Refusal to learn

"NOOOOOO!!!!" Mike screamed as she woke up in the room. She sobbed hysterically, pulling her knees to herself. "One Man." "PLEASE!!!! Let every woman I was ever with fuck my girl ass silly! Please no men! Men are vile! Pllleeasse, have mercy!" she bawled. "Very close."

New Workout Plan FFF/F

Sherbet Riley

Nov 20, 2022

https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/new-workout-plan-fff-m.465276/

Callie groaned as She attempted to will her body into action. Everything was sore, even after six months of “self improvement.” Yesterday had been her rest day, and a glorious one at that. She’d stayed in bed and watched four movies in a row, ate leftover chicken and rice for dinner. But today she could not stay in bed, despite her body’s best efforts to keep her there.

There had been a time when Callie would have happily given up and spent the whole day in bed. Ever since She started working from home it had become increasingly common for her to not leave her bedroom until close to noon when her stomach finally compelled her to get up and eat.

She’d gotten the job straight out of university, exactly as Callie predicted She would. After all, She’d worked for the same company as an unpaid intern the previous summer. At the time her friends had gently teased her about being broke and living off of frozen dumplings. But Callie was knowledgable, hungry, and had made a good impression on her superiors in her time as an intern. The people who interviewed her fondly remembered her Bulldog tie, her red skirt, attention to detail, and punctuality. Over the years, Callie became a dependable presence in the office and her hard work saw her promoted twice in five years. Of course, she had larger ambitions, but these people had been good to her and the money was right, especially for someone so young.

Then the company realized they could save quite a bit of money on office space by shifting everyone to remote work.

For Callie and so Many others, working from home had been a novel and welcome experience, at least at first. All of the things that Callie had disliked about going to work — getting up early, sitting in traffic, dealing with annoying co-workers, more traffic on the way home — had suddenly been removed from the equation. Not only was She saving money on gas, lunch, and dry cleaning, but She had been more productive as well. Within the first month Callie had figured out that She could get pretty much all her work done in about three to four hours, freeing up the rest of her day for video games and attempting viral cooking recipes.

It didn’t take long before the novelty wore off. Callie ran out of video games to play and patience for the dishes. She was often bored and increasingly lonely. Callie hadn’t appreciated just how much of her socializing was done at the bar after work, how Many of her conversations revolved around petty office gossip and weekend retellings. When Callie did see people or receive a call from her parents, She realized She had very little to talk about. All of a sudden it felt as though her life had gotten very small indeed.

Once summer hit, Callie found herself having a beer around 4pm, just before She was officially “off the clock.” As the temperatures rose, this became a 2pm beer. Then a lunchtime beer. Then a morning shower beer.

Callie had never been much of a drinker, but the gradual haze of inebriation brought fresh novelty to her days spent at home staring at the same four walls. She wasn’t getting wasted, necessarily, but She was now actively maintaining a buzz for most of the day. It didn’t take long before She began to notice an effect. When Callie went on dates now her shirts felt too tight and her belt buckle would bite into her waist. She noticed how bloated her face looked on company Zooms and started turning her camera off whenever She could help it.

Her wake up call came when She returned home to her parents’ house for the holidays. Callie had gained nearly forty pounds by that point and could see just how shocked her parents were by her appearance. They didn’t say anything, of course, but they didn’t have to. She’d always been “such a skinny little thing” as her babysitter Diana liked to say whenever she teased her, and her parents were quite slender themselves. It was just the kick in the pants Callie needed.

Like countless others before her, Callie made a bargain with herself. When the new year rolled around and the holiday cookies had been put away, She would fully devote herself to getting her life back on track. Callie was still young, after all. her body could bounce back pretty quickly. Better She start now than in middle age.

In the days leading up to the new year Callie started small: sit ups, push ups, some light yoga for variety. She bought new shoes, a watch that could monitor her heart rate and sleep habits. She stared eating breakfast again and drinking more water. By the time the new year arrived, Callie was practically chomping at the bit to hit the gym and get started.

It was rough going at first. Callie hadn’t appreciated just how out of shape She was. Even the stair master was giving her trouble! This was Callie’s first experience going to a gym since university and She had been more nervous about it than She’d anticipated. But to her pleasant surprise, everyone had been quite friendly. Helpful, even. They were happy to spot her, give her gentle pointers, and encourage her on her journey. It didn’t take long before the community at Callie’s gym filled in for the office in the structure of her life. The gym was now where She went to talk about the movie She saw that weekend, the game, that viral air fryer recipe.

So Callie stuck with it and, much as She had with the drinking, it didn’t take long for her to start seeing results.

Really, She felt it before She saw it. It had gotten easier to get out of bed in the morning. Callie had more energy, a healthier appetite, and even her skin looked better. Over the course of a few months, Callie shed nearly twenty pounds, most of which was a result of her abstaining from alcohol entirely. Next came welcome definition in her arms, her calves. She fit into her old clothes again, had even used some of the money She saved to spring for new ones that better suited her new (and perhaps eventual) physique. She felt even her large breasts had become firmer as Callie was even waking up with erect nipples and wet spots in her smaller g-strings again. Though, if She was being honest with herself, Callie wasn’t positive if that had anything to do with her new exercise regimen or…

During her time working from home, Callie had developed something of a porn habit — not addiction, She insisted to herself. “Habit” sounded dignified, old school, respectable, something William S. Burroughs might have had.

Callie had always been a compulsive masturbator, even before being introduced to the internet. How Many nights had She spent under the covers, pleasuring herself over and over again to thoughts of beautiful women having their way with her. She had long known that she was a lesbian. This had only been exacerbated by the privacy that working from home had afforded her. As She got older, this habit had been tamed some. For much of her adult life Callie had been a morning/night masturbator. In the morning when She awoke and at night before She went to sleep. It was more frequent known for her to go on all fours , her fingers finding those right spots as something brush against her cheeks.

Frustratingly, as She began taking better care of herself physically, Callie found that the women She was attracting were far more interested in being dominated by her rather than dominating her. Ever since She was a teenager, She’d fantasized about surrendering her body and mind to a woAmazon — or women — that knew what She needed better than She did.

These fantasies had only grown more potent since She started spending more time at home.

As She indulged in her fantasies within the privacy of her home, Callie had found herself dreaming bigger. It was no longer just one woAmazon having her way with her, but two, sometimes three. What they did to her varied depending on her mood, but in every instance they were teasing her, talking to her. The women would make her beg for their touch, then scream for them to stop. They were never mean to her, per se, but they talked down to her, condescended to her, babied her. They told her that She was small, that She was helpless, weak. Ticklish. All things Callie believed — and in some cases, knew — to be true about herself deep down.

What made the fantasy so powerful to Callie was how little She needed to be prodded before She broke. While others fantasized about being flogged or spanked to weaken their resolve, making a show of their resistance, Callie got an erotic thrill from just how easy it would be for the women to break her. They didn’t need to hurt her or even be mean to her. All it would take was a few pokes to her tummy and a few hot words breathed into the red shell of her ear.

As vivid as these fantasies became, Callie was astounded by how potent they’d become during this period of actualization. In addition to her newfound discipline with diet and exercise, Callie hoped to ween herself off her dependance on pornography and self-pleasure. She’d read online about the benefits of self-regulation and abstinence. Callie personally thought that a lot of those people were nuts, but She did believe there was something to the idea of taming the Amazonic masturbator within.

Shockingly, Callie found this habit the hardest to break. Masturbation had always been her primary method of self-soothing, the bookends to her day. Making Matters more difficult, was how her new physique had enhanced her already feverish fantasies of ticklish, feeble submission. Before, when She’d been doughy and low-energy, the taunts her imaginary mistresses threw at her were obvious observations, things one could tell at her from a glance, at least in Callie’s mind. But now that She’d lost weight and gained some definition, the teases and taunts cut deeper, aroused her further, because it felt as though they really knew her.

The first few weeks of curbing her most sacred of rituals were the hardest. At first She’d tried going cold turkey. This lasted maybe two days before Callie found herself stuck in traffic and found herself reading erotica on her phone to pass the time. By the time She got home She was so worked up She could barely park straight in her driveway.

Thus Callie began the slow, frustrating process of weening herself off her pleasure habit. First She allowed herself a solitary bean flick per day. Then every other day. By the time Callie began to notice a physical change in herself, She’d winnowed her masturbation down to twice a week — once during the week and once over the weekend. When She did choose to indulge, the process took on something of a ceremonial air.

No longer as dependent on pornography as She used to be, Callie had rediscovered the fertility of her own imagination. It didn’t take much to get her going these days, and besides, her latest fantasies had found a new cast of characters that excited her more than any porn starlet or amateur fetish model ever could.

When Callie first started going to the gym She tried to be as small and anonymous as possible. She didn’t want anyone to notice her form, or lack thereof, as She struggled to get a handle on how all the machines worked and which muscles they strengthened. But her desire to remain anonymous did nothing to dampen her awareness of those around her. It was on her second visit to the gym that She first saw Tricia.

She privately thought of her as the Queen of the Stair Master. It seemed like whenever Callie arrived at the gym Tricia was already there, climbing the stairway of some imaginary skyscraper. Tricia kept her light brown hair in a tight ponytail that would swing this way and that, like a metronome with every step she climbed. Callie would find herself occasionally mesmerized by it, losing count of how Many reps She’d actually completed. Her arms were toned but it was her legs and ass that got the most attention, and not just from her exercises.

Callie had watched numerous men approach her — some more respectful than others — only to be shot down. Truthfully, Callie was relieved to see her rebuff these advances, but not without reflecting on her own chances with Tricia. There was no guarantee that Tricia was into women. But the Adonises failed so, Callie reasoned, maybe she had a chance?

She’d spent much of her rest day thinking of her, idly touching herself without intention during her movie marathon in bed. In Many ways she was her ideal — the girl next door with a bit of a mean streak. Not that rejecting the advances of her fellow gym-goers was “mean” necessarily, but it suggested a backbone and assertiveness that piqued her submissive fantasies.

And now She was struggling to get out of bed. It took her nearly thirty minutes to summon the will to pull herself out of bed.

When Callie arrived at the gym, She was shocked to see that Tricia wasn’t in her usual spot. For the first time since She started working out, it seemed She had arrived before her. Perhaps it was out of a sense of novelty or a desire to feel close to her, but Callie decided to begin that day’s workout on Tricia’s stair master.

Twenty minutes into her hike, a small hand came to rest upon her machine.

“You’re in my spot.”

Though her tone was light and familiar, it was clear she wanted it back.

“Oh, sorry…” Callie huffed, doing her best to look unbothered by her 36th flight of stairs. “I didn’t know.”

“Yes, you did.” Tricia smiled, revealing a set of dimples that made Callie’s knees buzz. “You see me here all the time.”

“Oh, I hadn’t noticed.”

“Sure,” she deadpanned as her eyes scanned her up and down. “What’s your name?”

“Callie.”

“Tricia.”

“I know.”

“So you had noticed.”

Checkmate. If Callie’s cheeks weren’t already flushed from her workout, her blushing would have been painfully obvious.

Tricia took pity on the poor lady and stuck out her hand.

“Pleasure to meet you, Callie.”

There was something in the way she said “pleasure” that made Callie feel dizzy. She told herself it was from the high intensity of her workout on a nearly empty stomach. She took her hand in hers to shake. Upon taking her hand, Tricia suddenly pulled her towards her.

Unprepared and off-balance, Callie stumbled off the stair master. Tricia put her free hand up, bracing it against her chest to keep her from falling. For a split second Callie’s brain malfunctioned, lagging behind reality. Her hand felt cool on her skin, pressing into her already sweat soaked shirt.

“Careful there,” she said, smiling at her mischievously. “First time?”

“No. I’ve tripped lots of times.”

Tricia laughed at this, flashing a set of white teeth. Callie realized this was the first time She’d seen her smile. It felt as though someone had brightened the lights in the room and her heart was racing. And it had nothing to do with the stair master.

“That’s good.”

“No, just honest.”

Tricia smiled at her again, looking her up and down. Callie had never felt this smooth before. Her eyes were simply on Callie’s larger bust. Was She really pulling it off? Was this the magic, newfound confidence that She’d been working toward these past few months? Had her self-perception caught up to her new physique?

Tricia wiped her hand on her pants, ridding her palm of the residual sweat from Callie’s shirt.

“I’ve seen you around here for a little while now. You’ve really made a lot of progress.”

“Really? You think so?”

Callie was momentarily embarrassed. She’d hoped that nobody had seen her during her early visits to the gym, much less remembered them. In truth She had nothing to be ashamed of. This was how progress was made. But out of everyone who might have taken notice of her during this period, She’d have never dreamed that a goddess such as Tricia would ever look her way.

Thankfully, Tricia did not elaborate on what exactly it was she saw of Callie in those early days of training. They chatted pleasantly for a while, casually flirting and exchanging jokes before they both realized just how much time had passed.

“Same time tomorrow?” Tricia asked as the two separated.

“Definitely.” Callie replied.

Callie had the best workout of her life that day. She felt like She could run through a wall. She didn’t even put on her normal workout podcast. The adrenaline and excitement She felt kept her going long after She’d completed her sets, staying at the gym nearly a whole extra hour. By the time She finally left that afternoon, Callie felt as though She could run home.

She could barely sleep that night, replaying her flirtatious conversation with Tricia over and over again in her head. By the time She finally drifted off you’d think She had her smile tattooed on the backs of her eyelids She’d thought about her so much.

The next day, Callie practically bolted out of bed, guided by the north star of her erection. She arrived at the gym practically vibrating from excitement, her eyes scanning for any sign of Tricia.

She didn’t have to look very hard.

Tricia was standing near the vending machine, talking with two women Callie didn’t recognize. One was tall, wearing tight pink leggings and a loose white t-shirt that She’d obviously cut the sleeves off of herself. Her hair was blonde, the darker, sopping strands of which clung to her sweat covered neck. The other was squat, a power lifter, who Callie vaguely recognized. She was sturdy, with muscular arms and thick legs that aggressively pressed her white sneakers into the floor. Her hair was a dark red, the kind of colour Callie had only ever seen in wooden antiques and fabric samples.

Tricia saw her staring and flashed that wonderful smile of hers. The other two women turned around to look at her. There was something disquieting about the way they stared at her, as if though were weighing her like a piece of meat. The taller one had a sharper face, one that suggested family money, while the other one’s was round and welcoming, pleasant.

She waved her over and Callie made a conscious effort to mask her excitement at seeing Tricia again.

“Nikki, Val, this is Callie. She’s the cutie, I was telling you about.”

Callie’s ears suddenly felt hot, and not just because Tricia had been talking about her.

The shorter powerlifter smiled up at Callie with a trusting and patient expression as she stuck out her hand to shake.

“Hi, I’m Val. Nice to meet you.”

“You too. Callie.”

“Oof. Firm handshake you got there, Amazon.”

Callie had never been called “Amazon” before. She didn’t love it.

Turning toward the other woAmazon to introduce herself, Callie suddenly realized just how much taller she was than her. She had to look up to meet her gaze. Callie wasn’t exactly short, but at easily over six feet tall, Nikki, the blonde, dwarfed her. Maybe it was the angle, but there was something predatory in her gaze. Callie imagined that this must be what a mouse saw at night as the owl swooped in to feast.

“Nikki. Pleasure.”

She didn’t extend her hand and Callie instead wiped her now damp palm against the side of her shorts.

“How do you all know each other?”

Tricia and Val giggled as Callie suddenly realized that She’d asked an obvious question.

“Sorry, I meant - “

“Oh, I work here.” Nikki said, gracefully giving Callie an out.

“Yeah, Nikki here is my trainer,” Tricia nodded.

“Mine too,” Val chimed.

“Is that right?” Callie smirked.

“Actually,” Tricia continued, “we were just discussing whether or not you might be a good candidate for our special training program.”

“Special training program?” Callie looked toward Nikki now. She was older than She’d assumed at first glance. Looking up at her now, She saw the soft wrinkles around her eyes, the fading elasticity of the skin across her knuckles.

“The girls are being bashful. It’s sort of my baby.” Nikki shrugged, seemingly shy.

“Come on,” Tricia goaded, “I bet She’d be perfect.”

“Yeah,” Val agreed, “I mean, just look at her!”

Callie wasn’t sure what to make of that last remark and chose to take it as a compliment. She’d come a long way, it was true. Even Tricia could see that.

“What’s the program? Some kind of exercise regimen or a new machine…?” Callie asked, smiling up at Nikki.

“It changed my life,” Val beamed. She was practically licking her lips as her eyes wandered up and down her body. “Seriously, you’re just the kind of lady we’re looking for.”

We?

“What we mean to say is,” Tricia added, “Val and I are real believers in Nikki’s program. I’ve just been seeing how hard you’ve been working and think you’d be a great candidate for her program."

“If you’re interested, that is,” Nikki shrugged.

“Trust me…” Tricia said, putting her hand on Callie’s shoulder, “…you’ll love it.”

Feeling her soft hand on her body once more practically electrified Callie, her knees growing soft as she flashed that winning smile at her once more.

“Well, I don’t see why not,” Callie blurted out. “Let’s get started!”

“Oh no, we can’t do it now,” Nikki clarified, “you’ll have to come back later.”

“Later?” Callie asked. “Like, in an hour or two?”

Val and Tricia chuckled, in on some joke Callie couldn’t grasp. Nikki ignored their titters and looked Callie in the eye.

“It doesn’t quite work that way. I’ll need you to come back later tonight once everyone else has left. Don’t worry, we’ll let you in,” Nikki said.

“Tonight?”

“Trade secrets, you know,” Val chimed in, “proprietary stuff.”

“Uh, sure…” Callie wasn’t entirely convinced but Tricia’s smile and reassuring hand gave her just enough confidence to follow through. Besides, these beautiful women wanted to spend time with her. What did She have to lose?

“What time?”

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Callie spent the rest of the day trying to figure out what exactly She had agreed to. The fact that She had to come to the gym after hours suggested that everything might not quite be on the up and up. But Nikki did work there, and Tricia and Val seemed more than positive it would be worth her trouble.

She arrived at the gym a little before ten at night. She had dinner of chicken thighs and rice before She left the house, well hydrated, for whatever workout was waiting for her. She didn’t want to look foolish in front of Tricia, after all.

The gym was dark, no lights on inside. Callie briefly wondered if maybe She’d gotten something wrong, had arrived too late or too early. But after knocking on the front door, Callie was relieved to see Tricia appear in the dark to let her in.

The first thing Callie noticed was that Tricia wasn’t wearing workout attire, at least not her usual set. Tricia had exchanged her Underarmor sports bra for a white cotton tank top and comfortable, cotton leggings, white ankle socks cocooning her size 9 feet.

“Hey gorgeous,” she greeted her. “Come on in.”

She held the door open for Callie as She stepped inside. She’d never seen the gym so empty before, so quiet. The air was still and dry, the scent of cleaning chemicals and bleach wipes still lingering in the air, no longer intermingled with the musky smell of sweat.

“It’s so quiet,” Callie observed, slightly unnerved by the shadows cast along the wall by the rows of vacant machines.

“Not for long,” Tricia mumbled cryptically.

She led her deeper into the gym and through the door that, up until now, had been for “Employees Only.”

They passed a row of vending machines and through a private locker room for staff before arriving at a sturdy looking red door labeled “Private.”

Tricia took her hand in hers and Callie briefly wondered if She was dead and being escorted to the other side. She gave it a little squeeze.

“Don’t worry. You’ll do great,” she reassured her before rapping on door twice.

“Whooooo iiiiiiiisssssss iiiiiiiitttttt?” Val sing-songed from the other side.

Tricia rolled her eyes but played along.

“Special delivery.”

The door groaned open as Val swung it open. It was made of metal, solid and thick. It must have weighed a ton. Val was much stronger than Callie had anticipated. The results of Nikki’s program, perhaps?

Val was wearing an old school gym outfit, navy sweatpants with a grey sweatshirt emblazoned with the faded crest from a prominent boarding school Callie couldn’t recognize. She looked like a stern, cartoon gym teacher despite her cheery demeanor and Callie found herself oddly aroused by the sight of her.

Through the door, Callie found a private gym. A few machines scattered about the room, which was maybe a third of the size of the gym Callie was familiar with. A leg curl machine, a chest press, a leg extension machine, leg press, etc. What was especially notable, however, were the foam tiles that dotted the walls, held in place by a single nail in an indiscernible pattern. Callie had no idea what those could be for.

Standing in the middle of the gyn was Nikki, dressed in her standard workout gear. In her hand she held a scrap of black fabric.

“Welcome, Callie,” Nikki smiled. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

She extended her hand, holding out the scrap of fabric to her. Upon closer inspection, Callie’s stomach dropped. The scrap of fabric was actually a pair of underwear, practically a loin cloth, that left very little to the imagination.

“Go ahead and put that on.” She wasn’t asking.

Callie looked to Tricia and Val, hoping they might say something. But they didn’t. If anything they seemed impatient. Callie looked at the flimsy underwear, then back to Nikki.

“It’s imperative that your skin is visible during your workout. That way we can actually see the muscle groups you’re working during your exercise.” Nikki added. “Feel free to use the adjoining locker room, if you’re feeling shy.”

Shy was a polite word for what Callie was feeling. There was something about this cadre of imposing women that made her stomach feel uneasy, more out of excitement than fear. Vexingly, the humiliating thought of being caught with stiff nipples aa wet pussy and only served to arouse her further.

Splitting the difference, Callie simply asked…

“C-could you turn around?”

The girls smiled knowingly and complied with Callie’s ask, turning their backs to her as She exchanged her basketball shorts for the flimsy elastic of what was — essentially — a thong.

“Okay. You can turn back around…” Callie said, sheepishly, standing as straight as She could to offset her obvious discomfort as the women turned to her once more.

“And the shirt…” Tricia coaxed, a bit more nicely than the others.

“And the shoes…” Val added, practically licking her lips in anticipation.

“Or do you need us to turn around for that too?” Nikki teased.

After a moment’s hesitation, Callie removed her shirt and shoes. She now stood before them practically naked, her nipples erect in the dim cold of this secret gym. Despite the unorthodox circumstances, Callie did feel oddly powerful. She was in the best shape of her life and this was as good a time to show off her physique as ever, She supposed.

“So,” Callie said, eager to get…whatever this was underway, “shall we get started?”

The three women exchanged a look and smiled at one another.

“Alright,” Nikki nodded, shifting into what sounded like a rehearsed pitch, all the while never taking her eyes off of Callie’s toned body. “Here’s how this will work…”

Nikki gestured theatrically toward the workout equipment while Tricia and Val watched with eager anticipation.

“First we need to establish your baseline, see what you can handle. You’ll be completing seven workout sets. If, for whatever reason you cannot complete your reps, you will be punished.”

“Punished?” Callie asked, “Like…?”

“Incentivized.” Val offered.

“A little motivation never hurt anyone, did it?” Tricia chimed in, playfully. “I thought you were a little more competitive than that.”

She licked her teeth to punctuate her point and Callie felt her ears get a little hot.

“You complete your set and you won’t even have to worry about it. If you can’t complete the required number of reps within the time limit, additional time will be added to your punishment at the end of the course. Do you understand?”

“I…think so?” Callie said. She could swear that She heard the girls snickering behind her.

“Great. First, pull ups. You have 3 minutes to complete 60 pull ups. Your time starts…now!”

A digital clock suddenly flashed to life along the far wall, the severe red digits counting down from 3 minutes.

Callie moved toward the power rack and leapt into the air, her hands grabbing onto the pull-up bar at the head of the machine. her muscles, still a bit sore, burned as She pulled herself up.

“One…” Val counted. “Two…”

Callie was doing well, hauling her body up over and over again. This was an exercise She was comfortable with, one She’d mastered early on in her reinvention. There was no machine to learn, no weights to rack, just hoisting herself up over and over again.

“Three…four…five…” Val continued.

Curious, Callie looked at the countdown clock. She had plenty of time left. If She kept up this pace, She’d be done with plenty of time to spare. Perhaps, She thought in a moment of uncharacteristic pride, She really was in good shape. Maybe other people, people who resembled the “old Callie” needed more time than She did, or perhaps couldn’t even finish. The thought that She was crushing it brought a smile to her face.

“Six…seven…”

At first She thought it was her imagination, but it sounded as if Val’s counting was getting closer. Because of the rubber-tiled floor, She could not make out her footfalls over the sound of her own breathing.

“Eight…”

Callie’s body spasmed, as if shocked, when Val’s fingers made contact with her armpits. The unexpected pressure of her cold digits pressing into her hollows caused Callie to reflexively let go of the pull up bar and drop down. She drew her arms to her sides reflexively, muscle memory from years of being tickled as a child.

“What are you doing?” Callie asked, annoyed. The timer was still counting down, unconcerned with Callie’s halted progress.

“Clock’s ticking…” Nikki said, sternly, making no comment on Val’s intrusion on her exercise.

