He Wants to try something else.....

When the skin of Alida's soles, boobies and pussy had been properly prepped, Master Payne withdrew the Slapping Strap and retreated back to his tool bench, allowing time for the stinging feeling to sink into her skin.

"Wait! That's it? Come on, Steffan [which was his real name]! Punish me some more!" Alida begged.

"Oh, your punishment is only just beginning, Highness," Master Payne responded ominously, "That was just to sensitize your skin for the real **** yet to come."

Master Payne picked up some items from the tool bench and turned back to Alida. "There is no more excruciating, no more effective **** to inflict on a sexy, naked, helpless minx like you.... than TICKLING!" As he said the last word, Master Payne whipped out a pair of stiff turkey feathers, twirling them menacingly in his fingers.

Alida's eyes widened! So that's what the Queen told him! She only ordered this punishment done to Alida when the Princess had really taken things too far! This was the **** Alida feared having done to her the most!

And it was the **** she adored having done to her the most, as well.

At least twice a week, when Master Payne would leave his **** chamber, Alida would sneak down there, in the nude (or sometimes wearing nothing but a pair of high heels), and place herself in a position to be put into bondage, whether it be the foot stocks, the wall manacles, or the rack.

When Master Payne returned, he would find the Princess with her ankles in the bottom half of the stocks, or standing against the wall with her hands reaching up to the manacles, or with her wrists and ankles bound to the rack awaiting for the wheel to be turned to draw her body taut.

And each time, she would look at him seductively and say, "I've been such a bad, bad girl. Please tickle me."

Master Payne knew every ticklish spot on Alida's body quite intimately, and would have her pleading for mercy within seconds. Mercy which would never come. He would tickle and tickle and tickle her for hours and hours, even keeping a bottle of smelling salts on hand for when she passed out.

***

And now, Master Payne was about to apply his tickling ministrations on her again. And after that session with the Slapping Strap, her feet, boobies and pussy were going to be even more tickle-sensitive than usual.

"Oh no! Not that!" Alida begged, struggling rather unconvincingly in the **** seat, "Please! A-hahahahahaha-anything but that!"

As Alida knew, her begging only egged Master Payne on with his tickling. With a look of total lust in his eyes, he brought the feathers over and began tickle-caressing them on her...