she spoke. I had to fight against contrary impulses, wanting nothing more than to nuzzle myself further into her embrace, while at the same time recoil away in disgust. “Look at me, sweetie.” She purred. I knew better than to let the command go unheeded. I removed the hands from my face and met her gaze. She smiled, crinkling her nose and squinting her eyes the same way she did when she held a puppy. She planted a small, tender kiss on my forehead. There was moment of real solace there, as our eyes locked. Despite my predicament, despite my impending suffering, I truly felt held in that instant. Like it would all be ok, like she really did love me, care for me, treasure me. “Darling.” She said, cupping my face gently with her hands. “Look.” She guided my face to the left—

—where Beck’s open, hairy pit was a mere foot away from my face.

“Ah!” I screamed, shutting my eyes closed and attempting to jerk my face away. I could smell her from here, the stench of sweat palpable even with the evening breeze. The illusion of love was shattered as Claire’s hands held firm, keeping my face locked in place.

“Fucking perv!” Beck yelled with mock indignation. “Trying to get off on my armpits. And right in front of your girlfriend, too. You really are a loser. Bet you’ll flick off to this later, huh?” She snickered. “All men should have one to lock up their things, if you ask me. The world would be a better place.. Shame about that girly round ass of yours, it looks fuckable.”

“That’s another week.” Claire said, placidly. I struggled a bit harder to move my head, but she wouldn’t let it budge an inch. My eyes remained glued shut, knowing full well that they were all that stood between me and an increased prison sentence. “Open your eyes, baby.” There was no winning. I immediately understood the nature of my predicament. I could keep my eyes shut, and have access to my privates further removed. I could open my eyes, be met with a disgusting, sweaty tangle of armpit hair dangling in front of me, and then meet the same fate. It was difficult disobeying Claire; she had trained me well, after all. But in this instance, I decided to accept my fate, sans hairy armpits. I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter. “Baaaaaby.” She warned. “Are you going to be naughty? You remember what happens to naughty girls, don’t you?” She spoke with a sing-song lilt, playful, yet stern.

“I-I can’t.” I whimpered. “Her armpit is still there. You’ll punish me anyways.” Claire just sighed.

“Have it your way. Ashley? Could you come over here?” I heard the shuffling of feet on grass as Ashley approached. Uh oh. “Could you just—you know?”

“Oh.” Ashley replied. “Oh! I mean…are you sure? It’s ok for me to—“

“Of course it is, girl!” Came Claire’s enthusiastic response. “I saw how much you were enjoying her reactions before. Have at it!” The realization hit me a mere second before Ashley’s nails.

“AHAHAHHEHE!” I screeched as her fingers traversed my ribs, spidering up and down. “Ashley! Plea-HEHEASE!” She pinched and eroded, slipping a finger into my armpit before traveling back down to my stomach. A bit of midriff poked out from my shirt, and she raked her nails across it with abandon. “NO! I c-can’t! Stahahahap!” My girlish shrieks did nothing but embolden her, the giggles pouring out of her mouth as easily as my own. My nipples were rock hard.

“Cootchie cootchie cootchie coo!” Her glee was apparent. “I’m sorry Ben! You’re just so—“ She snorted. “You’re so pathetic! I can’t help myself.” My body started to spasm, desperate to escape the onslaught. Ashely grabbed one of my wrists, wrenching me back towards her so I didn’t fall to the ground.

“Don’t stop until her eyes are open, Ash.” Claire instructed. “Let’s make it an even two months, yeah?” My heart jumped into my throat as the ticklish sensations became more and more unbearable, the rape of my body as I was forced to feel a sensation that I despised. The smell of Beck’s pits became stronger, and I was acutely aware of a presence near my face.

“Don’t open your eyes, cuck.” Beck threatened. “I’ll shove your face right in if you open your eyes.” I had to stifle a gag as I imagined that forest of hair brushing up against my lips. “I just worked out, and I’ve been sweating in this heat. I smell bad right now, loser. Don’t open your eyes.”

“Open your eyes, baby.” Claire cooed.

“Tickle-tickle!” Ashley teased.

“Time for my pits, cuck.” Beck threatened.

Their words started to blend together as I became over stimulated. Tickles, sweat, armpits, aching balls, threats, tickles, teasing, tickles, orders, tickles—My mind started to go blank, entering a new level of submissiveness I didn’t think was possible. It felt as though I didn’t have a choice, like my body was following a command that my brain did not issue. My eyes flicked open. I immediately wished that they hadn’t. I did gag this time, I retched at the sight and stench of the massive, hair filled pit now a mere inch from my face. Claire kept me there, my face locked in a vice grip. To my horror, Ashley’s fingers kept up their assault.

“N-no! Ashley, I looked, I lohahahoked!” I choked out a plea for mercy. Tickle tickle tickle tickle. Her nails continued to run up and down the length of my ribs, fluttering into my armpit and stomach whenever they got the inclination.

“That’s another week. Two whole months, baby!” Claire cheered. “That’ll be a new record!”