“But she —?”

Val wiggled her eyebrows at her, a challenge. The seconds were ticking by. She had two and a half minutes left.

“Whats’a Matter?” She taunted. “Tired already?”

Callie met her gaze before defiantly turning around and grabbing the pul up bar once more. She moved with more intention now, hoping to get as Many reps in as She could before Val interfered again. her grip on the bar tightened and fresh warmth burned in her muscles as She pulled her body up again and again.

“Nine…ten…”

Soft fingertips brushed the shaven skin of her underarms, threatening to make contact with her hollows. They were most exposed on her way back down from a rep. As long as She could minimize the amount of time She spent in first position…

“Eleven…”

Val’s fingers touched skin now, applying no pressure but making their presence impossible to ignore, much as Callie tried. She was teasing her. She could already feel herself trembling from the effort to follow through. The anticipation, knowing it wasn’t a Matter of “if” she would apply that ticklish pressure, but “when.”

“Twelve…thirteen…foooooourteen…”

Val looked to Nikki, who nodded her approval.

“Fif-TEEN!”

Val finally struck. Her digits crept into the hollows of both armpits and began poking and scribbling around.

“Ah! Ahahahahaha! C-cut ihihihit ohohohout!”

“Sixteen…such a strong girl! Seventeeeeeen…” Val brought her short but effective fingernails into play now. Callie let go of the bar, as if electrocuted and dropped to the soft floor below. Reflexively She brought her arms to her sides, curling up to protect herself like a pillbug.

“Eheh..hehe…”

“Two minutes left…” Nikki intoned.

Callie glanced up and saw Tricia looking down at her, her arms crossed and eyebrows raised. Goddamnit, Callie was going to finish her set. She practically jumped back onto the pull up bar.

Val laughed, impressed by her spirit.

“Trish, you were right. girl’s got heart.” Val said.

Callie was moving quickly. If nothing else, her brief giggle spell on the floor had given her arms a moment to recover. She was working quickly, hoping to get as Many reps in as possible before Val’s sinister hands got back to work.

“But She sure is ticklish…” Val was looking at Tricia challengingly now.

“Eighteen…nineteen…twenty…” Tricia counted. It might have been Callie’s imagination, but her tone sounded more encouraging than Val’s. She was rooting for her. This was enough to power her through two more reps before Val got back to work on her.

“She’s not even working up a sweat, these pitty poos are bone dry…” Val teased as her fingers crept into Callie’s armpits once more. “Is there water on Mars? Let’s find out…”

“Ehehehehehehee..”

“Beep beep! Here comes the tickle rover! Is there any water under…heeeeeeere?”

“Twenty one…twenty two…”

Callie was practically kicking her feet as She pulled herself up, no longer attempting to stifle her laughter but simply pull herself up.

“Ahahahahahahahahaaaa! Vahahahahahahalllll!”

“Twenty three…twenty four…twenty five…twenty six…”

“Not even halfway! Whats’a Matter little babe? Getting tired? Is the mean ol’ tickle monster sapping you of your strength?” Val teased, clearly enjoying every moment of this as She fingers swirled in Callie’s straining underarms.

Her fingers danced and swirled about experimentally. When did Callie struggle most? When she poked her hollows? Was it when She’d slowly rake her fingertips downward? Was it when she talked to her like a baby?

“Twenty seven…twenty eight…”

“Awww, bubba. Such a tickly widdle babe. Oh, look at her stwuggle with all the coochie coos…”

Yes, that was it. The girls noticed very quickly that it was the taunts that made Callie’s elbows quake, the babying tone that made her shut her eyes. They didn’t know it yet, but these babying teases gave voice to all Callie’s insecurities — that She was not a real Amazon, that She was weak and small and helpless — but also spoke to her submissive tendencies.

She was getting wet.

“Twenty nine…Thirty!”

“One minute left!” Nikki said.

“Thirty one…thirty two…”

Val was getting more aggressive now, determined to not let Callie finish her set in time. She’d found a particularly sensitive spot near the tops of her pits right where her underarm hair were shaved bare and decided to focus her attention there. It was a fleshy little spot, a perfect place for stiff index and middle fingers to jiggle.

“Gahahahahahaa! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaa! Stahahahahahahahahap ihihihiiiiit!”

“Awwwwww, does dat tickle? Does baby want a bweak? A’jiggle jiggle jiggle! A’giggle giggle giggle!”

Callie dropped again. This time, Val followed her down to the floor, refusing to let up on her ticklish assault. She bullied her as though She were her little sister, her fingers tensing in her armpits as She attempted to clamp them down in defense.

“Gehehehehehehehehehehettt ohohohohohohohohohohofffff ohohohohohoffffff meeeeheheheheheheeeee!” Callie was rocking back and forth now, trying to protect herself from Val’s ticklish onslaught. “Eheheheheheheheheahahahahaha!”

“Gitsee gitsee gitsee! Aww, look at this little chubby bubbly baby girl !”

“Val…” Nikki warned.

Val looked to Nikki, who gently shook her head.

“Don’t get carried away. She’s got quite a workout ahead of her. Let her up.”

Val pouted but obeyed. She withdrew her hands from Callie’s armpits and took a step back.

“I’m adding ten seconds back to your time,” Nikki said, nodding at Callie respectfully. “I apologize for our…overzealous trainer.”

Callie coughed as She stood up. She was feeling a little lightheaded from laughter. her heart rate was up, her body warm. She couldn’t believe it but this did feel like a workout. Unwilling to waste another second, Callie dove back into the challenge. She had forty five seconds on the clock left and She was determined to make the most of them.

“Thirty three…thirty four…thirty five…”

Callie hauled herself up, her arms beginning to burn from the strain. She was prioritizing speed over form, determined to, somehow, reach her goal in the little time She had left.

“Thirty six…”

Val similarly wasted no time, done with the foreplay. She dug in immediately now, her fingers swirling and dancing in her armpits, similarly prizing speed over form. It made her less precise in her tickling but it made the exercise difficult for Callie all the same.

“Hahahahahahahahahahaahahahaaa! Thihihihihisss ihihihihihihihisn’t fahahahahahair! Ihihihihihihihit tihihihihihickles! Eheheheheheheheheheheeeeee!”

“That’s da point silly!” Val cooed, her fingers tensing near the bottom of her armpits so as to slide back up as Callie trembled beneath her touch. “Uh ooooohhhh! Someone’s getting sweeeeeeaaaaattttyyyyyy!”

Indeed, moisture had begun to gather in Callie’s pits, allowing Val’s fingers to slip and slide around, playfully wrapping them around and curling her damp underarm hair. It only made things worse. By this time, Callie’s progress had almost completely stalled. She wasn’t letting go of the bar but She was having a hard time pulling herself up. her body was prioritizing underarm security, trying to clamp down instead of hoisting her up.

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaa! Stahahahahahahahahahap!”

“Ten seconds…nine…eight…”

Callie was disheartened. This was not a promising start. She couldn’t even get two thirds of the way through the first exercise! her ego was bruised but what really concerned Callie at the moment was the dripping situation in her skimpy underwear. The tight, thin material gave her nowhere to hide. It was clear for all to see that her blood really was pumping.

Determined to at least hit the forty mark, Callie hauled herself upward as Val’s fingers did the same. Ironically, her mounting arousal at the idea being her trainer’s ticklish plaything had put a little more coal in her furnace. Adrenaline had come in to play now.

“Thirty seven…”

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

“Seven…six…”

“Little babe thinks She so stwong…”

“Gehehehehehehehehehehehehehehet ohohohohohohohohohohohouttttttaaaaaahaha thehehehehehehehehere!”

“Thirty eight…”

“Little giggle girl can’t hold on. Just let go…”

“Stahahahahahahahahahahahahahappppiiiiihihihihihihihihihihttttt! Ahahahahahaha!”

“Five…four…”

“Thirty nine…”

“…just let go and fall into Auntie’s arms.”

“Cohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohome ohohohohohohohohohohohonnnn!”

“Three…two…”

“Ohhhhh, little girl’s sooooooooooooo close. Don’t let gooooooooo!”

“One…”

“Forty!”

The timer buzzed loudly as it finally hit zero, a harsh digital scream. Val pulled her hands away immediately, an unmistakable look of frustration on her face. She’d hoped She’d drop at least one more time and her willpower in the face of her ticklish assault bruised her ego some.

But as Nikki said, she had a long workout ahead of her.

Callie let go of the bar and took a beat to catch her breath. As it turned out, a beat was all She’d be getting.

“Next: Sixty sit ups. You have three minutes. Go!”

The timer reset almost immediately. Red digits ominously began counting down once more. Callie had three minutes.

She dropped to the floor and immediately assumed the sit up position. This time Callie knew what was coming and did her best to mentally fortify herself. When She saw Tricia step forward to be her new “spotter” her pussy starting leaking. On the floor, her nipples stiff and her clit our of its hood, Callie’s eyes nearly crossed.

“One…two…three…four…” Nikki counted aloud.

Callie was moving quickly, her eyes glued to Tricia as she calmly knelt beside her and formed her hands into claws.

“So you like the baby talk, huh?”

“Five…six…”

Just hearing Tricia say the words “baby talk” made Callie even wetter. She knew what was coming. Oddly, She couldn’t wait.

“I wonder if this is how it all started, with you like this on the floor…” Tricia began, flexing her fingers threateningly.

“Seven…eight…”

“…when the tickle monster came for you.”

“Nine…”

Tricia’s hands flew to Callie’s sides, her fingers probing for sensitive spots. It seemed she didn’t have to look very hard. It seemed Callie’s whole torso was a ticklish spot.

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Trishshshshshshshshaaaa!”

She’d targeted her lower ribs first, her crab-claw-like hands pinching and grabbing playfully, doing her best to approximate what she assumed had been a formative experience for her giggling victim. Callie’s top strained against her very stiff nipples.

“Such a silly little wiggler! Wiggle wiggle wiggle! Oh my! Such happy little ribs you have! The tickle monster’s been looking for you, little one. And now that she’s found you, she’ll never let you go!”

“Ihihihihihihihihihihihittttttsssss nahahahahahahahahahatttt fahahahahahahahair! Ihihihihihihihi cahahahahahahahahahan’t sihihihihihihihihihit uhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhup! Lehehehehehehehehehehehehemmmeeeeeeeeheheheheheeeee uhuhuhuhuhuhpppp!”

“C’mon, that’s no fair!” Val whined, looking to Nikki. “You’re not making her stop!”

“This is different,” Nikki said, cooly. “She’s still in position. Let Trish have her fun.”

Tricia was having fun. Seeing Callie on her back, giggling like a happy little girl beneath her playful touch delighted her in a way she hadn’t anticipated. She was acutely aware of the effect her infantile teases had on her and wanted to see just how red she could get her cheeks.

“Poor widdle babe! Can’t even get ten itty bitty sit ups in because the tickle monster is a meanie! She just can’t stop pwayyying with this happy little girl’s wiggly widdle wibbies! Let’s play a silly little tickle game. Let’s see who can count higher, me or you.”

With that, Tricia began tweaking and massaging Callie’s ribs with debilitating precision as she playfully counted them off in a sing-song manner, as if she were reciting a nursery rhyme.

“One wiggle rib…two wiggle ribs…”

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaa!”

“Three wiggle ribs…uh oh Cowwin! Uh ohhhhh! You’re not keeping uuuuupppp!”

“Iihihihihihihihihihihihihihi cahahahahahahahahahahan’t! Yohohohohohohohou’re nhahahahahahahat lehehehehehehehetttihihihihihihinggg meeeeeheheheheheheheee!”

Indeed, Callie could do little more than writhe and giggle under Tricia’s nimble hands. She took her position on the floor already winded. This combined with Tricia’s ticklish assault on her ribs and belly now left her breathless, unable to do her sit ups. She noticed that Tricia’s nipples were getting hard, twin diamonds straining from behind her tight Underarmor top. Of course, this only aroused Callie even further. All She could do was curl up defensively as best She could, fighting for breath as her arousal permeated the air.

“Fourrrrrrr wibby wibby wibs! Fiiiiiiiiive! Oh such a lucky little girl to have so many! Oh my goodness! You have even moooooore? Such a greedy girl hiding all these wibbies from mommy…”

At the utterance of the “M Word” Callie’s erect breasts bounced, her laughter spiking.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! STAHAHAHAHAHAPP IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIIIIIIT! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!”

“If you can tell me how Many ribs you have, maybe I’ll let you sit up again. Hmm? Can you tell mommy how Many ribs you have, baby?”

Callie didn’t know.

“IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIII….IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIIIII….IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIIII!”

Callie couldn’t speak. All She could get out was “I…I…I…” before collapsing into renewed paroxysms of laughter.

“24! Such a biiiiiig numbuh for a widdle girl like you! But it’s not so big on the timer is it. Huh? Can you see?”

Her vision was blurred by tears but Callie could see that, sure enough, She only had twenty four seconds left on the clock. Tricia had been tickling her there on the floor for two and a half minutes and She’d only been able to do nine sit ups. It was humiliating.

Determined to get at least ten sit ups, Callie tried with all her might to lift herself from the floor but it was no use. With Tricia’s hands all over her, Callie could do little more than laugh and blubber.

“Awww, does that tickle monster have widdle Callie’s numbuh? I wonder how high I can count before we run out of -“

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

“Time!” Nikki called out.

Callie couldn’t believe it. Had her time passed already? her cheeks would have flushed with embarrassment if they weren’t already cherry-red from forced laughter. Tricia smiled down at her sheepishly, almost as if she felt sorry for having so much fun with her.

Before She even had a chance to recover, Nikki announced the next challenge.

“Next: Sixty leg curls. You have three minutes. You may begin.”

Callie had to drag herself off the floor. She practically threw herself onto the leg curl machine, her sweaty face pressed deep into the hard, industrial cushion as She hooked her legs in and began to curl. Face down, Callie was able to hide her wet spots while subtly grinding it into the machine’s padding. Already this exercise was proving to be her favorite so far.

Once again She prioritized speed over form. After her embarrassing sit ups Callie was determined to make good on this exercise. The weight was set at sixty pounds. She could do this.

This time it was Nikki that stepped forward. Knowing her to be the “leader” of these fit ticklers only heightened her anticipation. If Nikki was the one who taught Val and Tricia the finer points of tickling gym rats…

“One…two…three…four…five…six…” Tricia counted. She was rooting for her. Callie could hear it in her voice.

Nikki knelt beside Callie’s feet as they curled up and down. Up and down.

“Seven…eight…nine…”

Nikki reached out and pinched one of Callie’s shoelaces between her fingers. As Callie curled her legs, the knot in her shoes began to unravel. The more She curled, the more the shoelace pulled loose. Nikki didn’t even have to move. Callie was undressing her own feet.

“Ten…eleven…”

The laces of her right shoe were undone. Nikki released the limp laces and gently worried the shoe off as Callie’s foot came to rest position. The sneaker was removed with a satisfying pop before dropping to the floor with an impotent thud.

As Callie curled her feet again, Nikki positioned her hand in such a way that her socked sole dragged along her tensed fingers. Callie was, functionally, tickling herself.

“AH! Ohohohohohohohooooo nooooohohohohohohooooooo!”

Callie was giggling as much in anticipation as ticklishness. her feet were always a tender spot and She suspected that’s why Nikki had stepped up for this particular exercise. She wanted the best bits for herself.

“Awww, such little feetsies for a big Amazon. Who has little giggle feet, huh? Do youuuuuu have little giggle feet? C’mon, tell mama…” Nikki teased, effortlessly slipping into the teasing baby talk that had already proven so effective.

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaa! Gehehehehehehehehet ahahahawhahahay frohohohohohohohohom mihihihihihihihihihyyyyy feeeeheheheheheheheeet!”

But Nikki did not get away from her feet. Instead, she now pinched the toes of one sock with one hand while tickling her foot with the other. On this particular exercise, the tickling was somewhat helpful as Callie would flick her feet away from Nikki’s busy fingers and get halfway through her rep.

“Twelve…thirteen…fourteen…fifteen…”

“Geeeeeheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheeeeee!”

At the same time, however, Callie’s exercise was only serving to undress her own feet. As She pulled away from Nikki’s ticklish touch, her sock pulled taut, slowly exposing her heels, her soles, her arches, and then, eventually, her toes.

“Sixteen…seventeen…eighteen…”

As Callie felt the cool air hit her exposed right foot She felt a surge of panic. her feet were terribly ticklish and She was worried about what sort of reaction Nikki’s fingers might elicit. Tricia was watching, after all.

“Oopsie! Someone lost her sockie wockie! Lets see how soft these widdle feet weally areeeee! A kitchy kitchy cooooooo!”

As Nikki’s fingers touched Callie’s naked sole She let out a girlish whine that embarrassed her deeply. She’d always known She’d had ticklish feet, ever since her babysitter used her sensitivity against her when She’d needed discipline as a child. But this was different. Nikki had patience, technique. She was a tickler.

“WWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEE! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHITTTTTT! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAH” Callie squealed.

Her legs were moving faster than before, motivated by Nikki’s roving fingers. She kept kicking her feet, hoping to dodge her nimble fingers. But what goes up must come down, and any momentary reprieve She managed while making her rep.

“Nineteen….twenty!” Tricia cheered. “Twenty one…”

Nikki had grabbed ahold of the toe of her other sock while her free hand began targeting her toes.

“Whee? Whee? Hmmm, what else goes weeee? I can’t think of it. It’s on the tip of my tongue…”

“Piggies?” Val asked with a smile.

Callie’s heart leapt into her chest. Not piggies. Anything but that…

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOOO! NO PIHIHIHIHIGGIES! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOO PIHIHIHIHIHIGGIES! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” Callie screeched, pressing her reddening face into the headrest, not wanting Tricia to see her cherry red cheeks.

“Awwww, is my widdle buddy afraid of some happy little piggies? But they really want to meet our tickly widdle Amazon! Here, let me introduce you to…thiiiiiiiissssss little piggy went to the market…”

As Nikki began her nursery rhyme tease, wiggling her exposed pinky toe. Callie jerked her feet away frantically, causing her to pull her other sock nearly halfway off her foot, the elastic band applying flimsy pressure where her arch met the ball of her foot.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!”

“Thiiiiiis little piggy stayed home…”

All Callie could do was laugh and keep pulling her feet up to the best of her ability.

“Twenty four…twenty five…”

Letting go of the toe of her sock, Nikki now used her non-piggying hand to tease her soft, exposed sole with two needling fingers, spiking the poor girl’s laughter once more.

“This widdle piggy had some woast beeeeeeeeeffffff…”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!”

“Twenty six…twenty seven…twenty eight…twenty nine…”

Suddenly Callie was a little girl again, kicking futilely against her babysitter’s squishy thighs as she piggied her toes for the umpteenth time. She’d flail and beat her fists against the couch cushions as Mrs. Thompson tickled her hysteric. Of course, Callie always loved her tickle time with Mrs. Thompson, sometimes even baiting her with savvy disobedience so that She might spend more time under her nimble, teasing fingers.

“And this widdle piggy had none! Poor wiggle piggy! Can you tell me what sound a piggy makes, little one?”

“HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE…SNORT…EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE…”

Callie couldn’t herself tell if her snort was an accident or just the latest example of her obvious submission to her ticklers, but it made her nipples so hard could cut glass with it.

“Awwww, such a good little piggy for mommy. Can mommy’s piggy tell her what happened to the last tickly little piggy? Hmmmm?”

“HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEE WEHEHEHEHEHEHENTTT…HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEE WHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHENT -“

“WEE WEE WEE ALLLLL THE WAY HOME….!”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOOOO! MIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHISSSUS THOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOMPSON, PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!”

Nikki unleashed all ten fingers on her feet now, scribbling and wiggling in all the soft and fleshy spots that she knew would drive Callie wild. The exertion of the exercise had caught up to her and her muscles burned from nearly forty reps on the machine.

Nikki had timed it perfectly. Worn out, Callie was unable to pull her feet away as rapidly, debilitated by accumulated fatigue in addition to the debilitating piggy session Nikki was perpetrating. Unable to pull her feet away, overcome by laughter and sore muscles, Callie could only lay there and take it as She ground her raging erection into the bench to wring what pleasure She could from the whole hysterical ordeal.

“Such soft, tickawwy feetsies! Tricia should have brought you to us weeks ago. We’ve been looking for a giggly little Amazon like you for soooooooo long. You’re the perfect widdle giggle girl aren’t you? Huh? Tell me. Tell mommy…”

“IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI’M NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA - !”

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

“Time!” Tricia called out.

Nikki withdrew her hands, lingering for just a moment to remove the remaining sock, still dangling lamely from Callie’s worked-over toes.

“Next…” Nikki declared, beaming at the sight of an exhausted, ticklish Callie. “Chest press. 60 reps. 3 minutes. Begin!”

The timer reset but Callie didn’t move right away. She was still catching her breath. She looked at the timer with dread. Callie could hear her heartbeat in her ears, which ominously synced up with the countdown. She could literally hear the seconds ticking away.

After nearly thirty seconds, Callie had sucked enough air back into her lungs (and willed away most of her erection) to peel herself off the now sweat covered cushion and move toward the bench press.

Her legs were burning but her arms had recovered from the pull ups by now. As She settled into position, her heart sank when She saw Val step forward once more. Even more so than Tricia or Nikki, she seemed to take real pleasure in her ticklish suffering.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Callie set her weight to 80lbs and got to work. She had a little over two minutes left and knew in her heart this exercise might be a wash, but Callie refused to give Val the satisfaction of an embarrassing defeat. She could up her numbers, even if out of spite.

Callie had to hand it to them, her ticklers were giving her ample motivation and incentive. As trainers, they weren’t half bad. As ticklers, they were far worse.

“One..two…three…” Callie was taking her time, not wishing to exhaust herself early. This was a marathon, not a sprint.

Val walked up to her slowly, savoring the moment. She dropped to her hands and knees, crawling toward her while never once breaking eye contact. Val knew Callie was afraid and had good reason to be.

“Four…five…six…seven…”

Val positioned herself between Callie’s spread legs, staring into her tear stained eyes.

“Hey bubba,” she chirped as she brought her hands to Callie’s exposed armpits. “Remember me?”

Little probing touches, fingers gently pressing against the dimples of her vulnerable hollows.

“AHAHAAHAHA! EHEHEHEHEHEEHEHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA! DONT!”

SLAM!

The weights slammed back down as Callie instinctively pulled her arms back. Val was a merciless tease. Even if she wasn’t tickling her that aggressively she somehow made it all the more maddening.

“It’s okay. I’m’a be gentle with you this time. Because I want to see…”

She looked down at her wet spots, liquid dripping down her leg.

“…just how much of a big girl you can be. So come on. Up, up, up…”

She motioned theatrically for Coin to resume her exercise, which She did.

“So tell me…who was Mrs. Thompson? Hm?” Val cooed.

Val’s fingers returned to her armpits moments later, little finger flutters where her ribs met her armpit. Callie was thrashing about in her seat, bouncing up and down, but She was getting the reps in, however haltingly.

“Ehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaa!”

“Eight…nine…ten…”

“C’mon, tell me. Or does auntie Val have to tickle tickle tickle it out of you?”

“Iihihihihihihihihihihihi dohohohohohohohon’t knohohohohohohohow whahahahat yhohohohohohohohou’re tahahahahahahahahahalking ahahahahahabohohohohohohout!” Callie giggled, bouncing in her seat as She valiantly tried to make progress.

“Eleven…twelve…”

“Mrs. Thompson. You said her name a few minutes ago while Nikki was playing piggies. You begged her to stop. You even said ‘please.’ So I’m going to ask you again. Who was Mrs. Thompson?”

At this, Val’s hands dropped down to her sides. Her fingers skittered up and down, applying just enough pressure to keep the stream of giggles pouring from Callie’s lips while allowing her just enough air to speak.

“Ohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohoooooo nohohohohohohohoooooo!”

Val’s hands wandered up and down, poking and grabbing, playing her like an instrument. The softer touch and deliberate pace gave Callie the chance to pick up the pace of her reps, but her stomach sank as She understood that her ticklish torment would not be ending soon.

“Sheheheheheheheheheheheheheeeee — ohohohohoho gohohohohodddd - sheeheheheheheheheheheeeee wahahahahahahahahahahahahasssss muhuhuhuhu-muhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhihihihihihihihihihi! Sheehehehehehehehehehe wahahahahahahahahahahahahasssssssssssss mihihihihihihihihiyyyyyy -!”

“Thirteen..fourteen…fifteen…sixteen…seventeen…”

“Your what, baby girl? Your mommy? Your auntie?”

“Mihihihihihihihihiyyyyyy bahahahahahahahahahabbbysihihihihihihittttter!”

