A morning in the tickle dungeon

Diana knows where she's going and leads you to the playrooms, going straight to the one she's chosen. It's not until she opens the door that you realize it's the tickle **** room, which surprises you. Although she said it was one of her favourites last night at dinner, you're not particularly ticklish and you doubt she means to switch. Then you notice Fuckholes quail in apprehension and deduce that she is the intended victim.

The dungeon is less noisy than you might expect, because the slaves are being tickled so intensely that they can barely breathe, let alone laugh. Different types of bondage apparatus and tickling instruments are arranged around the room, with only a handful in use. Your mistress chooses an upright bondage board and orders you to help her restrain Fuckholes, who whimpers with distress.

"Please, miss Diana, not tickling. I can't bear it," she begs, whilst you tighten the straps passing through slots in the board.

"I know. You told me yesterday," your lover replies, pulling the singleton's legs further apart, so she's suspended in a wide saltire. It's now far too late for Fuckholes to back out, and from the expression on her face, she realizes it.

Throughout the resort, owned subs like you are the responsibility of their owners, so it's up to Diana whether you get a safe word or not. In most of the playrooms, unclaimed slaves such as Fuckholes automatically get a safe word, but not here, your Rulebook sense tells you. In this room, there's no escape until she's released.

Several vibrators are available to tease or **** tickle sluts to orgasm, but your mistress ignores them, along with the faux feathers, brushes, combs, pointers and other paraphernalia, in favour of her delicate fingernails. At her behest, you add your own fingers, exploring your victim's belly and sides. She shakes as peals of helpless laughter spill from her lips, but she's so tightly bound that only her breasts jiggle.

Diana stops for a moment to add a blindfold, just like she did to you, was it only yesterday? It seems far longer. Then she returns to tickling.

"No more, no more, please stop, ple—" Then Fuckholes loses the power of speech, her body convulsed by silent guffaws.

"Mind if we join in?"

Your mistress welcomes the tanned couple, about your age. She's collared, but he's the one with whip marks on his back, so you guess they're both switches. The girl kneels down and starts tying Fuckholes' toes back with string, while the guy selects a plastic fork to torment the helpless submissive.

Tears are running down her cheeks and you can see her muscles strain under her skin when Diana starts to play with her ribs, grinning happily. You can feel your eyelids drooping again and for the second time, you nearly drop off to sleep standing up. Jerking back to wakefulness, you diligently resume tickling, but your mistress has noticed your distraction.

"Need a lie down, Jenna?"

"N-no, mistress," you respond, although you really could do with a rest. "I can manage."

"Come on, you can do the next activity I've planned horizontal."

She picks up the bag and tosses it to you. In your exhausted state, you barely manage to catch it. Then, she spins you bodily around and pushes you towards the door. Behind you, a couple more guests take your places to tickle the attractive helpless woman you've left.

"Are we coming back to collect her later, mistress?"

"No, I don't think so, Jenna. She was fun for a bit, but this holiday is about us. It's time somebody else enjoyed her."

"Thank-you, mistress." You couldn't agree more.