“Babhahahb!” I blubbered out gibberish. My brain was completely short circuiting, full of disgust, fear, and the horrible tickling sensation that I would do nearly anything to stop. “Bahahahaby! I did it! Please!” Tears started to form in my eyes. I didn’t even care about two months of chastity anymore—I just wanted to be free from Beck and her stinking, manly pits, Ashley and her horrid, manicured nails. Hot, wet droplets started to fall down my cheeks as it became clear that wasn’t about to happen.

“Hey, Claire. How much time would you add if she actually touched my armpit? That would be, like, uber-bad, right?” No. Please. Dread became the only salient thought in my mind.

“Hmmm.” She pondered the question, tapping a fingernail against her chin thoughtfully. “I guess another month?” She said it so nonchalantly, as if it weren’t a death sentence. Beck just laughed, a sharp, hacking snarl that chilled me to the bone.

“You’ve never gonna see your little pussy again, loser.” Her thick arm wrapped around my head, and my world became sweat and musk. Her hair was scratchy and tangled, and it worked its way into my nose, in-between my lips, enveloping every fold and crease of my face. It brought with it sweat, and stench, her scent so overpowering that it forced its way right into my brain. I fell backwards, my body viscerally rejecting the experience. To the ground I tumbled, trying desperately to flail my way free. Beck followed me there, landing on top of me as my back slammed into the grass, wrapping me up in a headlock, pushing my face even deeper into her waiting armpit. One arm was pinned painfully under my own weight—the other anemically grasped for freedom before being clamped down by Becks tree-trunk like leg, pinning it in place. I struggled there for a moment, unable to breath anything but armpit-tainted air.

“Three months it is then. And if you don’t stop touching her pit in the next ten seconds…” Claire let the threat hang there.

“Are you going to let her up in nine seconds, Beck?” Ashley asked innocently. The three women shared a laugh. I have never felt this low. I thought, I would rather watch Claire get railed then be here right now.

“What am I going to do with such an incorrigible, perverted, armpit freak of a girlfiend?” Claire feigned exasperation. “I’ll have to think of a suitable punishment for you, darling, chastity notwithstanding.”

“I could tickle her some more?” Ashley added, helpfully.

“That sounds great, Ash. You do that.” I groaned into Beck’s tangle hair as the nails resumed their dirty work. My body started to convulse, the tears began streaming anew, mixing with her sweat, but Beck held firm.

“Look at the time! How it gets away from me.” Claire exclaimed. “Look, I’d love to stay and chat ladies, but I doooo have a little date planned tonight. You’ll keep an eye on my cuck, won’t you?”

“Gladly.” I don’t know if it was Beck or Ashley that responded; not that it mattered anyway. “Who is it?”

“Oh, this guy from Ben’s work. his name’s Mark; I’ll send you pics later, he’s really handsome. Right Ben? But anyway girls, mind keeping track of how much extra cage time she needs? Remember, he’s not allowed to touch your pits or feet, ok?”

“You got it, girl. Go get you some.” Ashley replied.

“You’re my fucking hero, honestly.” Beck chortled. “Don’t you worry about little Benny. We’ll keep her company.” Her armpit tightened around my face like a vice.

“Great! Love you girlies! See you later, this was soooo much fun! Mwah mwah!” I felt her tussle my hair. “See you later tonight, ok sweetheart? Just uber home or something once they’re done playing with you. Mark is staying the night, so try not to wake us. Byyyeee!” I heard footsteps receding into the distance, though I barely registered them. Ashley began tracing circles in my wide-open armpit, sending new waves of laughter and pleas into Beck’s sweaty pit hair. It was hell on earth.

“Hey, Ash.” Beck grinned. “Wanna help me get these boots off?” “YES!” Before I could register her comment, I was naked, saved the chastity belt and bound to the bed. Beck and Ashley took in my female body. “Wow, she is adorable.” “A tiny ticklish bitch. Exactly as she should be.” Sneered Beck. “Does the belt still allow…well…us taking her there?’ Beck grinned. “You get her feet, leave her ass to me.”

PERSPECTIVE CHANGE

“So Mark, I was wondering how you felt about anal?’ Mark looked at her like he had just won the jackpot. “So my girlfriend loves anal and I was wondering how you would feel about a spitroast?” Mark was too stunned to react when Claire show him her iphone pics of her taking a tiny, big breasted blonde with a deep strap-on in her roundness. “And she is grade A ticklish to boot.” Mark could not nod fast enough as they made their way to the guestroom.

PERSPECTIVE CHANGE

“Hey girls. How is my slave?” I was going wild as Ashley explored my tiny feet with glee, while Beck was wriggling across my partly exposed butt cheeks. “She is so TICKLISH!” exclaimed a gleeful Ash. “Yeah, she is a sensitive bitch!” “Well girls, Mark want to help me spitroast her. Can you come back another day?” Both girls nodded and thanked Claire. Beck gave me a horrid smirk as she left. “Now honey, if I agree to lift your 4 months, will you take Mark’s cock in that fabulous booty of yours?”