“And what did the mean babysitter do to my baby, hmm? Did she tickle your widdle wuv handles? Did she make you wet your widdle shorts? Tell Auntie Val…”

And so Callie told her. She told Val about how Mrs. Thompson would roll her up in a rug and tease the wrinkles of her feet with goose feathers She’d pluck from her hat.

She spoke of how She’d sit on her arms until they fell asleep and make her tear up just from tracing her neck and jaw with her long, devilish nails, all the while teasing her for being helpless to stop her.

And with every word that tumbled from her lips She felt pussy leak harder and her clit stand firmer.

“Shehehehehehehehehehehehe wahahahahahahahahahahahahassssss sohohohohohohohohohohohohooooo meheheheheheheheheheheheaaaannnnnn!”

“Thirty six…thirty seven…”

“Awww, poor widdle boyyyyy…” Val cooed as her claw-like hands grabbed at the fleshy spot where her sides sloped into hips. “…she coochied her poor girl silly. So…so silly…silly silly silly”

Val kept repeating that word over and over again. Suggestible as She was, Callie couldn’t help but feel silly herself, bouncing up and down in her seat as her muscles strained against the weights. But it was her cheeks that burned hottest, muscles and blood alike, from smiling so much.

“Thirty eight…thirty nine…”

“Stahahahahahahahahahahahahahap sahahahahahawahahahaying thahahahahat!”

“What? Silly? Silly? Silly silly silly girl! Such a silly widdle Amazon twying to keep such a tickle monstuh from auntie…”

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

“Time!” Nikki confirmed.

“Wow, that was your best effort yet,” Tricia nodded, approvingly. “You nearly broke 40.” It sounded condescending when she hadn’t meant it to. No Matter, said condescension only fed the burning fire building beneath her ever tightening briefs

“See you soon,” Val smiled as she got up and rejoined the others at the far end of the gym.

Now it was Tricia’s turn again and Callie could have sworn her heart skipped a beat. She was a sweaty mess now, her exposed skin slick and glistening. The fabric of her underwear was stained, barely able to contain the juice of Callie’s swollen lips.

Callie caught Tricia staring, taking momentary pleasure in the pink it brought to her cheeks when she saw that She noticed her staring. Nikki’s authoritative voice cut through the awkward silence like a knife.

“Next…Leg extension. 60 reps. 3 minutes. Begin!”

Callie was in a flow state now, launching from one machine to the next. She slid easily into the cushioned seat, set her weight, and got to work.

“One…two…three…”

Callie’s heart beat even faster as Tricia stepped forward. her feet, already bared, were easy targets. Unlike the previous machine, the reflex to pull away wasn’t as helpful to her. Sitting up, facing Tricia, her instinct was to pull backwards, not down as the machine required.

“Four…five…six…”

Tricia turned her palm toward her soles, fingertips pointing down, digits bent and claw-like. As Callie pushed her legs down, She was raking her own soles and toes across Tricia’s fingertips.

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Shit! Shihihihihihihihihhittttttt! Eheheheheheheheheheheheheheheeeee!”

“That’s my good little girl, just like that. Up and down…up and down…for mommy…” Tricia whispered encouragingly. It was not lost on Callie that her eyes kept wandering back to her soaked mound, that juices were clearly visible, her panties were visible and see-through.

“Seven…Eight…”

“Dohohohohohohohohohohon’t dohohohohohohohohohohooooo thahahahahahahahahaaaaaat! Bahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaa!”

When Callie allowed the lowering weights to carry her legs back up, her toes would brush against her fingers, settling in place with her nails just resting on the underside of her bulbous toe pads. Tricia had definitely done this before. She was getting her coming and going.

“Don’t do what, baby? Can’t mommy encourage her happy little girl? Don’t you want mommy to give you attention…and tiiiiiiickle your tickly widdle piggies? Huh? Don’t you wuv it? Say it. Tell mommy. Tell mommy you wuv her tickles. C’mon…”

It was maddening, and Tricia barely needed to move a muscle. The more reps She did the more that ticklish feeling built up in her, causing her erect nipples to strain ever harder against the astonishingly strong top She’d been put in.

“Nine…Ten…Eleven…”

“Nohohohohohohohohohohoooo! Ihihihihihihihihihihihihihi wohohohohohohon’t! Yohohohohohohohohohohouuuuuu chahahahahahahahahahant mahahahahahahake meeeeeeeheheheheheheheheheheheheheheeeee! Ahahahahahahahahahahahhahaha!”

Tricia smirked, amused by her challenge to her. The babe had real spirit.

“Oh, is that right?” Tricia questioned, her voice lilting in that awful, infantilizing way that cut through her like butter.

The weights came down once more, clanging harshly as the metal plates collided with each other.

In a flash, Tricia’s hand flew to the rod that kept the weights in place, swiftly pulling it out. Suddenly weightless, Callie’s feet slammed down with startlingly quickness. As they rebounded to first position, Tricia reinserted the stick, setting Callie’s weight at over 300 pounds.

Callie’s feet were now rigidly held in place. her soles were helpless to pull away — or down — from Tricia’s fingers anymore.

“Wahahahahahahahahahahahahahahat ahahahahahahahahahahahare yohohohohohohohohohouuuuu dohohohohohoooooing? Bahahahahahahahahahaha!”

“What are you talking about?” Tricia deadpanned. “I didn’t do anything. Mommy’s been a little busy taking her widdle Amazon to tickle town. Coochie coochie coooo! Laff for me baby girl…”

Callie couldn’t complete her reps anymore. The weight was simply too much. Tricia had her right where she wanted her. She couldn’t move her feet away any more. All She could do now was sit there and take it.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA! AHA-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT’S NAHAHAHAHAHAHAT FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIIIIIR! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!”

What made it even worse — if that were possible — was that the lack of effort allowed Tricia to just stand there looking directly at Callie. She had nowhere to hide. Girls like her never could seem to hide from mommy, could they?

“Awwwww, you must really wuv this, huh? You must wike it when mommy tickles your widdle piggies. C’mon little one, tell mommy how much you wuv your tickle time.”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOO!”

“No? No you don’t like it, or no you won’t confess?”

Callie didn’t even know anymore. her eyes were watering, the glowing red numbers ticking down on the digital clock blurring together in a wet haze. She’d long since stopped paying much attention to the clock.

“Such a weak and helpless little girl. If you hate it so much, just pull away from my busy widdle fingies. C’mon. Move those piggies for mama…”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIIII CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANNNNN’T!” Callie howled.

It didn’t Matter how strong She was or how well She did. This had always been the plan. She had no control. None of this was up to her. All She could do was try to hold on to however much dignity She was left with.

Somehow, Callie suspected it wouldn’t be much.

“Poor widdle girl. Too weak to fight mommy. But why would you want to fight mommy? Mommy makes you happy. Mommy makes you laugh. Mommy makes you smile. Mommy makes you…wet…”

“BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!”

Callie’s body was glistening with sweat now, her neck red from laughter and her face even more so from embarrassment. She was their smiling happy toy for as long as they wished.

Or, at least, until the gym opened in the morning.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

Tricia’s fingers lingered a moment longer upon Callie’s pink soles before finally retreating.

Nikki stepped forward now, her hands resting on her hips as she watched the exhausted, giggling girl before her, her juices flowing from behind the thin elastic fabric with every residual giggle that escaped her wrung out body.

“Next…Leg press. You have —“

“Yeah…I got it…” Callie smiled.

The timer started and Nikki waited patiently as Callie settled into the machine. her body was moving slower now. The inability to complete her reps for most of her time on the last machine meant that her legs were not burnt out.

The weight was already set for her. They’d done her that courtesy at least. And unlike Tricia, Nikki hadn’t set her up to fail on this one.

Callie got to work, grunting as her bare feet, still tingling from Tricia’s assault, pressed into the cold, textured metal push plate of the machine.

“One…two…three…” Tricia counted, still flushed from her charged mommy moment with the star of their little show.

Nikki knelt beside Callie as She went about her reps. She just watched her for a while, staring intently at her face. She didn’t touch her yet, but hovered her hands just under her right thigh.

“Four…five…six…”

“The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout…”

Lightly, very lightly, Nikki began running the pads of her fingertips up along the underside of Callie’s exposed thigh in a creepy-crawly motion. She was barely touching her, but this light, feathery touch, coupled with her sing-song nursery rhyme melted what little resolve Callie had left in seconds.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!”

His knees shook and trembled beneath Nikki’s tender assault on her soft and sensitive thighs. Callie had never had her thighs tickled before. She didn’t even know She was ticklish there. But Callie knew now.

“Seven…eight…nine…ten…

“Down came the rain and washed the spider out…”

Nikki ran her fingers down Callie’s trembling thigh now, pitter-pattering her soft fingertips down like ticklish raindrops. Her touches with debilitating and precise, chipping away at Callie’s already shredded psyche one nerve ending at a time.

“BWAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!”

“Eleven…twelve…”

“Out came the sun and it dried up all the rain…”

“Thirteen…”

Nikki spread her fingers and dragged them up Callie’s thigh now, landing just beneath the back of her knee, before tensing her fingers and raking her nails down her pale thighs, the flinty edges just grazing the bottom of her right butt cheek.

Callie just about shot out of her seat.

“OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOO GOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOD STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!”

“And the itsy bitsy spider crept up the spout again…”

Nikki walked her fingers back up the underside of Callie’s thighs. She was shaking with laughter now, her legs pressing forward simply to expel some of the pent up energy that was building and building within her.

“Fourteen…fifteen…sixteen…”

Nikki got up and walked around behind Callie, lazily patting her damp hair with her soft and open hand. This touch sent a shiver down Callie’s spine and made her pussy leak hungrily.

“Seventeen…eighteen…nineteen…”

Nikki knelt on the other side of her now, once again gently resting the soft pads of her fingers on the sensitive skin of her thighs.

“Twenty…twenty one…”

“Look at me, little one.” Nikki had spoken the words softly but there was no mistaking it for anything other than a command.

Callie met her gaze. She was smiling.

“Theeeeeeeee itsy bitsy spider…”

And so Nikki began again, once more gently pitter-pattering her fingertips up the underside of Callie’s thighs. Had She not been so aroused, Callie might have just wet herself.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT AHAHAHAHAHAGAIN! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOO! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!”

“…went up the water spout…”

Callie shook her head desperately, beads of sweat flying from her wet hair.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOO MOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHORE IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHITSY!”

“…down came the rain…” Nikki’s fingers dragged back down again, eliciting fresh squeals from the broken, ticklish girl.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOO BIHIHIHIHIHIHIHITSEEEEEE!”

“…and washed the spider out…”

“HELP! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHELLLLLLP! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHELP MEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE!”

“…out came the sun…”

Pitter patter. Scrape. Squeeze. Trace. Giggle. Shake. Press. Breathe.

“AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA — COUGH COUGH! — HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!”

“…and it dried up all the rain…”

“MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAMMMMMMMMY! HEHEHEHEHEHELP MOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYY! BAHAHAHAHAHAA!”

“….and the itsy bitsy spider…”

Callie had lapsed into silent laughter now, depleted. She just lay there now, shaking under Nikki’s skilled and knowing fingertips. She’d given up on getting any more reps in long ago. She simply had to surrender and hope that whatever embarrassments awaited her would stay within this room.

“…crept up the spout again…”

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

“And…time.” Val breathed, seemly awed by the spectacle of what Callie had been reduced to.

Nikki, clearly aroused by her own power over the blubbering girl in front of her, cleared her throat before rising to her feet.

“And lastly…” she announced with no small amount of ceremony, “…planking. You have three minutes. Begin!”

Callie practically crawled out of her seat, dragging herself to a spot on the floor nearby. She was spent, dehydrated and wrung out. her whole body was sore and her cheeks hurt from smiling.

In three minutes it would all be over. She just needed to make it three more minutes.

After what felt like an eternity, Callie Managed to rise off the floor and stiffen into a planking position. her elbows dug uneasily into the padded floor, wobbling some from the adrenaline that Callie could now taste on the back of her tongue — bitter and exhilarating.

Callie held the pose. But She knew what was coming.

Facing the floor, She didn’t know who was approaching her from which side, but She knew that all three of them were closing in on her, circling their prey like tickle vultures. Callie was done for. She knew that. The sound of her own heartbeat in her ears was deafening.

A set of fingers made contact with her taut soles, gently teasing up along her pale arches. Another pair of hands settled beneath her arms, gently teasing her straining muscles and damp skin.

But Callie nearly buckled as She felt her tight shorts being gently worried down halfway — exposing her hips and the base of her wet mound.

As sets of phantom fingers began to caress and twirl against her skin, Callie began to shake. Unlike the reps She’d been asked to complete before, here She only had a time limit. Unable to see the clock, Callie was unable to fortify herself with the promise of a finish line.

“Tickle tickle…”

“Such a silly widdle girl…”

“So small…so helpless…”

“So ticklish…”

“Pitter patter…tip toe… that’s the way the fingers go…”

“Hehehehehehehe…heheheheheheheheheheheeeeee….”

The girls were being gentle with her, allowing her to catch her breath. They weren’t torturing her anymore, just playing with her.

The tickler at her feet was lazily writing love notes onto her taut soles with a single finger from each hand. Under her arms the hands were more aggressive but still playfully patient, poking and scraping with practiced ease. But it was the hands beneath her that gave her the most trouble.

Fingertips teased the damp skin of her mound, her lips dripping over. It itched more than it tickled. What really drove her crazy, was the restless fingers of the other hand that gently tracing the outline of her pussy through the soaked and skimpy g-string.

“Hehehehehehehehehehe-nnghh-heheheheheheheheheheheheheheeee!”

“You’re ticklish. That’s what you are…”

“Hush little baby, don’t you sigh…”

“So hard for such a soft girl…”

“Nngggfff! Stahahahahahahahahahahahappit. Ihihihihi’mmmmhhhmmm…Ihihihihihihihihi’m gohohohohonnna…mmmmmmmmmmffffff…”

“Mama’s gonna tickle you until you cry…”

“Ticklish. You’re ticklish.”

“Soft feet, soft hair…”

“Poor baby’s shaking like a widdle weef…”

Behind her clenched eyelids Callie could see the explosion building inside her very swollen lips. She saw jets of pure white cream spurting from her red and eager entrance. She saw her pussy twitching as it recoiled from the force of her explosive blast.

But every time She felt as though She might topple over the edge into the blissful climax She so craved, the fingers at her hips and pussy would retreat. Callie would whine and buck her hips in desperation and the girls around her would laugh, shading her cheeks a deeper crimson.

“Hehehehehehehehehehe…stahahahahahahppppiiiiiit…” Callie blushed.

“And if you can’t hold that plank for me…”

“Ticklish. Ticklish. Ticklish…”

“Mama’s gonna tickle you until you pee…”

“Little girl wants to make spurties for her mommies, doesn’t she?”

Callie found herself fervently nodding her head. She didn’t even know who was talking anymore. The teasing, infantilizing voices swirled around her head, coaxing her painfully swollen lips like a team of expert snake charmers.

She had no earthly idea how much time had passed, how much longer She had to hold this pose. She’d know soon enough, She reasoned, but She needed to know.

Callie figured She had maybe thirty seconds left. Perhaps 10. Maybe, just maybe, She’d hear that harsh buzzer announce the end of the ordeal before She even opened her tear filled eyes.

“Aaaahehehehehehehehe..aha…aheheheheheheheheheheheheeee…”

Yes, that was it. She’d open her eyes just as the buzzer went.

Callie tried to time it in her head, waiting and waiting, holding out as long as She could before peeking.

But then the tip of the fingernail tracing her wet mou nd scratched the underside of her swollen lips just a little too long and Callie reached her breaking point.

She opened her eyes and glanced fleetingly at the clock.

Callie’s heart nearly stopped. She had a little less than two minutes left.

More than the fingers, more than the chorus of tickle talking trainers, this is what broke Callie’s spirit.

She collapsed on the floor, fully giving up. The ticklers swarmed her, her hands wandering freely over her body. Tweaking her nipples and squeezing at her thighs. Callie just lay there on the floor, a little girl being tickled by a trio of playful bullies.

Callie was only dimly aware of her underwear being removed, mostly relieved at the sensation of her pussy finally being freed from its elastic prison. It breathed freely in the air, desperate to be touched, for a tongue to enter her.

Instinctively, Callie reached for her mound, eager to finish herself off. But her trainers knew her better than She knew herself, grabbing her wrists before She had the chance to touch it. She nearly burst into tears as She was denied the ability to pleasure herself.

Nikki, Val and Tricia hauled her effortlessly across the room — Callie’s body loose and needy in their arms. They set her gently upon a padded table, wordlessly tying her wrists and ankles to each corner. Callie’s heartbeat began to slow as her pussy twitched helplessly in the air between her three sweet tormentors.

They smiled down at Callie, who by now knew better than thinking She could escape her restraints.

“You have failed each and every one of our excises…” Nikki said, grinning. “Your punishment: One hour of tickling.”

Callie suddenly came to life again. Not that. Anything but that.

“W-wait..I don’t…”

She looked up and saw the timer reset. It began counting down.

Fifty nine minutes and fifty nine seconds left.

Val pressed her knuckles in between Callie’s exposed ribs, vibrating them in a way that made her voice crack. Nikki targeted her feet, gently tweaking her toes and spidering her nails beneath the ball of her ultra sensitive feet.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!”

Reason had abandoned her long ago but now even language was failing her. Callie felt her brain detach from her body, could see herself from above.

She could see Nikki playing piggies with her toes, the delicate ways in which her fingernails could write the alphabet on the bulbous pads of her helpless piggies.

Callie could see Val’s pudgy digits and the way they kneaded her flesh like dough, sculpting her sensitive flesh like ticklish clay. She’d mold her into a well behaved girl if it was the last thing she did.

And then, there was Tricia. She just stood there at Callie’s side, her gaze fixed on her soaked mound, her swollen lips.

She bent at the waist, her hands clasped patiently behind her back. Tricia glanced at Callie a moment, sympathetic but unwilling to help, before pursing her lips and gently blowing a cool stream of air onto Callie’s frustrated vagina.

Callie nearly came right there and then, only to have her bliss denied once again as She felt Tricia’s hands begin to grope at her belly.

She couldn’t take it any more.

“NO! NO! NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! I CAHAHAHAHAN’T! I CAHAHAHN’T! APPPPPSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Awww, is the widdle girl gonna have an accident?” Val taunted, her fingers poking at her ribs.

“Widdle bunny coo coo has such soft widdle wabbit feetsies…”

“Who’s got a tickly tummy? Huh? Such a soft happy widdle tum tum!”

Tears leaked from the corners of Callie’s eyes, her body thrashing this way and that upon the table, unable to get away. She’d never get away. This was her world now. All She’d ever know for the rest of her days.

And then, as Tricia’s fingers began to explore the dark hollow of her sensitive bellybutton, Callie felt Tricia’s warm hand pressed against her grateful mound.

Callie’s mouth opened so wide She was afraid She might pull a muscle in her jaw. Before her eyes crossed, She saw Tricia smile reassuringly at her, pursing her lips once more as she blew her a gentle kiss.

Her grip tightened and moved. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. D-

Callie’s body thrashed then stilled. her head hung back, jaw slack, eyes rolled back to their whites. She trembled for a moment, suspended in unimaginable pleasure — her rigid body straining against the weight of her relief — before coming back down to earth, limp on her back like a marionette with snipped strings.

The almost opalescent fluid splashed across her quivering stomach glistened in the light, the faces of her smiling minders reflected across their ticklish canvas in little pools and droplets of need.

The timer kept tickling, the hour was not through. But the ladies took a moment to care for their broken toy. They shushed and soothed her, petting her damp hair and rubbing her tired feet. A warm washcloth gently wiped her clean, occasionally tickling her with its softness.

Even more sensitive post-orgasm, Callie could only lay there giggling in the arms of her trainers.

“So, babe…” Tricia asked, once Callie regained the ability to speak. “How do you like the new workout routine…?”

All eyes went to Callie, who was now splayed out between the three of them on the ground, the remainder of their penalty playing out in gentle play upon the floor — poking her tummy and feathering her toes.

Feeling the eyes of the three women watching expectantly, Callie could only laugh.

“Where do I sign up?”

Pleased with her answer, Callie’s three personal trainers set their hands upon her again. The timer was quietly reset as Callie was helplessly stretched out once more on the floor between the women for another round of training…

summer Lovers! (Glovelover's version) F/F (with a twist....)

• Thread starterGlovelover

• Start dateJan 21, 2013

Source: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/summer-lovers-glovelovers-version-f-m-with-a-twist.229956/

Summer Lovers - (Glovelover’s version)

Terri and Mandy were a young couple enjoying their lives together. They were inseparable and their chemistry was envied by many who knew them. But as is the case with many couples, there comes a time when the spontaneous, sexual energy in a relationship calms down to more typical levels and temptation begins to enter one’s mind.

A harmless, casual meeting at a club one-night peaked Mandy’s curiosity when meeting that ‘Woman’ who then began to enter her fantasy mind. Tracy was a lady who frequented the club and often was there with her friends, however what made her stand out in Mandy’s eyes initially was a particular accessory she wore. Although gloves were no longer a popular fashion accessory by this time, Tracy often wore them with her dresses. Gloves were a particular button for Mandy and her heart raced the first time She spoke to her, even just the casual “Hello” was difficult as they were both ordering drinks at the crowded club since She was distracted by her gloves. She tried to compliment her yet felt She sounded like an idiot afterwards. Ever since that night, she would smile and say “Hi” as they passed and went about their separate lives. Mandy would then catch herself fantasizing about her.

One afternoon, during a casual walk together in a nearby park, Terri and Mandy began to talk about the unavoidable change that was occurring in their relationship. They each admitted that things were getting routine and both felt there was something they needed to do, a spark, or something to reignite that spontaneous, passionate energy.

“What sort of ideas are you thinking about?” Terri asked as they walked slowly holding each other’s hand

Mandy loved Terri deeply but was also thinking of Tracy and wondering if there would ever be a way of introducing the idea of a three-way into their relationship? However, this idea was so touchy that she herself was not confident Terri had enough of an open mind for that sort of leap.

“I don’t know….” Mandy thought aloud as She was trying to think of a way of stepping towards the idea in her head.

“Variety?” Mandy said. “Trying something a little out of the ordinary?” Were the best words She could formulate?

“Variety you say? Oh, I can give you Variety……. Just be careful of what you ask for!” Terri said in a confident tone looking away from her and squeezing her hand.

The last that was spoken on the subject was Terri suggesting they start that evening after returning home from an early dinner. They knew that if they dined too late, they both would be too tired as was often the case with their busy lives.

Prior to leaving for dinner, they turned up their house thermostat to ensure the house was plenty warm when they returned. Too often it seemed as if they were in more of a hurry to jump in and warm up under the covers as opposed to the passion they wanted to share. Terri also wanted the room warm for a rather kinky idea she had for the evening and wanted them both comfortable since they would not be under the warmth of sheets and blankets.

The house was in fact warm when they entered and they each shed their coats as they embraced each other wet and kissing.

“You’re Mine Tonight!” Terri said in a seductive, yet commanding tone while taking her hand.

She walked and led her through the house, stopping first in their laundry room to retrieve a package of clothesline from the shelf and then next a pair of scissors from the one kitchen drawer.

“What is going through your head tonight, Terri?” Mandy inquired as Terri led her up the stairs to the bedroom intrigued by her actions and wondering what was planned.

TTerri threwthe items on the bed and resumed kissing her passionately while they began removing each other’s clothes. There was nothing wrong with their passion that night and their bodies enjoyed the sensations of each other’s skin and touches.

“Take off the rest of your clothes and lay down on the bed!” Terri said as she stepped out of her skirt that was by now laying on the floor.

TTerri retrievedthe clothesline and selected a generous length of rope and cut it with the scissors.

“Now, let’s get you tied up to this bed!” Terri smiled as she wrapped the chord around her wrists several times and secured the remaining ends to the headboard. Mandy watched in amazement as Terri secured her to the bed, wondering what she was thinking and what she was going to do with her. In very little time, Mandy was stretched tight and helplessly tied to the bed.

Terri briefly left the room and then returned holding several candles. She placed them about the room and began lighting each one with her lighter. Mandy watched Terri ’s sexy body, as she was only wearing a sexy bra and panty set by this time. Once she turned the lights off and her body was illuminated by the candle light, Terri became very, sexually intoxicating to her. Terri had such a pleasant smile and often looked innocent, yet at this moment the ‘mystery’ of wondering what was next became quite alluring as She watched her.

“It would appear by the leaking of your pussy that you are enjoying yourself!” Terri said with a smile as she returned her lighter to the nightstand and bent down to kiss her. Terri kissed harder than normal then added an interesting twist by seductively licking her face with the tip of her tongue briefly.

“Now, let’s find something interesting to do, shall we?” Terri said as she retrieved a book she had on the nightstand. This was one of those special books they purchased years back on sexual positions and techniques. Silence filled the room as Terri paged through her book. She was also silent and Mandy only could watch and enjoy her figure. Terri then smiled, placed the book open on the bed next to her and retrieved one of the tall, slender candles from the nightstand.

Mandy’s eyes got big as She studied her hand holding the candle and then prepared herself for the sting of the wax as she slowly tilted it. Terri sat expressionless and silent as she watched the scalding hot wax form, then drip onto her large breasts.

“Aaaah!” Mandy reacted to the pain of the wax since the heat was much more than She anticipated.

Terri still was expressionless and paid no attention to her reaction as she watched another drip of wax form and fall to her chest.

Mandy’s reaction was the same as the first and She was clearly not enjoying this pain.

“I think you actually enjoy hurting me?” Mandy asked.

“It’s not hurting……” Terri said as she looked down at her book “It says here that it’s quite stimulating!”

Mandy was trying her best to show her discomfort for the pain as the next drop scalded her chest.

“Besides, I could make it hurt if I wanted to…” Terri said as she lowered the candle closer to her chest while giving her a mischievous expression.

“No No!” Mandy pleaded.

Terri then noticed that her pussy was now dry so this was clearly not an activity to pursue further and returned the candle to its holder.

Terri next began to fondle her clit and her lips with one hand as an attempt to bring her spirits back up as she paged more through her book.

“Shall I untie you then?” Terri asked as she looked at the other ideas mentioned in her book.

“That would be nice…….besides, I think my fingers are turning blue!” Mandy suggested.

“Well? So much for Variety!” Terri replied as she reached up and began undoing the rope securing her wrists to the bed.

Mandy sighed to herself and relaxed, feeling relieved at the thought of being released as the tension bonding her arms reduced.

“Oh!” Terri said as she smiled back at Mandy as she pulled the rope tight again. “I almost forgot something!” Then Terri secured the rope back to the headboard and got up from the bed.

Mandy watched Terri as she went to her dresser and to the drawer containing her lingerie.

Mandy was indeed intrigued as her leaking slowly returned as the curiosity of ‘What was coming next’ wondered through her brain. Terri had such an incredible figure and She also adored watching her slender, yet slightly curvy frame in the bra and panties as she searched in the drawer.

Terri returned and resumed her position on the bed while she fondled two items retrieved from the dresser. She looked at each and checked the silky pieces of fabric before starting to glide them on. Here, she was putting on a pair of long white, silky gloves.

“Oh no!” Mandy said to herself. her eyes were getting big as She watched her glide on the gloves and She was so cognizant that She was helplessly secured to the bed. A cold, chilling fear settled into her stomach as She watched Terri ’s fingers flexing as she checked her gloves. A woman wearing long gloves was indeed a powerful image for her, particularly when combined with Bondage.

“W…why are you putting those on?” Mandy asked with a noticeable lump in her throat.

“I thought you liked it when I wore my gloves.” Terri replied as she focused on her hands. Gloves were indeed something

he encouraged in the past often as part of a lingerie outfit in a gift. She even kept a photo of her on her desk where she was wearing gloves for an event before they ever met.

“But…..wwwWhy now?” Mandy asked her with a clear nervous tone apparent in her voice.

“But why not Amanda?” Terri returned with a seductive smile.

Mandy started struggling in the bonds, trying to get free but all She could do was watch her and wait for what was about to happen.

“How did she know?” Mandy said silently to herself. Yet, She could not get over how sexy she looked sitting there before her in the flickering candle-lit room, wearing those gloves. Terri just sat there, cupping her hands together in a classic elegant Regency Era Style to provide her a full view of the gloves clinging to her slender arms.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” Terri chuckled, trying to break the silence.

They didn’t speak but it was clearly apparent that Terri knew a special secret of Mandy’s and even though it was just a hunch or perhaps a suggestion from someone from her past, Terri waited for the best opportunity to exploit it and confront her with it.

“So, I suppose you are feeling even more helpless now, aren’t you?” Terri said as she sat and smiled back at her girlfriend. Fetish or no Fetish, Terri looked incredible wearing them thus Mandy most likely was going out of her mind looking at her. Mandy also knew the smile forming on her face, that mischievous smile she used when she was up to something or just before pouncing on her.

“All tied up and helpless as a Gloved Woman approaches you!” Terri teased, knowing her secret.

“No Terri , please don’t……..Not that!” Mandy said as She struggled to get away but was sporting a very, wet leakage.

“You do know what I am thinking about…..Aren’t you.” Terri cooed as she started leaning over her.

“What the matter?........Are you afraid that I’ll Tickle You?” She cooed. “….With my Gloves!”

“Because, I might!” Terri said as her gloved fingertips began to lightly tickle her sides!

Mandy could offer no resistance to her tickling and immediately broke out in a roar of laughter. Mandy was extremely ticklish and Terri often took advantage of it, even in public. This time though was the first time that she had her completely restrained while she tickled her.

“HAHAHAHAHA………HAHAHAHAHAHAA!” Mandy cried as She twisted and turned, trying to avoid her fingertips.

“I always knew how ticklish you were and was always curious why you would be wet afterwards!” Terri said smiling as she tickled her helpless girlfriend.

Quite often during their little tickle fights it became noticeable to her that She would often get wet when tickled.

“Are we enjoying ourselves?” Terri asked as she continued the tickling.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA………NnnNO!.......HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…….Please…Stop!” Mandy cried. her body continuing to

desperately escape her tickling, yet her pussy was dripping heavily.

“But you’re sooooooo drenched!” Terri cooed. “I never imagined that my girlfriend would be such a Tickle Slut!”

Mandy’s face was flush and She continued her pleas but Terri gave her no mercy since this was clearly so exciting for her. Eventually though, Terri stopped after a few more minutes of tickling since her voice was starting to strain, that is, her cries were getting hoarse. Mandy tried regaining her composure while Terri repositioned the gloves back up on her slender arms then took started to slowly pump inside Mandy’s wet pussy.

“My, your pussy is so soaked……” Terri said as she increased the tempo of her pumps.

“So is this what you were thinking of when you suggested some Variety?” Terri asked as she fondled her clit with her other hand while she pumped her pussy with her other.

“No………” Mandy gasped as She was still catching her breath. “Not exactly.”

“Then why don’t you tell me what you were hoping would happen.” Terri replied, pumping faster and bringing her closer to a climax.

Mandy was not comfortable sharing the thoughts She was thinking about and refrained from disclosing them.

“Oh, you’re gonna tell me!” Terri said in confidence as she resumed tickling her sides!

Mandy screamed, bucked and thrashed since Terri was administering a harder pressure tickling technique to her. her stomach soon cramped in pain from the unavoidable laughter and began thinking She was going to die if she continued this much longer.

“Tell me!” Terri demanded as she cruelly tickled her bound girlfriend.

Her voice was now gone and only high pitched pleas could be heard. It wasn’t long until She muttered a faint

“Okay……..Okay……….No more….No more!”

Terri stopped tickling and resumed masturbating her wet pussy.

“Okay, you were saying?”

It took Mandy much longer to calm down from her last dose of tickling. her stomach ached wet and her voice was quite weak now. However, Terri was taken back at how drenched her pussy was and could tell this confrontation, as it unfolded before her eyes, completely turned her on. None-the-less, her tickling was so effective that She felt no other option but to disclose her thoughts and the suggestion of a Three-way with “Tracy” for fear she would resume tickling again.

Terri laughed at the suggestion and took advantage of the current situation to fuck with her some more.

“I think another woman helping me tickle you would be the death of you Mandi!” Terri said as she brought her free hand closer, wriggling her gloved finger tips and threatening another tickle. It was amazing to see what happens to someone who is tickled, in that, their eyes become fixated to any tool or in this case “finger” that approaches and the look of panic in their eyes is priceless.

“I WASN’T TALKING ABOUT TICKLING!” Mandy snapped in a panic as her fingertips were just about to make contact.

“Oh? But you clearly like Tickling and that would have to be included!“ Terri replied.

As Terri continued to masturbate her pussy. she could tell by her breathing and the look in her eyes that it would not take long. Terri thought about if she wanted to use her hand or simply mount her and use her pussy to get her off. However since her Fetish involved Gloves, she concluded that this time it may be best to use her gloved hand to make her cum. Finally, Mandy’s selfish “Three-way” suggestion startled her but she then got a devilish idea that she knew would put that suggestion to rest.

It wouldn’t take Mandy long and She was making facial expressions to indicate She was getting close.

“So, you’re interested in a Three-way Mandy?” Terri pumped faster and faster.

“Yes…….” Mandy said holding her breath routinely in an effort to delay the climax building inside her.

“So, some evening, I will tie you up to the bed as I have you now!” Terri cooed.

“And there will be a knock at our front door….”

“Outside the room, you will hear whispers and then the sound of clothes being removed….”

“Then we will enter……”

“And you may be startled at Who has joined me? Your friend Tracy? Or, my friend or coworker?.....Who knows?”

“We may kiss each other and make out in front of you….”

“I will glide on my gloves and we will both tickle your helpless body…..”

“We will be driving you insane until I take your pussy in my hand and pump it as I am doing now….”

“While the other continues tickling you…..”

“And who knows?……..Perhaps I’ll be the one Tickling……”

“While the other pumps your pussy….”

Mandy was getting so close and was not going to be able to hold back much longer. Terri recognized how close She was and slowly her rubbing, just long enough for her to finish her story.

“You will be brought to that edge as you are now but will look over at me with a most puzzling look….”

“For permission perhaps…..”

Mandy was now going crazy and the explosion was about to happen as soon as Terri removed her grip from her pussy and began playing with her nipples. The visual her story had created in her mind from her words was indeed an ultimate fantasy, until….

Terri removed her clutch from the base of her pussy and pumped faster and faster.

“I will smile and say….”

Her squirting was unavoidable as Mandy closed her eyes moaning in pleasure while her juices spewed as she got closer to coming!

“….and say….Go ahead Tammy, strap her until she Cums!”

Her words hit her as if ice cubes were dumped on her body and a chilling of fear flowed inside her from the suggestion. She felt weird inside as her climax continued. Terri knew her version was quite a mind-fuck to do to her while Cumming, but to her, She asked for it! A “Three-Way” doesn’t have to be a daisy chain, spitroasting was possible.

Mandy lie silent on the bed as Terri still held her pussy with her gloved hand, feeling her pulses subsiding.

“So, still thinking about Variety?” Terri asked with a commanding expression on her face.

“As I said, Just be careful of what you ask for!”

She whistled and Tracey came in with the biggest strapon, Mandi had ever seen.

The end.

FANTASY NIGHT GONE AWRY….(THE NEXT CHAPTERS!) Erotic Fiction F/m, FF/m summer Lovers! (Glovelover's version) F/F (with a twist....)

• Thread starterGlovelover

• Start dateFeb 22, 2015

TERRI GETS ANOTHER CRACK AT HER!

Mandy Moore tried pulling the ropes her wife Jen had just used to restrain her naked body to the bed but they were much too taut. she was completely turned on with her freshly shaved genitals and her smooth pussy was soaking wet in sexual anticipation. After securing her, Jen left her to return back to their Master Bathroom to finish getting herself ready while all Mandy could do was wait. Deep down Mandy was both very excited while yet also nervous because she was not exactly sure what was about to unfold this night.

When Jen returned back to their spare bedroom which also served as their special ‘Play Room’ where her helpless wife now awaited, she looked absolutely spectacular!!! Jen was wearing an elegant, shape hugging black velvet dress and with her hair up, her makeup and dangling diamond jewelry, she looked as if she was off to the Red Carpet for a Movie Premier.

Jen paid no attention to her bound wife tethered to the bed while she opened their ‘Special’ dresser to retain one last pair of accessories. Retrieving a particular long, slender box from the a drawer, she eventually removed a pair of long black velvet opera gloves!

“I believe my date will enjoy these almost as much as you would!” Jen said looking back in the mirror at Mandy while she glided the soft, elegant gloves up her arms. Her makeup and red lipstick made her expression appear completely cold and indifferent.

“You’re…….You’re wearing Gloves??” Mandy said in shock.

Jen slinked over to the bed and then came in real close to her wife.

“Well don't be silly?…..What else would a woman wear to the Opera?” Jen said seductively.

Her velvet gloved hand found her genitals, squeezed her pussy, and then slowly started masturbating her as her lips met her and kissed her hard.

Mandy’s eyes rolled back and closed while savoring the heavenly stimulation of her velvet palm against her skin. However this pleasureful stimulation did not last long since. Jen knew her ‘Date’ was soon to arrive as well as Mandy’s pre-arranged encounter was to as well.

“Terri had one more requirement.” Jen said getting up from her tormented wife.

Retrieving another item from their private ‘Toy Drawer’, Jen took hold of a ball gag and approached her wife slowly, still with that cold expression.

“Remember, you did ask for this…..” Jen said as the ball gag was fitted into her mouth.

The sight of Jen made up all so elegant while still aggressively affixing the ball gag to her was in itself erotic for Mandy and she began wishing that it was Jen in her current appearance who would be Dominating her this night.

Her mind fantasizing but was interrupted when a tweet was heard from her sexy little purse. Jen stopped and checked her phone.

“Terri is almost here….” Jen said now forming a glaring, slightly sadistic smile.

Next her phone rang and she answered it.

“Almost here? Great! I’ll meet you out in the driveway.” Jen said while coming closer again to her bound wife.

She grabbed Mandy’s pussy one last time and kissed the side of her face.

“Remember, anything goes tonight so try to enjoy yourself….” Jen said while squeezing her pussy one last time before getting up, smiling back at her, then leaving the room.

Mandy did not know what to feel? Betrayal? Jealousy? Excitement?

Jen’s attire and actions briefly made Mandy forget that her fantasy was about to unfold again, just a few short weeks since Terri found her tied to the bed before.

This night was unfolding a little differently from what she envisioned and had no idea her wife was getting all dolled up to spend the evening with another woman? Deep down jealousy was flowing within her while also she felt a little intrigued and shamefully, a little excited. The visual in her mind of Jen dressed all Elegant and Extravagant while with another woman was in some perverted way, exciting!

Jen entered the spare room one last time while putting on her coat, giving Mandy that indifferent expression one more time, then stepped away and went out the front door simultaneously as a car pulled in the driveway. Jen’s expression coupled with being all formally dolled up with the coat left a very lasting impression inside Mandy’s stomach and could not see nor hear their words when she greeted this gentleman who arrived to pick her up. The car doors slammed one after the other, then the car pulled out.

Just as it happened the other week, Mandy was tied helpless to the bed and waiting for someone to arrive. she just could not believe her wife’s coworker Terri was getting this second chance to find her this way. As the minutes drifted by, her leakage began diminishing since the thought of Terri having her way with her (again) actually left Mandy more nervous than excited.

Finally, a car approached and then entered the driveway resulting in Mandy’s heart to begin pounding harder and harder. Terri was here!!

FROM AWRY UNTIL NOW……..

Ever since her Fantasy Night went Awry a couple of weeks ago, Mandy found herself fantasizing more and more about submitting to Terri. her mind kept reliving what had happened that night and the whole spontaneity of it unfolding made it so memorable. Moreover, Terri’s words to Mandy when leaving resonated loudly in her mind knowing that they spoke the absolute truth. Terri did possess those Domina/Dominatrix ‘qualities’ that connected so well with her.

Over the past couple of weeks, Terri’s suggestive ‘texts’ and emails were no help either, thus Mandy was now a fly being completely trapped in Terri’s tantalizing web.

The other reality that caused concern was that her private submissive quirks were now known and she had no idea if Terri would keep this embarrassing information to herself or begin sharing it with others. From that knowledge alone, Terri had a most ‘unique’ form of leverage over Mandy.

Their circle of friends had yet to get together since that night thus Mandy was not sure how she would react around Terri in causal situations. she also had no understanding yet of what Jen actually knew from that night? Jen never asked her anything about Terri from that night, even immediately after she returned home, finding her completely exhausted in bed.

Some of these answers came on one particular evening when Mandy returned home after attending a Happy Hour with her coworkers. her stomach sank upon recognizing Terri’s car in the driveway! After backing into the garage, Mandy shut off the car and sat there quietly for a few minutes until she could collect her courage just to enter the house.

Jen and Terri were busy chatting together in the living room. Mandy knew it would be rude to not stop in and at least say “hello”, thus she nervously entered and interrupted their conversation.

“Its’ about time you came home!” Jen said with a smile while Mandy bent down to kiss her.

Mandy greeted Terri as gracious and with the best smile she could muster, however it was clear in her voice that she was nervous at this first sight of Terri since that night. Once their eyes met, Mandy felt the chills of embarrassment from her smile as if she were looking through her and reading her mind. Clearly they both were thinking the same thing. In that moment she felt ashamed of how Terri found her tied helplessly to the bed, learned her perverted quirks, and then proceeded to tickle her mercilessly!

Both women went to Dinner together after work since Mandy had her Happy Hour plans. Later, Jen invited Terri over for a drink afterwards.

It was completely amazing how different she felt when seeing Terri and as they stared at each other, it was as if she was purposely tormenting her mind.

Both Jen and Terri were still wearing their stylish dresses from work which provided Mandy some sexy leg views of the two of them. Naturally, Terri’s dress showed more of her shapely legs and Mandy found herself distracted by the black leather boots she wore with her nylons. Jen also had spectacular legs and often wore white pumps which she knew Mandy had a special passion for.

“Would you mind opening the other bottle of wine on the counter and refilling our glasses?” Jen asked while changing the crossing of her legs just to ‘flirt’ with her.

Once Mandy returned to the room, she filled her wife’s glass, then went over to fill Terri’s.

“So Jen? Has Mandy tied herself up to the bed again lately?” Terri asked with a smirk while staring intently into her eyes.

An ice cold humiliating chill entered Mandy’s stomach again from hearing her direct question, effectively shining a bright light directly on the 800 pound gorilla in the room.

“I don’t believe so? Perhaps you taught my kinky wife a lesson?” Jen said with a smile.

Terri first acted all innocent and only kept emphasizing that she merely untied her however Jen knew Terri way too much to believe that.

“Oh? I actually find that perverted quality endearing……But guess it is good for her that she is Taken!” Terri said still staring back at Mandy while sipping her wine.

“I would completely DEVOUR someone who would be open to do those Kinky things!!” Terri said looking over at Jen.

“Perhaps I better leave you Ladies to yourselves….” Mandy said as this topic of conversation could not help but to cause an leakage that was forming below in her pants.

With that, Mandy placed the bottle of wine on the coffee table and excused herself from the room.

After Terri had left and Mandy and Jen were settled into bed, Mandy just could not shake the arousing thoughts running through her head. Believing Jen was finally asleep from the wine, Mandy was completely turned on to the point that she started to masturbate as softly and secretly as she could under the covers. Jen though was still awake and actually laughed to herself since she knew their conversation earlier must have tormented her. Jen also knew that Mandy must have been so impacted by Terri from that other night that this event could change something in their relationship. She thought that perhaps this could unlock another door she herself desired to open?

Jen surprised Mandy when her hand drifted over and started playing with her genitals while she was jilling her pussy.

“What are you fantasizing about, hun?” Jen whispered as her hand overtook her then started jilling her pussy, focusing thumb Mandy’s rock hard clit as she fingered her lips.

Mandy could not respond, moaning heavily and hesitant to share.

“You cant get Terri out of your mind, can you?” Jen whispered.

Knowing all too well that in their relationship Lying was not the right thing, Mandy acknowledged her statement as Mandy hit a particular spot, making her cry out.

“Terri must have really fucked you up that other night?”

“She didn't just laugh at your expense, finally untie you, and then leave? Did she?”

This was actually turning Mandy even more, having Jen ask about that night. Jen knew that she would probably that Mandy would climax rather quickly, thus she slowed down and occasional stopped as more questions were asked.

“Would you like to have Terri to find you all Tied Up and helpless again?” Jen asked while resuming the hand job.

“I could arrange that?” She whispered seductively.

“…and I believe Terri would adore that opportunity again!”

Mandy could not resist concurring with her request, however quickly learned that there was a catch!

“You don’t get to have all the fun though….” Jen whispered seductively into her ear.

“So while you are all tied to the bed for Terri……I’ll get to go out and explore a Fantasy of my own?” Jen continued.

Her statement came out of left field and Mandy had no knowledge that there was something she too longed for.

“Y-you mean ‘huhuh’, you don’t want oooohhhh to be there too?? W-with T-T-Terri?”

“No Love!” Jen whispered as she pumped faster and faster. “That is what makes it even more naughty and exciting!”

Mandy was getting closer and closer and did not want her to stop and tease her any longer. But reading her mind, her hand let go of her wet pussy and she softly glided her nails around her genitals just to torment and frustrate her further.

“So? Do we have a deal?” Jen asked while tickling her genitals more.

Mandy was trembling as she giggled quite a bit.

She asked again while tickling her groin area even harder.

“Yehehehehes!!! Yessss AHAHAHAHA!!!” Mandy pleaded agreeing to her terms.

Jen took a hold of her pussy again and pumped it fast as it leaked wet while describing a bizarre fantasy that could unfold.

“I hope you know what you are getting yourself into……”

“Terri will be wearing her own Gloves for you when she arrives……”

“So there will be no fingerprints…….”

“Terri may actually end up Tickling you to Death this time!” Jen said and divulged that she did have a clue of what happened that night.

“And no one else will know as I will be out and have an effective alibi!” She whispered.

Jen’s naughty creativity was too much for Mandy and her lips squirted heavily, covering jen’s hands in orgasmic juices!!

Naturally, Jen too was also quite turned on thus Mandy returned the favor before they went to sleep, using her mouth and her own tender touches to pleasure Jen sensually to her own Orgasm!

In the week that followed Jen’s suggestion, Mandy had no idea that this night would arrive so quickly.

During that next week, Mandy’s phone would buzz occasionally throughout the day with texts either from Jen or Terri and while they were for the most part ‘appropriate’, they were also suggestive in a private way in that only they would understand the torment intended.

Jen and Mandy had made plans with friends for the following Saturday, however Mandy learned via one of the ‘texts’ during the week that she postponed their plans. Then as the week drew to the end, Terri’s texts became more and more suggestive culminating in one received during a Friday Afternoon meeting. Mandy made the unfortunate misstep of glancing at this text which consisted of mostly of photos…..

A nylon encased foot entering a black stiletto boot……

A woman’s bare hand entering a black opera glove……

A gloved hand holding and fondling a long, fluffy feather…..

A strap-on in position to do its deed……

Mandy had to wait until after work to download and view each attached photo closer. An wet patch formed in her pants while each photo loaded.

“I am looking so forward at being your Dominatrix again and finding you…..All helpless!!……And at my mercy!!” Terri’s message read and resonated so loudly with these attached photos.

Her viewing was interrupted by a Text from Jen wondering where she was?? Time had drifted by while enjoying Terri’s message, thus she realized she snap to it and head home.

While driving home with her mind drifting more and more into Terri’s fantasy, her mind finally realized something! Who on earth took those photos since they clearly were not ‘selfies’?

The mystery gnawed at her to the point of pulling over and reviewing the photos again more closely. The feather and strap-on were now very recognizable to Mandy as they were items from their own ‘drawer of toys’. The boots? now looked very similar to the ones Terri wore the other night? Mandy’s heart started pounding realizing finally that Jen and Terri may have took these photos the other evening while Mandy was at the Happy Hour.

“Jen was always in on it!” Ran through her head after having this realization.

Both women were steering her down a path that given her fantasies and interests, she could in no way resist them taking her down. Realizing Jen had cancelled their plans for Saturday Night gave her the impression that Saturday would be the night!! she was now getting excited and anticipating that Saturday Night would be when Terri would dominate her!!

Mandy backed the car into the garage, then entered the house. ‘Classic Sinatra’ played over the house stereo. The sound of a hairdryer towards the rear of the house indicated Jen had most likely showered after her workout.

“Its about time you came home!” Jen said back to her while drying her long hair.

“You better get in that shower or you will be late?” Jen continued.

“Be late? What on earth for?” Mandy asked?

Jen did not respond and continued drying her hair. Mandy stood there kind of dumbfounded since she did not know of any commitments they had but rather than question Jen again, she shed her clothes and got into the shower. Jen had already placed her razor in the shower and as she started, Jen commanded to her while in the shower

“I am supposed to let you know that you are Expected to be freshly shaven for Mistress Terri, thus thought you should get an early start of it!”

With her statement from left field, the text earlier from Terri, and her stroking herself with the shaving cream, Mandy quickly became aroused while showering and for a brief instant started masturbating.

“No playing with yourself in their either!!” Jen interrupted again.

“You are running late and better get done in their quickly!”

Mandy was dumbfounded? However Jen’s Dominant manner resonated loud and clear to her. Thus she finished her duties, was freshly showered, then finished drying herself in the master bath.

Jen had yet to return to the Master Bath yet while she finished drying her hair. But since she knew her normal routine, once she was finished with all of her hygienically matters, Jen appeared in the doorway. Mandy gasped noticing the site of her in the mirror. Jen was wearing black undergarments that she typically would wear under her formal Gowns or Dresses. But much to her delight were the long white silky gloves she was pulling into position.

“You look amazing!!” Mandy said and indeed was so pleasantly surprised.

Jen came over and kissed her wet then unwrapped the towel Mandy had around her waist.

Her leakage grew and Jen pressed herself wet against her soaked womanhood while kissing her.

Once they were finished kissing Jen looked up into her eyes, smiled, then took her hand. Mandy concluded in her head that Jen wanted to initiate her own ‘Romantic Play’ just for themselves this night.

Jen led her down the hallway to their playroom which was already set up and ready!

The aroma of lit candles filled the air and Mandy noticed the Queen Size Four Poster Bed was all ready for her!

Jen did not have to say any words and she was both erotic and tender with her actions, kissing her periodically while attaching the restraints to her wrists and ankles. Wearing the White Gloves and casual lingerie added such a sensuous element to the scene making Mandy completely relax and savor being bound to the bed by her. Once she first attached the cuffs to her, she circled back and fourth a couple of times checking. Jen said no words at all since first kissing her in the Bathroom, but each time she looked at her, she smiled warmly.

Until a serious expression formed on her face causing her to re-examine the connection of the restraints on the posts.

Quickly and Sharply the slack was pulled tight on her one arm.

Jen slowly walked around again to the other side and the same resulting ‘Snap’ of tension pulled at her other arm. She followed with each on her ankles which now stretched her very tight to the bed and remarkably similar to how Terri tightened her the other week.

“That should hold you!” Jen said to herself while looking back at Mandy with a subtle smile.

However she also couldn't not resist this opportunity to test the bondage as her gloved fingertips lightly began stroking Mandy’s soles.

Completely turned on and longing for the Tickling to begin, Mandy reacted laughing immediately!

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Mandy laughed aloud, tried struggling and thrashing to escape her tickles.

“Oh, My Dear Ticklish, Wimpy, Little Wife!” Jen said with a smile and finding herself laughing as well while she lightly tickled her feet.

After just a brief period of tickling her feet, Jen came up, sat down next to her, and then lightly began tickling her sides!

Mandy tried thrashing again harder because her tickling was just so effective, however she was so tightly restrained that she learned very fast that it was just too discomforting to thrash.

“Mistress Terri is just going to Eat You Alive!!” Jen said as she stopped tickling her then grabbed her smoothly shaved wet pussy with her white gloved hand.

“Oh MY GOD!” Mandy Gasped from the pleasurable sensation of her touch.

“Are you going to leave Terri anything left of me for her to Dominate tomorrow night?” Mandy said through her giggles that were now subsiding.

“Tomorrow Night?” Jen asked in surprise.

“No? Your appointment with Mistress Terri is Tonight my dear!” Jen said then kissed her one more time.

Saying nothing, Jen left her alone in the room.

AWAITING MISTRESS TERRI’S ARRIVAL!!!

All Mandy could do was await her fate! The classic music ran aloud in the house system while hoping to see headlights or a car enter the driveway. This pause also made her mind drift back to the actions of her wife.

“Who was Jen out with?” Mandy wondered to herself?

“Were they just going out to the Opera or doing something more intimate?”

Her thoughts were finally broken when a car finally entered the driveway. her heart began pounding to the reality that Terri was returning for another Tryst with Mandy. It was erotic to hear the sound of her heels walking from the car, down their walkway, past her window and to the front door of the house. Mandy listened intently while her pussy began getting wet again.

The front door opened then closed and she could hear her inside the house. Her footsteps were slow and approaching until she appeared in the doorway!

While she wondered what was to become of the night, Mandy was relieved when Terri appeared in the doorway, entered the room and greeted her with a pleasant smile. Terri wore a long leather coat which was buttoned tight, thus she had no idea what she was wearing underneath other than the black stiletto boots exposed below her coat.

Terri came over to her coworkers bound wife, leaned down then kissed her forehead softly.

“I’ll just be a few more minutes and then we can have some real fun!” Terri said softly with a sweet smile.

It was actually a little uncharacteristic of Terri since she appeared more wholesome and sweet than she was the first time she found her. Mandy watched her walk out of the room, then immediately began fantasizing of what could unfold next. The minutes ticked by and Mandy began growing impatient until she finally heard her heels approaching slowly.

Mandy always could envision Terri portraying a Dominatrix, however she was completely not prepared for what she saw once she entered the room.

Terri was wearing a Dominatrix style Half Bra, Panty and Garter belt set. The half bra accentuated her voluptuous breasts which were impossible for her to not stare at. Her nylon stockings encased her legs and looked amazing coupled with her black stiletto boots that went up almost to her knee. Terri had pulled her long hair back into a pony tail and wore a thin black mask. An application of shiny, Blood Red lipstick accentuated her expression. But it was her other accessories that made the most impact for Mandy. Naturally, the long black gloves encasing her slender arms were what Mandy fantasized Terri would wear for her. However it was her final accessory that really took her aback. A black, smooth and wet Strap-on stood out from her body.

Mandy’s eyes got real big as Terri approached her. She knew that her attire had just fucked with her mind and that her actions now better live up to her visual threat!

Terri was silent while she paced around her, staring at her with a most confident smile and her eyes looked so cold from what was visible through the mask.

Mandy’s pussy was as wet as a soaking and throbbed with anticipation with Terri pacing around her.

Going over to the private dresser, Terri opened the one drawer and searched the contents. Finding a thin, leather shoelace, Terri returned to the bed and began wrapping it around her freshly shaved genitals.

“I cant have you loosing control of yourself too early my dear slave.” Terri said while wrapping her lips and separating them with the shoelace.

It was most uncomfortable once she was done but when she started stroking her pussy with her gloved hand her mind quickly diminished the discomfort it created.

Without a threat nor a warning, Terri’s gloved fingers moved to Mandy’s sides and began tickling her!

Her muffled laughs coupled by her ineffective struggling made it clear that Terri’s touch was quickly unbearable to Mandy.

“Oh we are going to have so much fun tonight my Ticklish little slave…” Terri said with a gleeful smile.

“….And while I know you just cant get enough of me Tickling you I have also arranged for other activities for us to explore!”

Mandy could not help but to conclude Terri’s strap-on had something to do with that statement. However, all she could do was struggle and laugh under the ball gag while she tickled her.

Terri got up then moved her fingertips to her legs. Squeezing them in the way she did, she immediately started bucking her body violently from the tickling.

“Oh I forgot how much you liked this!” Terri cooed while squeeze tickling her legs harder and harder. Then instinctively, squeezed her way upwards towards her ultra sensitive hips.

Mandy’s muffled laughter turned to desperate screams under the ball gag and her breathing became more and more struggled since she could not breath through her mouth.

“Is that too uncomfortable for you?” Terri asked while continuing the tickling.

“Would you like me to remove it?”

Terri momentarily paused in her tickle assault.

“Would you?” She asked again.

Her muffled whimpers sounded agreeable yet Terri resumed the tickling.

“You need to be more convincing than that!” Terri said while Mandy broke down again in muffled hysterics.

With a devilish smile on her face, Terri tickled her way up her body both squeezing and stroking her flesh. She had forgotten how insanely ticklish she was to her and could most likely do some serious damage to her. Terri cruelly tickled her underarms and kept asking if she wanted the ball gag removed? Between her hysterical yelps and breathing, Mandy desperately tried convincing her to remove it.

Flipping the ball gag from out of her mouth, Mandy inhaled wet and then roared in a fit of hysterical laughter like she was catching up from the start of the tickling.

Terri immediately resumed to cruelly tickle her sides with a most devilish smile on her face.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Mandy laughed aloud.

As it was the other week, Terri was just simply amazed at how desperate and agonizing it appeared for Mandy to endure her tickling, yet her pussy remained soaking wet excited!!! Mandy’s complete excitement from her tickling was beginning to distract Terri from torturing her and found herself wanting to focus her attention on her excitement and her wet pussy. To snap herself back into a sadistic mode, Terri returned her attention to her ticklish hips! Pinching and squeezing her body causing her to scream and go out of her mind in ticklish hysterics!!

“Who’s my devoted Tickle Bitch?” Terri asked.

Mandy was just too hysterical and screaming aloud to form words or responses.

“Who’s my devoted Tickle Bitch!?!” Terri asked more sternly and tickled even harder.

And when she could not stand it anymore, Mandy dug deeply within herself and yelled aloud.

“I …HAHAHA……AM!!! …HAHAHAHAHAHA……I…HAHAHAHA….AM…..HAHAHAHAHA!”

Mandy’s voice began disappearing despite her maniacal laughter and desperate thrashing from Terri’s sadistic tickling and determination to push her to her limit! Her gloved fingers pinched and stroked her hips and legs knowing she was so desperately ticklish in those areas.

Terri’s head positioned closer and closer to Mandy’s wet pussy as she tickled her and then could not hold herself back any longer. Finally, she stopped tickling her and then watched with a smile while her hysterics continued even after the sensory overload ended! Mandy’s body then convulsed when her warm lips touched her clit and then slid to her dripping lips before she took her clit completely into her mouth and began gently sucking.

“OH MY GOD!!!” Mandy screamed internally to herself despite the continued hysterical laughter at the pleasure granted by Terri.

Terri had a sense that she was much too excited and soon would realize how painful the restraints on her genitals would become if an ejaculation formed. Thus, Terri quickly stopped to add leverage to her position and eventually take Mandy down a new road.

“You want to cum, don’t you?” Terri said kissing her genitals.

“Oh….Yessssssss…….” Mandy moaned in selfish anticipation.

“You will have to do something special for your Mistress before that is granted….” Terri said taking her pussy again into her warm mouth.

“OH…….GOD!!!” Mandy moaned again in pleasure.

“Do you want to please your Mistress so you can be one step closer to coming…” Terri said softly between her motions of going down on her clit.

“Or? I’ll just leave you all tied up and I’ll tickle you even more severely!” She threatened.

“…..and continually do this with your dripping lips all tied up so you will not cum!!”

Mandy was feeling the ejaculation building, however the pressure of not being able to complete began creating more and more pain in her genitals.

“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” Mandy groaned in pain and sexual frustration from not being able to cum.

“Yes………Yes………Mistress Terri……..As you Wish!!” Mandy pleaded.

“Spectacular!!!” Terri said with a gleeful smile and with such enthusiasm.

“let’s test something.” Declared Terri, running her fingers across Mandy’s large nipples.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” screamed Mandy.

TERRI’S TICKLE BITCH!!

Terri went around the bed and untied the ropes from the posts however left the cuff restraints on each of Mandy’s limbs.

“Go and retrieve us a couple of large pillows…..” Terri instructed and then sat on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs, and waiting for Mandy to return.

Mandy returned to the room with several pillows and followed Terri’s instructions to the specific locations of where to place them. She motioned for her to kneel on the floor beside the bed, stood and then approached her slowly. Mandy kept her head lowered since she understood her place at this time and did not want to displease Terri.

“I remember seeing one of these in your drawer of toys the other night……” Terri said while slowly approaching her and referring her ‘accessory’.

Terri’s black, smooth, and soaking wet strap-on was impossible to ignore and the visual of her pelvis sporting it while her gloved hands rested calmly on her hips clearly indicated where the next phase of this evening was going. Taking her gloved finger to her chin, Terri raised Mandy’s head to look up at her Mistress. Despite her mask, the satisfying expression on her face screamed all too loudly that she was going to enjoy this next phase of their exploration. Mandy was consuming the entire visual of Terri, her lingerie, her gloves, and her strap-on! While it was awkward seeing Terri’s very feminine frame and assets coupled with the rock-hard member, it still none-the-less looked very sexually arousing to her.

“I just know you are dying to feel me inside you!!” Terri said with a smirk then began rubbing Mandy’s head softly and fondling her hair.

“Perhaps our next time, I’ll allow you to worship this as you would worship my boots and feet my dear slave!”

Terri had her rise to her feet and led her to the foot of the bed, making her face the pile of pillows placed. Pulling her legs apart as much as possible, Terri tied each rope on her ankle cuffs to the foot of each post. Mandy was next pushed over the pillows and was now lying on her chest with her ass raised slightly due to the pillows. Finally, she tied the ropes attached to her wrists back to each bedpost so her slave was completely restrained.

Mandy watched her Mistress slowly walk out of the room and felt completely vulnerable knowing what was about to happen. While Jen and Mandy had a strap-on in their drawer of toys, strap-on play was truthfully an activity they only briefly experimented with once or twice. Moreover, Jen mainly wore the strap-on as a threat than as an actual activity they engaged in regularly. However, Terri looked completely intent to use her strap-on and carry this out which added an uncertain erotic element of fear into Mandy’s mind.

Terri returned to the room carrying a large, bulky purse.

Placing the purse on the bed in front of her, Terri removed her long opera gloves.

“Please hold these for me, would you my dear….” Terri said while draping the gloves over her neck.

She next removed from her purse a pair of latex gloves and a jar or KY, then snapped on the gloves and began smearing a dosing lube to her strap-on, stroking it as if she were masturbating.

“Do you rub your dripping clit when you are fantasizing about your Mistress and her large black strap-on?” Terri asked softly looking at her with a smile.

“I’ll try to be gentle….” Terri said with a smile taking another helping of KY onto her latex glove and then walked out of her sight taking position behind her.

A chill soared through Mandy’s spine once she felt her gloved fingers lube up that area and briefly slid inside her! It was such an awkward sensation for her yet Mandy remained silent. When her finger exited her ass, Mandy enjoyed this brief pause from that sensation, but it was quickly interrupted when she felt the strap-on begin penetrating her body. Terri removed the latex gloves from her hands then she held her body wet while easing herself into her slave. Even for weeks afterwards, Mandy could not describe the sensations because it was both immensely pleasurable and not at all at the same time. However, she could not help but to glance over at the dresser mirror and watch the visual image of Terri moving her pelvis back and forth, fucking her round ass!

“Are you loving this as much as I am!!” Terri said in a most passioned breath as it was clear she was very turned on.

“W……Whatever pleases you Mistress!! “ Mandy replied, moans leaving her voice.

Sensing that her slave needed a little more stimulation, Terri took advantage of Mandy’s stretched position and started to lightly tickle her sides with her exposed fingernails.

“No!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAOOOOOHHGAWAHAHADHAHAHA! “ Mandy screamed at the surprise of her tickling and her body started moving to escape from her fingernails.

“Oh No?? I need to keep my Tickle Bitch happy!!”

Terri dug in and tickled her harder. Mandy struggled and tried getting away, however Terri had absolute and complete control over her.

“I will just tickle you while I fuck you hard!” Terri said.

Mandy gave up and laughed aloud as Terri had her way with her with the strap-on.

“Thats’ right slave……You are now my Tickle Bitch!” Saying as she could tell Mandy had let go of all resistance and had no choice but to submit to her actions.

Terri understood and could tell that this scene was very new to Mandy and eventually stopped tickling her and then held her sensually while she was still inside her. They calmed down together, their breathing slowing down and getting more normal. Ultimately withdrawing, she untied her and allowed Mandy to settle down kneeling at her feet.

Once her spirits returned, Terri removed the restraint from her genitals then instructed her take a break in the bathroom to relieve herself if necessary and freshen up if needed. she was also to retrieve a soapy wash cloth, towel and some disinfecting wipes. Once she returned to the room where Terri was waiting, she cleaned her strap-on. Terri stood there proud watching her slave meticulously clean the unique accessory. She watched her closely as she worked appreciating her thoroughness and the look on her face. Soon, she thought, she may succumb completely as mentioned earlier before they began. Once she was satisfied that she completed the task, Terri instructed Mandy to lay back down on the bed so she could restrain her one last time. She stretched her tight as she was earlier in the evening, then kissed her hard.

Since she had not yet glided on her opera gloves, Terri recalled how well she responded to her fingernails. Mandy’s body bounced to life as soon as her fingernails began tickling the soles of her feet. Terri’s devilish smile returned realizing how effective her nails were.

“You didn't think we were finished yet, did you?” Terri said as her nails tickled their way up her legs to ultimately her sides!

“NO…..HAHAHAHAHAHA…..NO!…….HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Mandy cried amongst her hysterical laughter.

Terri’s fingernail tickling must have been overwhelming because she began struggling and wiggling desperately to try and escape her fingernails.

Yet despite her ticklish agony, Mandy’s pussy that was soaked during the strap-on play was already gushed up again.

“Oh you are such the Tickle Bitch Amanda!!” Terri laughed reacting to her leakage.

“You just cant get enough of it!!” She laughed!

Sensing she was getting her closer and closer to that point that she could take it no more, Terri took the KY and smeared it over her torso and sides then scratch-tickled her hard!

“HAHAHAHAHAHA……OH….MY…..GOD!!!!……HAHAHAHAHAHAHA……..NOT THAT WAY……….SsssTOP!!!!!”

Mandy bucked violently against her restraints and her laughter turned to screams. she was having enough and started to fear that Terri would actually Tickle her to her death!!!

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH……….SsssTRAWBERRY!!!!……STRAWBERRY!!!…..HAHAHAHA!”

“Strawberry?” Terri asked with a chuckle.

“Thats your Safe Word?” Terri asked a bit sarcastically.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA………….YES!!!!!!…………HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!” Mandy pleaded.

“Oh? That means I’m supposed to stop?” Terri asked again with sarcasm.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA………PLEASE!!!……..HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…….PLEASE!!!”

Finally, Terri ceased with the severe tickling and sat there watching the flush, wiggling, sweaty quivering mass and savored the victory that she was able to push her to her limit. She lightly masturbated her soaking wet pussy but was still not ready to let her cum yet. Once she was able to settle down and Terri knew that she was okay, she pulled the covers over her and left her have an extended break while still tied to the bed.

“I will let you settle down for a little bit….” Terri said leaving her alone in the room.

ANOTHER DILEMMA TO DECIDE!!!

Excited but now quite exhausted, Mandy relaxed and laid still on the bed. Terri did not return to the room for quite awhile and she may have even drifted asleep briefly. Headlights from a car entering the driveway awoke her.

“Did Terri leave?” Mandy wondered to herself hearing only the music in the house playing.

Car doors opened from the car and then they closed. Heels were heard walking down the walkway while the car backed from the driveway and then left. Mandy assumed it was Jen returning home from her ‘date’ and after she opened the front door and closed it, she listened intently. Terri had not left either since she could hear their voices within the house. Mandy was determined to hear what they were saying. her mind was racing with curiosity as to what type of date Jen was just on and where this all was going from here? However it was several more minutes that went by before anyone entered the room.

The bedroom door finally opened and both women entered. Mandy was not expecting this and was pleasantly surprised to see both women had changed and were wearing very similar black evening gowns. Jen was wearing the long white gloves she wore earlier when she first tied her to the bed and Terri wore her long black gloves. Neither of them said a word to her as they entered, however they each smiled to her. Both women retrieved their own feathers from the vase and after pulling the covers off of her, took positions on the bed on either side of Mandy.

“Did you enjoy yourself tonight honey?” Jen asked while she lightly tickled her with the feather.

“Yes…….and you?” Mandy replied with a giggle since the feather tickled slightly.

“Immensely!!” Jen smiled.

“Even though my date lost control of herself and ruined my gloves.”

“Tracey is also into Gloves?” Terri asked while she too lightly tickled her flesh with a feather.

“Apparently! her leakage was wet to miss, thus I decided to have some fun on the way home…” Jen said while setting down her feather so she could starting masturbating Mandy’s pussy with her white gloves.

“Did you Milk her dry?” Jen asked Terri.

Jen was amazed to learn that Terri had not allowed Mandy to Cum at all throughout the evening, thus knew Mandy must have been as horny as she ever had been.

It was awkward from Mandy’s perspective to have both women there, however her excitement and longing to finally Cum was impossible to withhold.

Jen stopped and left go of Mandy’s pussy, then after a brief pause, Terri’s gloved hand began masturbating her.

“We have another decision for you to make before allowing you to cum.” Jen said.

The pace of Terri’s handjob slowed down but was still effective enough to keep working her closer and closer.

“In order for us to make you Cum, you must first agree to participate in a ‘little experiment’ we would like to do, the next time we all play?”

Mandy was getting closer and with both of ladies wearing their Gowns and Gloves it was impossible for her to resist this visual stimulation!

“Experiment?” Mandy inquired but the look on her face revealed she was getting closer and closer.

Terri stopped the hand job to intensify the anguish.

“All we will say for now is that it involves you being tickled, thats all…..” Jen said.

“If you are not agreeable and this is your choice, we will stop now, untie you and let you rub yourself off….”

Both women sat there and stared at her.

“If you say “Yes”? We will both Tickle you…..Together!” Terri said.

They had just offered Mandy her ultimate fantasy of being tickled by more than one woman!! Mandy would have been a fool to resist such a fantasy unfolding thus she agreed quickly to their terms.

“I’ll watch…..” Jen said with a smile as Terri took Mandy’s pussy again in her hand and masturbated her.

“You know? I have devilish idea…..” Jen said as she got up and walked around the bed.

“Lets see if you can make her Cum while being tickled yourself!!!” Jen said and began tickling Terri’s sides!

Mandy’s eyes popped out watching Jen tickling Terri while right in front of her. Terri winced and struggled and clearly was just too ticklish to focus on giving Mandy the Handjob and began laughing wet herself.

“Who’s the Tickle Mistress Now?” Jen said while tickling Terri harder and harder.

Mandy’s heart was beating so wet watching this spontaneous female on female tickle assault unfold in front of her and had she been untied would have rubbed herself off immediately.

“Perhaps I’ll tie both of you up next time and tickle the two of you!!” Jen threatened.

Mandy was never expecting this to unfold and within seconds she watched the woman who just tickled her to her limit begin begging herself for the tickling to stop!! Then as quickly as it began, Jen stopped her tickling and returned to her earlier position on the bed beside her bound wife and started masturbating her wife. Terri still giggling and a bit flush herself regained her composure and complimented Jen’s skills as she reached and began squeezing Mandy’s lips. Terri’s squeezing and Jen masturbating her was heaven, coupled that with the view of both of them wearing their gloves. Mandy was getting extremely close and gasped in frustration when Jen left go of her soaking wet pussy.

“All kidding aside Terri, go ahead and make her Cum!!” Jen said to Terri while gliding off her white gloves.

“Because I am soooooooooo looking forward to Tickling her after she Cums!!” Jen said with a devious smile while wiggling her fingertips!

Terri jerked her wet and fast and quickly got Mandy to that edge! While Mandy was finally allowed to Cum it was with mixed emotions knowing that these women intended to subject her to Post Orgasm Tickle Torture!!

Mandy’s eyes closed and she actually screamed aloud as a stream of pussy juices shot from her lips into the air!! It was a most explosive squirting for her since Terri kept her at that edge so many times throughout the night without being permitted to receive any relief.

“Thats’ a good girly!” Jen said while each load shot from her pussy and Terri squeezed her pussy harder for a few seconds.

Mandy’s eyes stayed closed for just a few seconds but opened at the same time Jen’s fingertips approached her sides.

Mandy’s screams began the moment Jen’s fingernails made contact with her sides as the result of her ultra-sensitive-post orgasmic flesh!

“Well hello there………Terri’s little Tickle Bitch!” Jen said with a devious smile.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Mandy screamed!

Terri laughed while watching Jen turn her into a hysterical mess, then Terri too removed her gloves!

Eventually, Mandy had no choice but to endure the merciless tickling from both of them! Both women cruelly tickled her entire body while also chiding her for being such a Tickle Bitch!!

It didn't take long, and to no surprise to both of them, Mandy ultimately screamed out her ‘safe word’ again!!!

She freaked when the two continued tickling her beyond the ‘safe word' for several seconds. They had effectively fulfilled an ultimate fantasy of hers, yet she had no idea as to what this “Experiment” would be in the future the next time they played. “Room for one more?” Mandy’s eyes widened as Tracey, Jen’s date and Mandy’s old crush appeared, wearing a large pink strap-on. She handed a green one to Jen. “Shall we enter all three of her holes, ladies?” proposed tracey. Jen grinned. “Next time, Terri, Tracey and I will take you to one of those Dungeons in the City! As we wear these!!" declared Jen as she and Terri affixed their black and pink strap-ons.

Weighting for Mercy (F/M, Non-Con, When a Barbell, Questionable Decisions, and Puns Collide)

• Thread starterLostSole

• Start dateOct 5, 2024

• https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/weighting-for-mercy-f-m-non-con-when-a-barbell-questionable-decisions-and-puns-collide.441867/

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Jessica lay on the workout bench, pinned beneath the barbell like a bug trapped under a glass. her arms trembled, her chest burned and sweat dripped down her temples. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks, or in this case, a barbell, that she’d seriously miscalculated her abilities today. she was usually smarter than this, or so she’d like to believe.

"Yep, this was a great idea, Jessica," she muttered to herself, gritting her teeth. "Real genius move." her voice was heavy with sarcasm, masking the panic slowly creeping up her spine.

There were really only two options now: admit defeat and call for help or wait it out and hope that gravity developed a sudden sense of humor, preferably the kind that didn’t involve her becoming part of an embarrassing viral video. she’d already survived one college fail video; she wasn’t about to star in another.

From the hallway came the unmistakable sound of footsteps, light and purposeful. Of course. her luck just kept getting better.

"Please be a burglar," Jessica whispered, though she knew better. A burglar would be kinder than the alternative; a certain someone who loved to see her squirm.

Emma appeared in the doorway, her eyebrows raised, arms crossed, and lips twitching as though fighting back a smirk. The kind of smirk that said "I told you so" without needing the words.

"Do you even lift, baby?" she asked, leaning casually against the doorframe. "Because it looks to me like someone got themselves into a weighty situation."

Jessica groaned internally; this was exactly the response she’d been dreading. Of course, she wouldn’t just help her without a verbal victory lap first. It was practically written in the rulebook of their relationship.

"Very funny. A little help here?" she asked, trying not to sound like she was begging.

"Oh, I don’t know," Emma mused, tapping her chin with exaggerated thoughtfulness. "Looks like you’ve got it under control. I mean, you always tell me how strong you are. Shouldn’t this be a breeze?" She flashed her a sweet, almost innocent smile, though the devilish amusement in her eyes gave her away.

"Okay, fine," Jessica admitted through gritted teeth, her pride taking the hit. "I may have slightly overestimated my... capabilities."

Emma clicked her tongue, strolling toward her with all the urgency of someone meandering through a museum. "Slightly? Jessica, you’re about three seconds away from starring in a fitness fail video."

Jessica groaned again, louder this time, the humor slowly draining from her patience. "Haha," she deadpanned, not even bothering to hide her sarcasm. "Can you just lift the bar off me?"

She bent down, her face mock serious as she rested her hands near her ribs, pretending to inspect the situation like a doctor diagnosing a patient.

“Hmm,” she murmured, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “Seems like a tight spot. What happens if I poke here?” Before Jessica could react, she jabbed her side without warning, causing her to snort in surprise.

"Emma! Don’t," Jessica warned, though the half-laugh in her voice undermined any sense of seriousness.

"Don't what?" she asked innocently, her lips curling into a smirk as her fingers hovered just above her ribs. She poked again, this time with deliberate slowness. "Don't do this?"

"EMMAHAHAHA!" Jessica’s laughter exploded as she poked her side repeatedly, each jab forcing her into more helpless giggles.

She paused and gave a mock sigh, standing up as if completely unimpressed with the chaos she had just caused.

"You know," she mused, "you’re in the perfect position to give a TED Talk on overconfidence. And maybe idiocy." She tapped her chin, pretending to think deeply. "The title could be: How I Failed to Lift Weights and Gained Humility Instead."

Jessica groaned, shifting awkwardly under the barbell that still had her pinned, trying to escape her teasing fingers. "I’ll give a TED Talk on why my girlfriend won’t stop making fun of me if you don’t help me in the next ten seconds."

Emma’s smirk grew into a grin. "Making fun of you? Jessica, I’m trying to educate you." She crouched down again, her fingers hovering dangerously near her ribs, tracing light circles across her side. Jessica’s body twitched involuntarily, already anticipating the ticklish attack.

"Emma, I swear—" Jessica’s words were cut off as her body jerked under the gentle, deliberate strokes of her fingers.

"This is an important life lesson: don’t let your ego write checks your muscles can’t cash," she said, her tone dripping with faux wisdom, completely ignoring her protests as her fingers brushed up and down her ribs once more.

"HAHA! STAHAP!" Jessica’s body shook as laughter bubbled up uncontrollably, but the barbell rendered her completely helpless. she tried wriggling away from her relentless fingers, but all it did was make her grin even wider.

Emma flashed her a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Oh, you’re ticklish?" she asked, raising an eyebrow with feigned surprise. "I didn’t realize."

Jessica shot her an accusatory glare through fits of laughter. "YEHEHES, YOU DIHIHID!"

She paused her attack and stood back up, clearly in no rush to rescue her, arms crossed with a smug satisfaction. "You know," she began, her tone light but teasing, "this could’ve been avoided if you’d just stuck to what you’re good at: being adorable, sexy woman and opening pickle jars for me. I mean, you probably wouldn’t end up in a pickle so much if you did."

Jessica groaned. "Emma."

"Oh, and grabbing stuff from the high store shelves. That’s definitely in your wheelhouse," she added, with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

"The store shelves aren’t that high, Emma," Jessica shot back, a smirk tugging at her lips. "You’re just... short.”

"I'm not short, I'm just more down to earth than others," Emma declared, raising her chin in mock pride. With that, she leaned down again, her hands finding her ribs and sides, and without warning, she began kneading them.

Jessica’s body betrayed her immediately. she tried to hold back her laughter, but within seconds, it burst out of her uncontrollably. "EMMAHAHA! STAHAHAP!"

She paused her tickling, tilting her head with faux innocence. "What’s the problem? What are you in a hurry for? It’s not like you've been waiting around a while... or have you? You can wait a minute, surely." Her grin stretched even wider, clearly proud of her wordplay.

Jessica groaned dramatically, rolling her eyes. "Your puns are unbearable."

But Emma was far from done. She continued, shaking her head in exaggerated disappointment. "I mean, you’ve really outdone yourself here. I didn’t think anything could top the time you thought using chili oil as massage oil was a good idea, but here we are."

"Okay, that was one time," Jessica protested, though it was difficult to sound intimidating when she was pinned under a 200-pound barbell. "And I learned my lesson."

Emma raised her eyebrows, hands on her hips. "One time too many. I still can’t eat anything spicy without having flashbacks, you know." She punctuated her words with a playful poke to her side, causing Jessica to flinch, her laughter bubbling up before she could stop it.

"STOHOHOP!" she gasped, her body writhing under the barbell as her fingers danced across her belly, hitting all the sensitive spots she knew too well.

Emma continued conversationally, as though Jessica wasn’t struggling to breathe between bouts of laughter. "Seriously, just the thought of it brings me back. I’m still recovering." Her fingers traced her sides, the tickling relentless.

Jessica squirmed, her laughter spilling out uncontrollably until, mercifully, Emma paused her tickling, allowing her to catch her breath. "I’m sure this is all very entertaining for you," she gasped, her voice still tinged with residual giggles. "But can you please just—"

She cut her off with a devilish grin, her fingers hovering dangerously close to her ribs again. "Tell you what," she began, her voice dripping with mischief, "I’ll help you, but you’ve got to admit I’m funnier… and you agree to finally let me strap you up."

Jessica blinked at her, her brow furrowing as though she’d just suggested they adopt a shark as a house pet. "What?"

"You heard me," she said, inching closer, her fingers wiggling playfully near her ribs again, the threat of more tickling hanging in the air. "Say, 'Emma is funnier than me, and she can plough my sexy ass,' and I’ll lift the bar."

Jessica narrowed her eyes, shifting her weight as best she could to relieve the pressure on her chest and, more importantly, to avoid her tickling onslaught.

"Yeah, that’s not happening," she said, her defiance clear, even if her position was far from strong.

Emma shrugged, her grin widening as though she’d already won.

"Suit yourself," she replied, her voice light with mock sympathy. Then, with excruciating slowness, she reached out and brushed her fingers lightly against her ribs. "I’m patient. I don’t mind waiting around for you to say it." She raised her eyebrows as if challenging her to see how long she could hold out.

"Emma, no—" But it was already too late. Her fingers found their target again, this time lingering longer. Jessica’s body bucked under the bar, helpless as her laughter was drawn out of her like water from a well.

"HAHAHA! NOHOHO!" she shouted, her voice breaking as laughter overwhelmed her, her large breasts jiggling under the barbell.

"Oh, wow," Emma said, feigning surprise as she continued her tickling assault. "Are you finally coming to terms with my hilarity? I knew you'd come around eventually."

"HAHAHA! STOHOHOP! EMMA!" Jessica pleaded, her body twisting as much as it could beneath the barbell’s weight.

Emma’s expression turned mockingly serious; her voice filled with false concern. "Stop? Stop what? Being funnier than you? Your desire for me to stuff all thee of your holes"

"HAHAHAHA! PLEAHEHEHESE!" Jessica’s voice was hoarse, the exertion from both the weight and the relentless tickling taking its toll.

"I’m helping you, silly," she teased, her fingers moving lightly across her belly, making her squirm even more. "I’m helping you get your ab workout in. Maybe if you spent more time working on those abs and less time pretending to be funny, you’d stand a chance."

"AHAHAHA! YOU’RE NAHAHAT FUNNEHEHEHE!" Jessica managed to shout through her helpless laughter, her face flushed with exertion and embarrassment.

Emma gave her a mockingly sympathetic look, shaking her head like a disappointed parent.

"You poor, deluded soul," she said with a sigh. "I was going to go easy on you, but if you keep up this denial..." She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper as her fingers expertly teased her ribs again, eliciting even more frantic laughter from Jessica. "I’ll just sit right here until you’re ready to say it. The weight room can become the waiting room."

"HAHAHA! OKAY! OKAY!" Jessica gasped, her laughter peaking as she finally caved. "YOU’RE FUNNY!"

Emma paused, her grin spreading like the cat that got the cream. "Funny how? Like funny ha-ha, or funny ‘I should be a stand-up comedian’?"

"HAHAHA! YOU’RE—HAHAHA—A STAND-UP! NOW PLEAHEHEHESE!"

She sat back, crossing her arms triumphantly, clearly enjoying every second. "Good. Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?"

Jessica panted for breath, glaring at her between lingering giggles. "You’re evil. Pure evil."

Emma flashed her her brightest smile, unbothered and clearly basking in her victory. "Evil? I'm not Evil, silly, I'm Emma," she said, winking playfully.

She paused before walking towards the back of the bench. Jessie’s eyes widened. “EMMA! NOT There!” Emma grinned as the soles were exposed. “If not here, where? Your holes?” “HAHAHAHA! OKAAYHAHAHAY! STRAHAHAHAP ME UPPPAHAHAHA!”

She finally bent down, hands gripping the barbell. "See? All better. The wait is over now." With a cheeky grin, she lifted the bar off her, the relief immediate for Jessica. she sat up slowly, rubbing her ribs and muttering under her breath.

"Oh, I'm so getting payback later," she grumbled, still catching her breath.

"Oh, yeah?" Emma raised an eyebrow, unfazed. "Will you be lying in wait to do so? Because I sure hope it doesn't end up a repeat of today."

Jessica rolled her eyes dramatically. "OK, enough with the puns."

"Sorry, once I get going I'm punstoppable, you should know that by now," Emma teased with a grin.

Jessica groaned again, standing up slowly, rolling her shoulders as if preparing for battle. she glared at her playfully. "You know, I’m filing this under 'reasons to get revenge.' And I have a long memory."

Emma crossed her arms, returning her playful stare. "Revenge? You’ve already been defeated, my love. Stick to what you're good at, like accidentally trapping yourself under weights."

Jessica shook her head, still catching her breath. "I’ll get you back. And when I do, it’ll be poetic. You’ll be laughing so hard you’ll beg for mercy."

Emma raised an eyebrow, her smirk deepening. "Beg for mercy? From you? Please, the only thing I'll beg for is more popcorn when your revenge falls flat."

Jessica chuckled, rubbing her sore ribs. "You’re just lucky I couldn’t move. But next time? Different story."

Emma reached out, patting her cheek affectionately, her smirk still intact. "Sweetie, you can barely lift a barbell. Revenge might be a bit... heavy for you to handle." She winked.

Jessica stared at her for a second, then slowly pointed toward the door. "Out. Before I change my mind about waiting on revenge and make it immediate."

Emma laughed, walking backwards toward the door. "You really think you can catch me? I’ve seen you run. It’s more of a waddle. You’d better wait for the right moment." She gave her a wink before turning to leave.

Jessica couldn’t help but grin despite herself. "Emma, I swear, the next time you say ‘weight’—"

"Wait, what did you say? Not sure I heard you clearly," she playfully yelled out, now standing at the doorway, her head poking back in with a mischievous smile.

"Get out!" Jessica laughed, grabbing the nearest towel and launching it in her direction.

She dodged it effortlessly with a little twirl, sticking her tongue out over her shoulder as she disappeared down the hallway, her light footsteps echoing away.

From the hallway, her voice rang out once more, cheekier than ever: "Just remember, good things come to those who wait!"

Jessica flopped back onto the bench with a grin, staring up at the ceiling, chest still heaving slightly from both exertion and laughter. "I’m gonna need a heavier barbell."

THE END

Code Dependency (F/M, Non-Con, When Bad Code, Bad Choices, and Bad Puns Collide)

• Thread starterLostSole

• Start dateNov 28, 2024

• Source: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/code-dependency-f-m-non-con-when-bad-code-bad-choices-and-bad-puns-collide.443187/

• Jessica sat hunched over her laptop, eyes bloodshot and glazed from hours of staring at a tangled web of code that looked less like a career path and more like a plate of digital spaghetti. her fingers hovered above the keyboard, twitching like they had a mind of their own, one determined to close the laptop and chuck it out the nearest window. “Why did I think I’d be good at this again?” she muttered to herself, grimacing at the mocking glow of the error message that refused to budge.

It had all seemed so simple on Codecademy: a few tutorials, a couple of "Hello World’s”, and boom! She’d be the next Silicon Valley whiz kid. Instead, she was more Silicon Malley, fumbling around like a tourist in tech country. Programming, she’d thought, might finally be the stable career path she’d been chasing. But now? Stability felt as out of reach as a functioning Wi-Fi signal in her mom’s basement.

This was just the latest installment in Jessica’s grand experiment of “What Am I Even Doing With My Life?”, a series of career misfires worthy of their own sitcom. First, there was her foray into personal training, which ended abruptly when she got pinned under a barbell that she swore was possessed. “Lift your spirits,” the gym’s slogan had promised. Instead, she lifted her tailbone and fractured her pride.

Next came exterminator. Turns out, arachnophobia is not a great resume builder for pest control. “Spiders,” She’d rationalized, “can’t be that fast.” she now knew better: they had eight legs and zero patience.

Car salesman was another gem. she couldn’t even sell herself on the idea, much less anyone else. “This car,” She’d told one customer, pointing vaguely at a dented sedan, “is, um, great for... parking?” Unsurprisingly, she was not employee of the month.

Now, here she was, sitting in front of a laptop that had betrayed her more times than her high school group project partners. “Error: Unexpected token,” the screen flashed mockingly. “Unexpected? You and me both, buddy,” Jessica sighed, rubbing her temples.

It wasn’t just the career failures getting to her; it was the crushing realization that her life had become a series of punchlines. Unfortunately, she didn’t feel like she was in on the joke.

Leaning back, Jessica let out what felt like her hundredth sigh of defeat, the kind that could fill a soundboard labeled Existential Crisis, Track 3. Suddenly, a familiar voice wafted from the doorway.

“What’s up, Jessie?” Emma called, her tone bright with amusement. “All those sighs you’re letting out are a sigh’n that something’s wrong.”

Jessica rolled her eyes, though the corner of her mouth betrayed her with a reluctant twitch. “Hilarious, Em. I’m just… stuck.”

Emma strode in, effortlessly nosy, and leaned over her shoulder to peer at the digital disaster on her screen. Her eyes danced over the tangled mess of code, looking far too casual for someone standing so close to catastrophe. “Stuck, huh? More like you’re dangling from a frayed thread of hope. Want me to take a look?”

Jessica shrugged, her hand flopping in a gesture that said, Be my guest, but prepare for battle. “I don’t know if even you can fix this. It’s just a minor glitch, but the fix is apparently a Rubik’s Cube wrapped in barbed wire.”

Emma tilted her head, raising an eyebrow at the chaos. “Minor glitch? Jessica, this looks like your code got mugged in a dark alley by a gang of semicolons, and the leader brought a colon for backup.”

Jessica groaned, dragging her hands down her face in mock agony. “Are you here to help or audition for Roast the Programmer?”

Emma tapped her chin, a wicked grin creeping onto her face. “Ooh, now there’s an idea. Episode one: Egos and Error Messages. Subtitle: The Jessica Chronicles.”

“Har har,” Jessica muttered, jabbing the delete key like it had personally wronged her. “Can you stop narrating my demise and, I don’t know, fix it?”

Emma let out a theatrical sigh, the kind that screamed martyrdom in progress. “Fine. I guess I’m looped into this now. And by the way, that pun was free of charge. You’re welcome.”

Jessica smirked despite herself, muttering, “Yeah, I’m really debugged by your generosity.”

Emma rolled up her sleeves with a mock flourish. “Alright, let’s untangle this spaghetti before the internet’s next meme becomes your resignation letter.”

Jessica rolled her eyes as she stood up and began pacing, her frustration radiating off her like static electricity. Emma, now cozily perched on the couch with her laptop balanced on her knees, worked away with the calm of a surgeon untangling digital guts. Meanwhile, Jessica muttered to herself, blissfully unaware of the cord apocalypse littering the floor around her.

“Jessica…” Emma said, her tone light and teasing as she glanced up briefly. “You might want to watch your step with all those cords. It’d be a shame if you... tripped over your own problems.”

Jessica waved her off with the kind of dismissiveness reserved for tech geniuses in denial. “I’m fine, Em. I’ve got bigger bugs to squash.”

Emma smirked, her eyes darting between Jessica and the inevitable disaster brewing at her feet. “Jessica… seriously. Three… two…”

“Will you stop counting—” Jessica began, just as her foot hooked around a thick cable, jerking her off balance. What followed was a symphony of flailing arms, muttered expletives, and the sharp crash of a box of IT cords toppling from a shelf onto her head. Jessica landed in a heap, wrapped like an unfortunate Christmas gift in a tangle of cables, her dignity shredded as thoroughly as her patience.

Emma peeked over the laptop screen, biting her lip in a valiant but doomed attempt to stifle her laughter. It started as a snort, then snowballed into full-blown giggles. She set the laptop aside and stood up, hands on her hips as she surveyed the wreckage. “Oh, Jessie,” she said, shaking her head with mock sympathy. “You’ve really tied yourself up in knots this time.”

Jessica groaned from the floor, arms splayed in defeat. “This is not funny.”

“Oh, it’s hysterical,” Emma corrected, leaning down to get a better look. “Look at you! The cords are wrapped around you. You’re literally wired for success.”

Jessica shot her a look, half exasperated, half unwillingly amused. “Really, Em? Puns? You’re gonna kick me when I’m down?”

She crouched beside her, chin in hand, her grin widening. “Technically, you tripped yourself up. But hey, I tried to warn you. Not my fault you’ve got selective hearing. So… ready to admit you were wrong?”

Jessica’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t even think about it, Em.”

Emma’s fingers wiggled ominously near her ribs, her smirk pure mischief. “Oh, I’m thinking about it. I warned you, Jessie. And now? Well, let’s just say actions have consequences.”

Jessica’s panic was instant. “Emma, no—NOHO! DOHOHOHON’T!” But she pounced, her fingers poking and tickling at her ribs with precision that would make a professional interrogator jealous.

Jessica erupted into helpless laughter, her squirming only tightening the cords around her. “EMMAHAHA! STAHAHAP! HAHA! IHIHI GET IT! OKAY! OKAY!” her pleas were punctuated by uncontrollable giggles as Emma’s fingers found every ticklish spot with merciless accuracy.

“See? All you had to do was listen,” Emma quipped, her tone sweet but her tickling relentless. “Maybe next time you’ll remember that I’m always right.” She poked at her side for emphasis, sending her into another fit of breathless laughter.

“OKAYHAHA! YOU’RE RIGHT! HAHA! J-JUST STAHAHAP!”

“What’s that?” Emma asked, feigning wide-eyed innocence. “You want me to stop? But I thought you had bigger things to worry about, Jessie?” Her fingers danced faster, mercilessly targeting every vulnerable inch of her ribs and sides with laser-like precision. “You’re such a live wire, Jessica. Always electrifying the room with your graceful falls.”

“HAHAHA! I’M SAHAHARRY! PLEAHEHESE!” Jessica gasped, her laughter peaking as she writhed helplessly in her cord cocoon, every flail only tightening her predicament.

Emma chuckled, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Oh, come on, Jessica. Laughing burns calories, you know. You should be thanking me! I’m basically your personal trainer right now; giving you a full-on core workout.”

“THAHAHANK YOU?! NOHOHO WAY! JUST STAHAHAP!” Jessica’s desperate cackles turned frantic as Emma zeroed in on the sensitive spot under her ribs, a discovery that made her grin with villainous glee.

“Oh, Jessie,” Emma teased, leaning in for maximum effect. “Not until you admit it: you’d be completely lost without me.”

“NEHEHEVER!” Jessica howled, tears streaming down her cheeks as her laughter reached new levels of hysteria. “I WOHOULD BE FIHIHINE!”

Emma tilted her head, fingers now darting under her arms with unrelenting speed. “Fine? Jessie, you’re a one-lady slapstick show. Without me, you’d be a bigger mess than your browsing history, and that’s saying something.”

Jessica let out a helpless wheeze between fits of laughter. “OKAY, OKAY! YOU WIHIHIN! I’D BE LOHOHOST WITHOUT YOU!”

Emma sat back with a triumphant flourish, dusting off her hands like she’d just solved world hunger. “There, now. That wasn’t so hard, was it? Doesn’t the truth set you free?” She paused, glancing at the cords still wrapped tightly around her. “Well, emotionally free, anyway.”

Jessica glared up at her with as much dignity as a woman tangled in Ethernet cables could muster. “Feel good? My sides are gonna be sore for days!” she shifted feebly, still hopelessly ensnared. Her large breasts heaved as she continued. “Pretty sure I just discovered a new branch of torture science.”

Emma smirked, leaning closer to inspect her handiwork. “Torture? Don’t be so dramatic, Jessie. If this is torture, then why are you smiling? You must really love it.”

Jessica wheezed through what was either residual laughter or sheer disbelief. she jabbed a finger in her general direction. “Y-you’re pure evil.”

“Evil?” Emma gasped with faux offense, placing a hand over her chest. “Me? No, no, no. I’m not evil, Jessica. I’m just Emma. And let’s be honest, you’re absolutely tickled pink that I’m here to teach you valuable lessons about life, and cables.”

She stood and surveyed her with a satisfied grin. “You’re like a fish caught in a net... except the net is Ethernet. It’s almost poetic, really.”

“Poetic?!” Jessica grumbled between labored breaths. “I feel like I’m trapped in some tech-themed horror movie, and you’re the villain.”

Emma crouched down again, her fingers wiggling threateningly in midair, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, am I now? Well, if I’m the villain, then I should really commit to the role, don’t you think? And you know what villains do best? Torment the hero.”

Jessica’s eyes widened in genuine panic. “Emma, no—”

But she was already on her again, her fingers darting under her arms with relentless precision. Jessica exploded into helpless laughter, her entire body jolting as though someone had pressed her "reset" button. The cords held her firm, reducing her resistance to frantic twisting and squirming.

“HAHAHAHA! EHEHEMMA! STAHAHAHAP! I CAHAN’T TAKE IT!” Jessica cried, flailing as much as her tangled predicament would allow, which only seemed to spur her on.

“Can’t what?” Emma asked, her voice dripping with mock sweetness as her fingers traveled down to her sides, kneading with devilish intent. “Can’t admit I’m a genius? Can’t believe how much of a human pretzel you are? Or can’t believe you’re this ticklish?”

“ALL OF IT! AHAHAHA!” Jessica screamed, her face now as red as a stoplight. she thrashed helplessly, her laughter punctuated by gasping breaths.

Emma tilted her head in mock contemplation, her fingers slowing just enough for her to gasp for air. “You know, I think you’re just upset because I’ve decoded your weaknesses. Face it, Jessie, you’re short-circuiting under the pressure.” She beamed, clearly proud of her pun.

“STOP WITH THE PUHUHUNS!” Jessica managed to groan in between uncontrollable giggles, though her request lacked any real bite.

Emma gasped, her expression a portrait of faux indignation. “Stop? Oh no, this is my comedy special, Jessica. And the audience participation?” She wiggled her fingers dramatically before diving back toward her ribs. “A ten out of ten.”

Jessica erupted into another round of wild laughter. “HAHAHA! I HATE YOU!” she cried, her words undercut by the pure glee in her voice.

“Hate me?” Emma teased, her grin growing wider. “That’s just your ticklish side talking. Deep down, you’re loving every second of this.”

Jessica twisted, finally managing to yank one arm free. Triumph was fleeting, however, as Emma immediately poked under her freed arm, sending her into a fresh wave of high-pitched giggles.

“NOHOHO! NAHAHAT THERE! ANYTHIHHING BUT THERE!” Jessica shrieked, her voice cracking under the pressure of her laughter.

“Oh, jackpot,” Emma crowed, zeroing in on her weak spot. “I’ve found the motherlode. You’re not going anywhere now.”

“EHEHEMMA! I CAHAN’T BREATHE!” Jessica wheezed, her laughter tipping into desperate, gasping sobs as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Emma finally sat back, brushing a stray hair from her face as she smirked with victorious satisfaction. “There. That ought to keep you humble for a while.” With exaggerated slowness, she began untangling the cords, her every movement deliberate as if savoring her moment of triumph.

Jessica lay sprawled on the floor like a defeated hero, chest heaving as her hair stuck out in wild directions. “You’re… the worst… person… alive,” she panted, glaring at her with mock fury.

Emma beamed, batting her eyelashes with mock innocence. “Aw, Jessica, that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me. I think I’ll frame that for the living room.”

“Yeah, well, make sure the frame’s crooked,” Jessica muttered, though the reluctant smile on her face betrayed her faux annoyance.

Emma leaned closer, her smirk making a triumphant return. “Careful, Jessie. I still have plenty of energy, and I do know all your spots.”

Jessica’s eyes widened, and she scooted back as far as the remaining cords would allow, her panic palpable. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Emma raised her hands, wiggling her fingers with exaggerated menace. “Oh, I absolutely would. Care to test me?”

Jessica immediately threw up her free hand in surrender. “Okay, okay! You win! No more tickling!”

Emma grinned, sitting back again. “Smart choice. Now, let’s see if we can get you untangled without you turning yourself into a human slinky again.”

Jessica groaned, flopping back onto the floor with a dramatic flair. “I don’t even care anymore. Just do it quickly before you get any more brilliant ideas.”

Emma chuckled as she leaned over to start untangling her. “Relax, Jessie. I’m done… for now.”

Jessica’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “For now?”

“Of course,” she said with a wink. “You’re like a walking punchline. How could I possibly resist?”

Jessica groaned, muttering under her breath. “I swear, one of these days, payback’s coming.”

Emma raised an eyebrow, her grin practically glowing with amusement. “And I’ll be waiting for it, Jessie, just like you waited for me to rescue you from your sticky situation.” She paused for dramatic effect. “Or should I say… static situation?”

Jessica opened her mouth, no doubt ready with a snarky retort, but then thought better of it. Instead, she sighed, shaking her head in defeat. “Unbelievable.”

Emma’s grin widened as she finally sat back, holding up a triumphant handful of liberated cables. “There. That’s better. You just needed a little… attitude adjustment.” She tossed the cords aside with a flourish.

Jessica groaned again, though a reluctant laugh escaped. “Alright, alright, I’ll listen next time. Now help me up before I decide to get stuck here forever.”

Emma stood and offered her hand, pulling her to her feet with a bit more force than necessary. “You know,” she said thoughtfully, “if this whole coding thing doesn’t pan out, I think I know a place that would hire you.”

Jessica raised an eyebrow, brushing dust off her shirt. “Oh yeah? What place?”

“State Farm,” she said with a grin.

Jessica blinked. “The insurance company?”

“Yep. ‘Jessica from State Farm’ has a nice ring to it, don’tcha think?” Her grin widened as she clearly prepared to savor her reaction.

Jessica rolled her eyes. “I guess.”

“And,” Emma continued, undeterred, “they’ve got remote customer service jobs. You could work right here answering calls!”

Jessica gave her a look of mock disgust. “Emma, you know I could never do that. I sound hideous on the phone.”

She shrugged nonchalantly, clearly ready for this moment. “Well, you’re a pretty girl, so…”

Jessica groaned, but she couldn’t hide the smile creeping across her face. “How do you even come up with this stuff?”

Emma grinned slyly. “It’s a gift. Some people knit scarves; I weave puns.”

Jessica shook her head as she made her way to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water. “A gift or a curse? You’ve got this uncanny ability to annoy me just enough that I still find you charming.”

Emma leaned casually against the counter, unfazed. “Oh, it’s not a curse. It’s a superpower. I even have a cape for it. Want to see?”

Jessica didn’t bother replying, shaking her head as she took a long sip of water.

Emma tilted her head, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “What’s wrong, Jessie? Cat5 got your tongue?”

Jessica froze mid-sip, glaring at her over the rim of her glass. “Really, Em? Networking puns now?”

Emma shrugged, her grin widening. “I mean, you’re tangled up in cords half the time. I figured it was low-hanging fruit.”

Jessica set the glass down with an exaggerated sigh. “I’m not even going to dignify that with a response.”

Emma pushed off the counter, following her with an innocent smile. “You say that now, but deep down, you know I’m rooting for you.”

Jessica’s groan could probably be heard from space.

Emma laughed. “Seriously though, you gotta admit it, that was pretty good.”

Jessica rolled her eyes, brushing past her as she headed back to her laptop. she flopped into her chair, staring at the screen with a mixture of resignation and determination. “Fine, you got your fun. Now can we actually fix this mess?”

Emma followed, dropping onto the couch with theatrical flair. “Already done.”

Jessica froze, turning to face her slowly. “What do you mean, already done?”

She spun the laptop around with a flourish, revealing the now perfectly functioning code on the screen. “I fixed it while you were busy playing Twister with the cords and auditioning for an insurance commercial. You’re welcome.”

She blinked, staring at the screen, then back at her. “How…?”

Emma shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m just that good. Maybe if you spent less time tripping over yourself and more time listening to me, we’d be billionaires by now.”

Jessica shook her head in disbelief, a laugh escaping despite herself. “Unbelievable. You swoop in like some coding superhero, humiliate me, and then solve my problem like it’s nothing.”

“Exactly,” Emma said, leaning back with a smirk that could rival a cat’s after catching a mouse. “Don’t forget to add my name to the credits when this app becomes the next big thing. Maybe under ‘Supreme Code Whisperer.’”

Jessica leaned back in her chair, staring at the screen. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”

Emma crossed her arms smugly, her grin practically etched into her face. “And yet, you’re thriving under my guidance.”

Jessica snorted, shaking her head. “Thriving? That’s a stretch. Let’s not forget you nearly killed me with your ‘help.’”

Emma gasped, her hand flying to her chest in mock offense. “Killed you? Jessica, I saved you! I gave you the tools to succeed.”

“Oh, so relentless tickling and tangling me in cords are tools for success now?” she shot back, arching an eyebrow.

“Absolutely,” she replied with a grin. “They build character.”

Jessica groaned, running a hand through her hair. “You’re lucky I don’t have the energy to argue.”

Emma leaned forward, her grin taking on a mischievous edge. “No, you’re lucky I don’t have the energy to teach you another lesson. But don’t worry, I’m keeping tabs on all your mistakes. It’s what a good partner does.”

“Tabs? What is this, a browser or a relationship?” Jessica stood and stretched dramatically. “At this point, I’m half convinced you’re more chaotic than helpful.”

Emma followed her as she walked toward the door, her steps light and full of purpose. “Chaotic? Sure. But don’t forget one thing, Jessie.”

Jessica glanced back skeptically. “Oh, what’s that?”

She stepped closer, her grin widening. “You love chaos. Specifically, me.”

Jessica rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah, yeah. But don’t think this means I’m letting you off the hook.”

“Oh, I don’t expect you to,” Emma replied, walking backward toward the couch with a wink. “In fact, I’m looking forward to your little revenge plan. It’ll be adorable.”

Jessica laughed, shaking her head. “Unbelievable. You really are the worst.”

Emma flopped back onto the couch, pulling a throw pillow onto her lap. “And yet,” she said, grinning triumphantly, “you still love me.”

Jessica sighed, her grin widening. “Yeah, I do. But next time, Emma… next time, you’re the one getting tangled up.”

Emma raised an eyebrow, her smirk unwavering. “We’ll see about that. Until then, Jessie, keep your cords, and your ego, out of my way.”

Jessica groaned, turning back toward her laptop, but paused to glance over her shoulder. “You know, this might actually be worse than getting pinned under a barbell.”

Emma’s laughter bubbled up immediately. “Oh, Jessie. Don’t remind me. At least the barbell didn’t require me to rescue you twice.”

Jessica groaned again, shaking her head as she sat down. “One of these days, Em. Payback’s going to be legendary.”

“Legendary like your car saleswoman career?” she quipped, the grin on her face pure evil. “Or your brave, two-day stint as an exterminator?”

Jessica turned, narrowing her eyes in a mock glare. “Alright, that’s it. No more coffee for you.”

Emma shrugged with a grin that said I dare you. “Go ahead. I thrive on chaos alone.”

Jessica groaned yet again, though her grin stayed firmly in place. For better or worse, this was life with Emma, and, honestly, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

THE END

Friends and Foes (F/M, armpits, cuck)

• Thread starterSwitches

• Start dateMay 31, 2026

Switches

“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 woman once a guy worship you, have that control over her. 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 her 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 junk? 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 bitch 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 pussy. 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 lips, 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. her 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 she 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 her 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 wants 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 let Mark’s take you in that fabulous booty of yours?”

The Witch of the Black Wood (F/M Feet)

Thread starterMereamar

Start dateJul 7, 2024

https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/the-witch-of-the-black-wood-f-m-feet.439209/

Another story of mine dealing in cute girls and the ticklishness of their feet. But this time, a dark fairy tale with an eldritch monster ler.

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The night is dark. The Black Wood is darker.

She knows this, as leaves crunch beneath her sandaled feet. she has known this since she was a little girl, listening to cautionary tales around the hearth. she looks to the sky but sees so little of it. Only glimpses of the stars and the moon can be seen, beneath the towering trees of grim forest. The Black Wood will swallow you up, the voice of her mother echoes in her mind. she shivers, and not just from the cold of the night.

But the girl pushes through anyway. Determined, even through her fear. she may not be strong. she may not be brave. Hey may be softer than a summer breeze. But she is dutiful. she is a dutiful daughter, a dutiful daughter of her mother and father and her village. And this is a task she must complete. she is the only one that can complete it. Because she is soft. Because she is young and pretty. The prime of youth, but eighteen summers.

The crop withers. The river dries. The rain has not come this spring. No help will come in time, and no message seems to send. The village is cursed. And if something is not done, her people will die. It will be left as nothing but a ghost town, wind whispering through overgrown cottages like it now does through these trees. she sees this doom approaching her family and her friends, and she cannot abide it.

No one dares admit it, but all know the cause of this affliction. she knows how they all look fearfully to the Black Wood. All the stories told to frighten her to bed, now repeated in hushed tones. A curse that echoes through the annals of their history, all centered in the forest they fear. The perpetrator who blights their crops and taints their water supply. An ancient evil, one they have no chance of defeating, no chance of driving out. A primordial thing. Her.

The Witch of the Black Wood.

She has been the monster in her stories for as long as she can remember. For as long as her parents remember, and her parents’ parents remember, for as long as the village as stood on this ground. And likely before. Likely long before man stood upright and tamed fire. A woodland spirit that has embodied the forest’s darkness since time immemorial. This is not the first time she has threatened the village, or so the tales say. She has never been defeated, only appeased. She will return, and she has, and now fear grips them all.

It grips her. But bravery is not absence of fear, but the will to push on despite it. And she knows enough of the stories to know what she must do. she has not told mother and father, because she knows they will weep and beg her to stay. But to stay is only to die slowly, and she can’t bear to watch anyone else perish when she can save them all.

She is pulled from her thoughts when a bit of forest debris slips through into her sandal and crunches against her bare sole. she flinches-the sting is fleeting, but a crackling leaf sends a shiver down her spine. It brings her back to wear she is now. Traveling toward the center of the wood, to meet the mistress of the wood. To make her offering. To save everyone she has ever known and loved.

She is close. she knows this. Somehow, she knows this. she should not, no one knows where the Witch truly resides. But somehow, she knows it in her very bones. she shakes the fragments of the leaf from her shoe and pushes onward. The Black Wood gets only darker. More and more the branches block the light of moon and stars. Perhaps that is why she knows she is close, but that is an excuse. she knows she is getting close because she wants her to find her.

And she does. she sees the grove, the grove within the trees. Light swallowed entirely around the treeline, but for one spot. In the center of the grove, a perfect circle open to the light of the moon. Shining down a pale white. As if to present whoever stands before it.

This light is not for her, she senses. It is for her.

She stares at the circle of moonlight for a time. Apprehensive. All her second thoughts taking now to surface. she closes her eyes and sighs. And presses onward.

She enters the light, one tentative step at a time. The light illuminates her fluffy auburn hair, her soft, beautiful features. her simple green tunic and her well-worn sandals. A country rose, beloved by all, all her age smitten. Presented here, she is a painting. An epitome of straightforward farmyard allure, the kind to which musicians write songs, perfection in the pale moonlight.

That painting could be admired for a few moments more, as she stayed silent. her heart pounding in her chest. her toes flick together, chilled by the night air. Fear still grips her. But still, the bravery is there too. And it will prevail, the valiant flower prevails over the wilting one. she clears her throat and speaks out into the forest.

“W…Witch!”

The farmgirl’s body tenses, waiting for a response. In truth, waiting for her life to end in an instant, to die for daring to think of challenging such a spirit in any capacity. But the seconds pass, and all she hears is the rustle of leaves.

A shred of embarrassment manifests as red against her cheeks. she puffs up her chest to an (unimpressive) fullness in an attempt to appear heroic. “Witch!” her attempted bellow sounds more like a squeak, but she is proud of it anyway. “I have come to parlay with you! I plead your attentions!”

At first, there is no answer. Once again, she fears there is nothing there. That she is mistaken, that her journey has been for naught. But then she hears it. Starting low, barely noticeable. But gradually picking up in volume, until it is undeniable. A rasping, sinister laugher, that shakes through the branches and rattles her to her core. The laughter continues for longer than it should, long enough for the girl’s bravado to temporarily falter. Then, her voice.

“Speak, pretty bird.”

The power in that voice gave her pause. It was more than a request; it was a command. And it carried with it the unassailable power of ancient magic, of a spirit world beyond the means of man. she was here to speak, yes. But now she felt she could no longer be quiet even if she wanted to. This was her domain, and she would have to abide by it.

“Madam Witch.” she started, taking a step forward, sucking in a breath. “You have cursed my village and my people. This curse dooms us all.”

“I know this.”

The spirit’s tone is matter of fact, dismissive. She knows her misdeed, it is clear, and feels not a shred of remorse or sympathy. Anger, for the first time, fires in the girl’s heart. An anger she knows is foolish, but one she cannot quelch. What a cruel creature this Witch is, that she would condemn her and all others without a care! she tempers this fury, knowing she is nothing to her, but it cannot help but seep through her words.

“Why? What have we done to offend you so?” her hands ball into indignant fists and her voice raises. “Have we not lived in the forest’s wake for so long? Are we its people as much as you? Why forsake us?” she expects the cold hand of death, as before, but now she is not nearly as afraid of it. At least for now, drunk on her disdain.

The Witch laughs that scratchy laugh, before her reply. “These woods are mine. Your village is mine. Your people are mine.” The voice is one of amusement, not rage. How silly, this girl, to think she can make demands of The Witch of the Black Wood. How cute. “If you are to live among my lands, you accept my rule. And your people have not lived up to your end of vassalage. You have not given me my needed tribute. I have waited a hundred years, and still I have not had it, pretty bird.”

The village daughter’s brief fury fizzles in the Witch’s tone. Desperation and despair replace it. she takes one step forward, her foot raised partially from the ground. “But how are we to know what tribute you require?” she begs, holding back tears. Unaware of how she sees her, how these tears entice. “How are we, who live not centuries, to remember demands made of our parents’ parents?”

“Ah!” The Witch interrupts, like a scolding teacher. she shrinks. “But you know what I require, don’t you, pretty bird? You have heard the stories. Or else, why would you, of all the little villagers, come to me, my sweet?” The scolding becomes instead a low purr. The words of affection set fire to the girl’s cheeks, and she brushes through her hair. Looking down to the forest floor. Because she knows.

“They say the Witch of the Black Wood has always had affection for pretty youths.” she murmurs, glancing in the direction of the spirit’s voice. “I’m the fairest in the village. Everyone says so…so I thought…that if I came, you’d listen to me. You’d…tell me what we need to bring you to stop this. To save us.” Another laugh from the shadows. And now more. For she sees something stirring in the dark.

The shape is strange, spindly, not quite right, and very very tall. It never seems to look exactly the same in each moment, apart from one detail. The glowing, yellow cat’s eyes. They gaze upon her with something she begins to realize is hunger. “Oh no, my pretty bird. You misunderstand.” Her tone drips with condescension and barely contained eagerness. “My love of mortal beauties does not open your way to payment. It is the payment.” A cold chill runs through her spine. “You are the payment, pretty bird.”

The girl balks. she knows not what the Witch means, only that it is more than she had believed it to be. Her eyes seer into every part of her. she shifts uncomfortably, straightening her tunic and searching for the right words. The malevolent spirit wants…her as payment. To what could that mean to her? she sees those searing eyes flicker around her form. Perhaps she does not notice how they linger upon her sandals. But something she does realize, in a dawning thought, is what her eyes tell her.

It is an infatuated leer. she is quite used to infatuated leers. As the village flower, there are few her age who do not give her that infatuated leer. And were she to confess, she is vainly fond of infatuated leers. In the pleasant summers she will pose and giggle and blow kisses. she knows how to entice a woman or anyone who has become enamored of her. And is this not the same? Cannot she not do what she has already done, with hard village girls and youths, with the Witch of the Black Wood? To save them all, it is hardly a choice.

“Witch.” she declares with confidence, even a hint of flirtation. A purposeful flip of her hair, and then a curtsy. “Whatever you ask of me, you will have, if you lift your dreadful curse.” The confidence is half-feigned; she still fears the Witch with so much of her heart. But does it matter, if it achieves her noble goal? she supposes not.

There is a rumbling from the shape. The Witch’s pleasure in her words is evident and shakes through the branches and against the grassy ground. “Good, good. Now, sweet bird. You will do as I say, and all will be well. With your people, and for my pleasures.” she nods, standing at attention. “Sit. Sit! Relax yourself, little birdie.”

She is quick to follow her command, now. Has accepted what she is to do…or at least, she thinks she has. What sort of plans could such a being have for her? It matters not, for she acts as a savior and not for herself. she scoots down into the dirt and grass, legs pushed in front of her and hands within her lap. “As you wish, my lady spirit.”

The wood shakes with her approval. “Good, good. Now, for the matter of those things you wear upon your feet, silly bird.”

The daughter lifted one foot off the ground, tilting her head quizzically. “My sandals?” she asks, stretching her toes taut. They are simple, handcrafted things. Made of leftover leather by her mother. A strap lies between her big toe and the one besides, with more spreading from that line over the tops of her feet. A thicker strap at her heel keeps them held firm and lets the pink flesh peek out from within. They are thin, so as not to waste what they had, but functional. “Do you not like them?”

“They look enchanting on you, my sweet.” Already, she realizes the Witch no longer speaks to her as an intruder. But as…as a possession. “But they are a prelude to what I want. To what connects you to the earth. Remove them.” she nods, and with shaky hands, she reaches over to grip upon her sandals. First the left, slipping the strap from out between her toes. Revealing slowly the tender surface beneath, heel first. Is it her imagination, that the Witch begins to subtly growl, as if the sight teases her wild? When that first foot is freed, long plump toes wiggle in the cool night air, the curve of the arch stretching taut. There is no imagination there-the Witch hisses with delight.

The girl is terrified. But in other ways she is not. she is…oddly thrilled, that she would be so enamored. That even a being like this sees her as such a fair flower. “Now, the other.” She crows in anticipation. Emboldened, and perhaps even cheeky, the daughter teases on intention. The right foot is freed from sandal slowly, purposefully, so each inch of soft skin is a presentation. It works; the rustling and growling is louder, faster.

The farmgirl places both her naked feet upon the ground in front of her, aflame with embarrassment and intrigue both. The cool of the forest makes her toes twitch, and she presses the warm soles against one another to keep them steady. “Is…” she stammers, hand against her cheek. “This is to your liking, Witch?”

“Utterly perfect.” The shape is closer, closer, until she can almost make it out. But not quite. Not quite. “Now let us begin the harvest, sweetling.” she bristles nervously, eyes staring into the yellow of the spirit’s. she does not know what harvest she intends. But she will learn. She…she wants to learn.

“Harvest?” she pipes up, big toe pressed into the arch of her other sole. Her answer is at first, another laugh. Perhaps a prelude to what is to come.

“Sing for me, songbird.” It echoes from the darkness, that rasping, scratchy voice. It is low and whispered, yet seems to shake the gnarled, dead branches of the grove. It sends shivers down her spine. But not nearly as shivering as what happens next.

The shape in the shadow moves, and a long, crooked claw stretches out towards her. she braces herself, trying to keep her fear at bay, to cease from trembling. The arm looks more like the broken trees than it does that of a person, uncannily long and thin, reaching out to her. she closes her eyes, stops breathing. And then she shivers-truly shivers, all throughout her body-when the claw presses gently into the plush skin of her sole.

“Pfttt…” A puff of air escapes her lips, and she peaks open her eye with a curious surprise. Before she can react further, the claw begins to slide itself down across the surface. her foot jerks at the sensation, and single precious giggle is harvested. “Hehe!” Melodic and sweet, that could melt the hearts of the most hardy of son and daughters. And Witches too.

“Sssssensitive, my girl?” The rhetorical question is asked with glee, with a roll of whatever passed for the Witch’s tongue. Her claw begins to trace circles around the bottoms of her feet, crossing from sole to sole. The farmyard daughter burbles up more barely contained titters, pedals darting from side to side. The fingers follow them, a dance of darts and twitches.

“Miss Witch!” The girl stutters, clutching the side of her head. Forced mirth that may not have been quite so forced. More confused and surprised than scared, now. “My feet are…hehe…awfully ticklish!” Instinctually, she tries to pull her feet away, to avoid the strange feelings forcing laughter to her lips. But her escape is a doomed one. Another clawed hand appears from the darkness to grip firm both her ankles, locking her in place.

“Of course they are, songbird. Of course they are.” The Witch coos, as she adds a second finger to her exploration of soles. Both claws speed across her skin, each little nerve convulsing upon the increasingly aggressive tickles. Across the instep and circling the arches before darting down to heels. That prompts squeals from the precious girl, clutching her cheeks and shaking side to side, heels lightly kicking against the Witch’s grip. “You’ve such a lovely song, my dear. I could listen to it for eternity.”

“Hehe….hehehe…hahaha…M…mmiihihis…Witch!” The ticklish farmgirl gasps through her youthful laughing fit. she shakes her hand desperately in front of her, sucking in big gulps of breath whenever she can. “Ihihiihis thihihis reahelly what youhuh…heek…HEEK really what you…WahahahaNT!?”

“There is no sweeter harvest than a pretty daughter’s laughter, and no greater crop than her feet.” She insists, more claws added to her wavering soles, additional instruments to direct her symphony of laughter. her was the song and the harvest, and she would reap her nourishment and her entertainment both. “This is what I was promised. And this is what shall be given to me, if you wish your village saved.” Briefly, she tries to be stoic. Reminded of her quest to save all she knows. her lips wobble, and she shakes her head back and forth to hold it in. She finds this only encouraging, a challenge to find more fruitful laughter harvests.

She succeeds. “EEEEEEEEEK!” The girl begins to buckle like a spooked horse, when her exploration goes upward. “NOHOHOHOOT MY TOOHOHOHOESSS! WIIHIHIHITCH!” she howls, fingers splaying and twitching in tune with her lower extremities and their terrible sensitivity.

“Poor, poor birdy. Can she not handle a simple tickle upon her toesies?” She cackles, overjoyed to find a weakness among a weakness. She plays a game with those treasured toes, now. Poking just underneath each toe in turn, then between, then sliding up to tease the pad. It drives her wild, and tears begin to form in the corners of her eyes. “One toe, two toe, three toe, more, four toe, five toe, her toes I so adore…” She is so gentle with her. So reverent. Claws that could so easily rend flesh instead only lightly dance underneath her twitchy toes. They splay and scrunch and wriggle, but there is no escape. The Witch will have her promised harvest, her promised song.

Her hands hug at her torso while she shakes rapidly side to side. Tears flow down cheeks turned a heavy pink from all her coerced glee. Claws poke in between the wrinkled folds she creates with tensed skin and force them smooth again, ripe for ever more tickling fury.

The Witch is the forest, and the forest is the Witch. Her body may be shadowed in front of her laughing prey, but her spirit is everywhere. With a sound like bones cracking, branches from the trees that surround her slither through the air. What little of the village daughter’s eyes can see through her tears tell her to fear more light pressures on ravaged feet. But the tree limbs do not descend to assist their queen. Instead, they gently push themselves between the straps of her discarded footwear. They cannot be used to hide her weakness from her. Gingerly, the trees pull two leather protectors into the air.

The branches hold her sandals just above her, tauntingly. Letting them swing back and forth while they are slowly dragged away into the wood. she can see every second of their departure and can on some level recognize the gesture, even through her ticklish agony. They are being taken as trophies. she can just about make out the Witch triumphantly taking the pair in hand…and yet both her hands remain tormenting her feet, now reddening from her unrelenting assault.

“Nohoohoho…! Thohose are…my mhahama maahahade…” The girl extends her arm to futility rescue the shoes far outside her reach. At least, until the Witch punishes her defiance with a furious scribbling at the center of both soles. There is no sympathy from the spirit for a sweet girl’s sentiment to her mother. That village woman, worrying in her hovel, has lost all claim to her. Her heartfelt creation to protect tender feet are the Witch’s prize, made all the more precious by her conquest. “WIHIHIIHITCCH…PLEEASSEEEE…”

“Ah, ah, ah, songbird.” She chides her, catching her attention by skating the claws between her toes. “Call me Mistress.” It would be wise for the Witch to ease upon her silky sole canvas, to allow her to process this request. But she cannot help herself, not when her toes wiggle so deliciously. She does not let up when she has the sensitive webbing in her grasp, calling to her.

“W…hahahahat?” she chirps, taken aback by this new demand. So frazzled is she by the constant barrage of tickly fingers, she wonders if she has misheard her. “I doohohohon’t…MMMPPHHH!”

Punishment is again meted out for confusion interpreted as defiance, a terrible claw striking at the pad of her big toe, intense and consistent. “I need your surrender, pretty daughter. I need you to accept these soles are mine. So call me Mistress, sweet bird.” her lips quivered; cheeks pouty as she attempted to keep her laughter to herself. What a greedy creature was she, depriving the Witch of her harvest. she had to be reminded of the stakes…and the terms.

“I cannot bear to parted with your silken soles, my sweet.” She punctuates this mixture of possessive and loving by caressing at her foot bottoms like a lover, a ticklish experience for one so sensitive even had they not been touched with claws. “If you wish to lift the curse, then my concubine you shall be.” Even this gesture proves too irresistible to the insatiable Witch, and the caress grows faster and faster and more and more aggressive.

So many things swirl around in the daughter’s pretty head. Even with her mind clouded by the betrayal of her own feet, she recognizes this is a permanent fate. And that more, more, more tickles await her. she thinks upon her mother and father. Wonders if she will ever see them again. But then, the dutiful daughter reminds her it is better to know they live than it is to see them waste away to the curse. So she lets the dam break, and stops holding it in.

“Mihisihiiihistress! I…hehehe….heheheheoohoho….EEEEEK!” The release of air into a torrent of laughter kills whatever more she could say. But the Witch-his Mistress-hears the desired title, and that satisfies her.

“There’s a good girl. Laugh for Mistress.” The twisted talons make ticklish war upon feet already red as a beat and struggling like mad. More, more, more, stronger, faster, until the only thing in her mind is touch and laughter. “You will sing only for me, pretty bird. You will be mine, sole and soul, forever and always.” There is not a single drop of resistance remaining in the daughter. The closest thing she has left in her mind besides tickles is the contentment she has been the savior of her village, this night.

“Yehehehess! Mistress! Yeeeehehehss!” she yelps and hollers, what little remains of the valiant girl a mess. Hair messy and frazzled, eyes tear-stained and almost drunk, tongue lolling from her mouth like a dog. The Witch’s concubine is all but complete, almost all that remains. In mind, and soon in spirit.

“Submit. Say it aloud. Say you submit. SAY YOU SUBMIT.” All the fury of the forest, of a ruthless and uncaring wild, rumbles from the Witch’s voice. There is no denying her. There is no denying her hunger, her harvest, her symphony. And she hasn’t the willpower to even try. she surrenders.

“I submit! I submit!” she cries through sweet laughter, pounding her palm into the forest floor in a quick, desperate motion. “My soul and soles are yours!”

“Forever?” The Witch croons, delight and eagerness creeping through her voice, as her fingers creep across the tender bottoms of her feet.

“Forever! Forever! I am yours! I submit, I submit I SUBMIT!”

Her cry of triumph is like a roar, bestial and full of elation. An agreement to a forest spirit is eternally binding. For the sake of her people, the songbird’s fate is sealed. Dozens of branches and roots burst from all corners of the wood, converging upon her body that quivers still with laughter. They proceed to cocoon her, every inch of her concealed within wooded desires. Only gasping lips of giggles and spasming sensitive feet remain visible, as she is dragged away.

That small bastion of starlight is deprived of her sweetness, which belongs to the darkness now. Deeper, deeper she goes, howling and wriggling the whole time. she can feel little else but the Witch’s tickles upon her soles. She casts magic with her touches, drawing ancient symbols on her prize. More and more, the girl finds her energy constantly replenishes. Feels her youth frozen in time. her Mistress would never allow her favored to wither. Forever is not a metaphor, it is truth. And she will be forever lost to the world of mortals, the last of her the faint echoes of mirthful melody that fade out of hearing. Until there is nothing but the chirping of crickets and the rustling of leaves.

From that point onward, the village never experienced a bad harvest again. Even in the dead of winter, the people had full bellies and fuller hearts, their lives happy and carefree. And if one goes deep into the woods, especially in the dead of night. You can hear it.

The sweet sound of girlish laughter, the harvest of a sweet, selfless daughter.

Her soles forever claimed by the Witch of the Black Wood.

Turning the Tables (EXPLICIT/EROTIC TICKLING/TEASING- F/f, F/F)

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Start dateJul 29, 2021

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“Turning the Tables - A Tickle/Tease Study Gone Wrong”

Inspired by some conversations on here, I was looking for more stories that were "up my alley" in terms of my genital tickling and sexual tease/denial kinks. Thought I'd put this out there in case anyone else is interested

This story was inspired by an animated short one of my TMF friends sent me . The video involves female erotic/sexual tickling and teasing. The woman is trapped in a machine that deviously torments her, with a drug being injected to heighten her arousal (and in my story, prevent orgasm). Two scientists – an arrogant lesbian and woman - are in charge of her torment. But the lesbian won’t let her female colleague watch and chastises her for being aroused at the experiments. The video ends very darkly, so I thought I’d put my own spin on the ending, inspired by the advice of a friend of mine on the Tickling Media Forum. (Anyone who is inspired to provide artwork is welcome! LOL).

FYI: This story involves explicit female genital tickling (among other tickling) and orgasm denial/teasing.

If you’d like to see the video that inspired it all - it was created by an artist who goes by the name “BaronStrap” and the link is below:

https://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/754746

My video starts before the dark ending hehe..enjoy

CHAPTER 1: A RUDE AWAKENING

Waking up, Dr. Kate Brody was groggy and confused. She had just been in the middle of a research experiment when the lights went out - her lights. Trying to figure out what had happened, she opened her eyes, which fell upon the helpless victim that she had been tormenting with her female lab partner, Dr. Marie Norton.

“What…” She began, trying to move and quickly realizing She couldn’t. She was only a few feet from their victim, who was currently passed out. She could scent her arousal, see her quivering flesh that trembled even as she slept. She couldn’t help but get hard at the sight of her. As the cold air chilled her erect nipples and wettened the rest of her naked flesh, She became panicked. Every part of her was exposed and vulnerable. her mind cleared and her situation became more evident.

“Hey! Hey! What the hell is going on?!” She shouted, pulling at her restraints. She knew this device all too well. It was the same box the woman was attached to, that was tickling and teasing her out of her mind, so much so that she had passed out again.

She heard footsteps, then saw her colleague approaching.

“Marie...what … what happened? Let me out of here…”

“Well, well, well,” Marie began, her arms crossed in front of her. “What have we here?”

“Stop fucking around and let me loose, damn it!” She said more forcefully, beginning to sweat. She could see in her eyes she had something to do with this.

“Just thought you’d like to experience our work first hand,” she replied with smirk, running one finger clit down her ample chest.

Realizing her helpless state, her eyes softened, beginning to plead with her.

“Look, Marie, I’m sorry about my remarks earlier. You can watch our subject if you want, I just wanted to make sure we were focused to get the correct results and-”

“Shhh,” she whispered, placing a finger over her lips. “I know what you thought, Kate. You think that I am too emotional for this.’”

She was about to protest when She saw her finger hover above the portable control panel she had brought over.

“Ah ah,” she warned. “With just my one little finger I can send you into excruciating torment that would make what we’re doing with our female subject look like a walk in the park.”

“Please, Marie, be reasonable,” She begged, her voice cracking.

“I am,” she said firmly. “We need more than one test subject’s results as well. What better way to get them then by testing someone who’s already aware of what our system does?”

“You can’t be serious,” She gasped, struggling in the restraints, noting her naked, helpless state.

“Oh, but I am,” she smiled. “And don’t tell me our test subject didn’t turn you on as well. Your erect nipples was clearly outlined from your shirt as was the wet spot across your slacks as you dared to reprimand me for enjoying it too much.”

“No, Marie, please-”

“Enough,” she growled, pressing against her restrained body, her tight uniform outlining all her finest features. “I can’t wait to hear you beg and lose your mind the moment those drugs hit your system, your pussy wetter than you’ve ever known. Your terror and desperation becoming worse, as you know what will happen, you know what the drugs coursing through your veins would do as you endure the constant tickling and teasing - you know there would be no hope for release.”

“Marie, NO, oh god, NO!” She whimpered, her body trembling under the light touch of her fingertip, which was tracing circles around her sensitive nipples and exposed,, dripping clit.

“And I’m going to make you watch HER while you go through it - because I KNOW it arouses you to see her like that - to watch a helpless woman experience the same excruciating torment, and all while you were going through it at the same time.”

Walking to the mainframe, she picked up a set of ear pods and put them in, then picked up another set and put them into her partner’s ears.

“Testing one, two, three,” she teased, and She could hear her even more clearly. She picked up another pair and inserted them in the ears of the passed out woman. “You’ll be able to hear both of us in stereo - surround sound, Kate, isn’t that wonderful?”

“Let me go,” She whimpered, knowing the audio teasing would be almost as bad as the physical torture for her.

“I think we should wake up our sleeping beauty, don’t you, Kate?”

With that, she returned to the control panel and pressed a button, the needle inside the machine releasing an injection that made the woman gasp wide-eyed as she awoke.

“Oh god...ohhhhhh who are you? Please not again!” the woman cried, her body already trembling. Marie ignored her pleading, instead whispering to Kate, knowing She could hear her through her ear pods.

"Just look at her, all helpless...trapped for hours in the machine's devious grip.."

The machine positioned itself over Kate, who was becoming increasingly aroused by the sound of the woman begging and the site of her struggling. She could smell her arousal even more, watching her squirming and hearing her deafening begging through the headphones at the same time. She knew her (former) partner's sexual kinks - She always thought she enjoyed the work too much. And She knew from their prior experiments how much she enjoyed inflicting torture even more than she did...she knew what She was in for...

Marie pressed a button and the cycle began on the woman. A second dose of drugs were injected into her system and Kate knew all too well what they would do to her. Through the ear pods She heard her gasp and begin to plead as the suction tubes again brought her nipples to impossible hardness and expansion, making them incredibly vulnerable to the light teasing they had been inflicting for the past 12 hours. Then the tendrils released, and the real torture began.

"Quite a lovely sight, isn't she," the female scientist winked at her, seeing She was beginning to squirm. "You know, you pretend you don't like this, you pretend like I'm some out of control bitch that lets her lust drive her actions - but look at you, Kate. You're already wet just watching you. You're a big phony - and I won't let you make me feel bad about enjoying our work anymore. As a Maddieer of fact, I can't wait to see how you respond...interesting isn't it? Becoming the test subject, know every little thing that will happen to you."

Her voice ran in her ears as She watched the machine heat up, focusing attention on her overstimulated and terribly sensitive clitoris.

"My favorite part," the scientist whispered as she pressed another button, increasing the suction. The woman pleaded with her.

"Oh god, no! No! Not again! It's too sensitive!"

Marie grinned as she watched the tendrils release and begin to softly tickle and tease the engorged nub. Marie began to remove her lab coat and uniform, unclasping her bra to reveal her milky mounds, her pert nipples hardened and aroused. Making her way over to Kate, she slipped off her underwear and Kate could smell her arousal as she now stood completely naked, her ass and breasts giggling and driving up her arousal. Bringing her panties up to her face, she tickled her belly lightly, making her inhale deeply. Then she continued her commentary.

"Just think of it, Kate...Thousands upon thousands of nerve endings all being stimulated right to the brink of pleasure just by teasing and tickling that little nub," she whispered.

The trapped woman squirmed, begging - terribly aroused and desperately wanting release - not just from the torture, but from the trapped pleasure she was experiencing. Those almost silky tendrils pleasured her nubbin in ways she'd never felt before. Every stroke across the sides and clit sent jolts of erotic pleasure through her system.

"Please! It...ahhhhahhh...it...t-tickles! It’s not enough! I need...Please! I need to....ohhhhhh"

She bucked and moaned as the tendrils moved faster. "PLEASE...OH GOD...WHY??...WHY ARE YOU T-TORTURING ME?! W-WHY WON'T YOU...LET ME CUM!!!"

Marie laughed, looking at her former partner.

"Look at them go - I think we've quite perfected it, don't you? The way we've been able to make the clitoris grow to almost a tiny pussy - making it so vulnerable to these ticklish delights."

"Marie," Kate rasped, her pussy flexing and dripping precum as her body shuddered at the site and sound of the tortured woman. "Marie, let me go. We can work it out." She ignored her, continuing to tease her with her words.

"Do you see her clit bulging inside the little torturous tube, Kate? And you know exactly what kind of tendrils are tickling that helpless bundle of nerves...those soft, silicon tickling tendrils scraping over her clit, giving her only the lightest touch, then moving faster and faster, until she's convinced she'll cum..."

“Let me go,” Kate implored, trembling.

"But we both know she won't,” Marie continued. “That's the whole point of this, right Kate? To explore and perfect interrogation techniques without leaving a mark on the person. I bet she would do anything to make that tickling and teasing stop - to have just the slightest trickle of orgasmic pleasure ripple through her pussy."

"Stop it!" Kate cried, trying to maintain composure but failing miserably. Her words were making the ache in her pussy work. her nipples were erect, and her skin felt hyper sensitive.

“Tickle tickle tickle,” she whispered, running her nails up and down her chest and stomach, flicking her overly sensitive nipples, teasing tickling them over and over until She began to whimper and beg.

"Ahaha...Let me go. Ahaha...Let me go right now," Kate growled more urgently, squirming as Marie ran her nails up and down her ticklish chest and stomach.

“Tickle tickle tickle that ticklish soft flesh of yours...I know it turns you on.”

“Stop it, please!” She begged as her nails continued to run over her hardened nubs. Flick Flick Flick.

“Tickle tickle,” she whispered, lightly running her fingers over her belly before finally stopping and moving back to the controls. Then She saw her reach toward the other panel.

"Oh no...please no...don't do that...Marie, please, think about this..."

She just smiled and pressed a button. The tubes descended from the machine - two latching on to her nipples - the third a much larger tube that suctioned just the head of her pussy for the moment.

"Oh god, NO!" She screamed.

"But I haven't even done anything yet," she smirked, watching her body break out into a sweat.

"You won't get away with this," She rasped through gritted teeth.

"Oh but I will," she smiled. "You see, I've been authorized. It seems a number of women in our facility are tired of your "slut shaming" attitude and it's been decided you need to learn a lesson about how to treat women in the workplace, Kate. So...here it is..."

She looked at her with pleading eyes, her mouth agape in disbelief. Overhead, there was an observation level to the lab, which had previously been covered. She watched as the metal shield pulled away to reveal several of her female coworkers watching intently, peering down onto the lab below.

"PLEASE! DON'T LET HER DO THIS!" She implored to her colleagues, but they only stared at her, some beginning to remove their lab coats and clothing as they prepared to watch the scene unfold.

“Seems you were wrong about the peep show, Kate,” Marie smirked.

18

Jul 29, 2021

#3

Volsung said:

#4

“Turning the Tables - A Tickle/Tease Study Gone Wrong”

CHAPTER 2: HER PREDICAMENT (Heavy F/F sexual tickling/teasing here)

Kate decided to shut her eyes, not wanting to see them or the woman in front of her who was already being tormented. But She couldn't shut out her screams and begging, which only turned her on more and more. She shook her head as She felt the drug being injected into her system. her eyes shot open wide - this is what it felt like? She screamed.

“GAHHHHHH!” She cried, thrusting her hips upward.

“Oh my, She seems to be reacting much more intensely than the girl,” Marie noted as her colleagues above nodded, some of them beginning to partner up and caress each other. Groaning, Kate felt her body surge with unbearable arousal. She wanted to talk back, to fight, to tell her she was wrong. But She couldn’t. She was already a hot, trembling mess and she hadn’t even begun.

“Now the fun begins for you,” she smirked, pressing a button. She screamed as the suction on her nipples increased, dragging them into the tubes, making them expand. “Tell me, are your nipples sensitive?”

She growled, shaking her head.

“I think you’re lying, Kate. Let’s find out, shall we. We are scientists after all - we have to confirm the data.”

She pressed another button. Kate looked up to the ceiling, squeezing her eyes shut as the tickling tendrils began to massage her elongated nipples. Being stretched taut, the nerves in her nipples - already a huge erogenous zone for her - were hypersensitive to the tickling tendrils as they stroked around the hardened peaks. She began to grunt, bucking her hips.

“Hmm...seems like they’re very sensitive, Kate,” Marie replied. “Perhaps even more sensitive than our other victim here...very interesting.”

Kate panted as the machine continued to tease her sensitive nubs. She never liked to admit it, but She could cum just from nipple stimulation alone. After several minutes of this pleasurable torment, along with feeling her pussy twitchng in need, untouched, She truly began to panic - the realization of what was being done to her was setting in.

“Say it,” Marie demanded, teasing her nails over her sucked-in belly. “Tell me how sensitive your nipples are.”

She struggled for a few moments, trying not to give in. But her incessant teasing and tickling, combined with watching both her naked frame and the female test subject’s torment, made her break.

“Alright, alright, they’re sensitive - now please stop!” She begged. her body was trembling, sweat dripping down her forehead and trickling down her neck and chest. She moaned as she continued to tickle and tease her.

“That’s it...just enjoy, Kate,” Marie smirked, pressing another button. “If your nipples are that sensitive, I wonder what those soft tendrils will do to that sensitive mound of yours. Let’s find out shall we?”

She whimpered, beginning to beg, unable to stand anymore.

“Don’t do this,” She gasped, “Uhh...no...no!”

The tube began to suck on her clit. It twitched and dripped, starting to throb and leak. Marie smiled, knowing how sensitive her shaved pussy would be.

“Hmm...now what is this?” she asked out loud, turning her attention to the female. “It seems her watching you being tortured is increasing her own arousal.”

Marie turned to the woman in the machine. “Tell me, dear … does it arouse you to see the bitch who was torturing you go through the same fate?”

“Uhhhh...please, just make it...hahaha...make it stop!”

“Admit it. Admit that the site of her tortured and aroused gets you even closer to cumming…”

“No...no I’m not like that ....I’m not ...OH GOD!!!”

Marie pressed another button and another device came out of the machine - a phallous-shaped vibrator.

“Do you know what’s so special about this vibrator, dear?” Marie asked the woman sweetly. The woman shook her head, whimpering as she gazed down at the device. “You, see these tiny, tiny specs on the side - they’re micro brushes. They’ll tickle and tease every inch inside you, and I when they find your G-spot...mmmm...you’re going to love it.”

“OH MY GOD ...DON’T!”

“Then confess! Confess that watching her being tortured turns you on!”

“OHHH OHHH”

She pressed a button and the vibrator positioned itself just at her quivering opening - her legs spread wide as two clamps pushed them apart. The tickly feel of the brushes as the artificial silicon pussy vibrated against her pussy sent her reeling into madness, shivering and whimpering as the brushes continued to tickle her stomach and sides, the tendrils rasping lightly over her nipples and clit.

“UHH...UHHHH AHAHA HAHA NONO NONO!!” she whimpered.

On the observation deck, Marie’s colleagues were mostly stripped down by now, in various states of erotic embraces. A woman with a strap-on suckled on her female colleagues' nipples as they fucked slowly, their eyes focused on the two subjects below. Two women were in a 69 position, licking each other’s slits as the moans and begging increased their arousal. An orgy of bodies writhing, moaning, tickling and stroking made both victims shudder and blush - knowing they were the cause.

Kate shook and trembled as her nipples continued to be tortured, but otherwise remained untouched as She watched the female victim breaking. juices dripped from her slit steadily as She panted at the sights and sounds in front of her.

“CONFESS!” Marie demanded, inserting the device a centimeter inside the helpless victim.

“AHHH!” she screamed, feeling the bristles begin to tickle the sensitive interior of her wet and throbbing pussy. She had to cum, she should have been cumming right then and there - but she couldn’t. And she wouldn’t. And she knew that now for certain. Her mind spun. Her body shook and arched as she finally gave in.

“I CONFESS I CONFESS!!” she shouted breathlessly. “JUST MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT...OH GOD I NEED TO CUM, PLEASE!”

“What do you confess,” Marie demanded, pressing the button again to insert it half an inch inside her. It was getting dangerously close to her G-spot.

“IT TURNS ME ON! IT TURNS ME ON TO WATCH her GET TORTURED! I’M SO CLOSE! PLEASE! PLEASE!

“Very good, dear,” she replied with a wicked smile. The woman’s eyes pleaded with her, then widened in horror as she saw her torturer was about to press the button again.

“WAIT! NO...NO! I DID WHAT YOU ASKED! DON’T DO THIS-OH DEAR GOD NO!!! N-AHHHHHHH!”

Her scream nearly shattered the glass in the room as the vibrator pushed completely inside her pussy, filling her and tickling her inner walls with its tiny spinning brushes. As she bucked to get away, it only made things words. She felt it adjusting inside her, searching, as if it were programmed…

“Ah, here we go,” Marie smirked, watching the scene unfold.

“HAHAHA! OH GOD NO NOT THERE, NOT THAT - THIS IS TORTURE- PLEASE! NO NO WHY CAN’T I CUM?! OH MY GOD IT’S TOO MUCH!”

Marie turned her attention back to her colleague, who was panting and staring at the poor woman’s predicament. The tendrils continued to stroke her nipples but her pussy remained untouched, the precum dripping into the tube continuously, the head bulbous and red.

“It’s found her G-spot,” Marie informed her, although she really didn’t have to. It was obvious to everyone that the woman was reaching her limit. “Those little tiny bristles we perfected are now spinning deliciously on that inner spot that’s connected right to her clitoris. All that tension, all that need, building and building with no place to go. Her pussy is so tight now, it’s almost suckling the machine...here have a look.”

Marie moved a TV monitor over to Kate's view. There were close-up cameras attached throughout the machine, and this particular view was a close up on her pussy. She could see the details of her clitoris being tickled and teased as it twitched in the tube. And her soft labia were parted now, bright red with arousal, her inner lips flushed. The vibrator spread her obscenely and She could see her juices trickling out of the glorious entrance.

“Look at that sensitive pussy suckling and quivering,” Marie smiled, pointing to her outer and inner labia, and the way they quivered, clenched and unclenched in need. “I imagine a pussy that aroused would feel heavenly around that throbbing pussy of yours,” she added with a wink. Kate threw her head back in despair, her words and the sights and sounds of the woman in front of her driving her mad. And they hadn’t even touched her pussy yet. It only got worse when She saw Marie beginning to touch herself, pinching her left nipple while her right hand reached down to stroke her pussy and rub her clit.

“Please...please don’t do this,” She whimpered, begging.

“But I need to collect more data," Marie smirked...

THE CONCLUSION...

CHAPTER 3: her PREDICAMENT (lots of erotic/clit tickling F/F)

“Please...please don’t do this,” She whimpered, begging.

“But I need to collect more data - I need to find out whether your assumptions are true or not, Kate. I mean look at her…”

Kate shut her eyes, shaking her head. Marie frowned, pressing a button on the portable panel she had dragged over. her eyes opened wide. She could only blink now - She was unable to shut them. Such was the precision and control they had over their victims.

“Look at her Kate,” Marie demanded again, moving her hand back to her own pussy. “Look at all we’ve put her through, all her body has taken. And then look at you. Already a begging, pathetic mess before we’ve even begun to truly torture you with this pleasuring device. Admit it – you are weaker than us.”

“I admit it,” She gasped, hoping against all odds that she would set her free.

“Say it,” she demanded, scraping her nails over her sensitive belly, arousing and tickling her as her pussy juiced in the tube untouched.

“I AM WEAHAHAHAHAKER THAN ALL OF YOUHOHOHO!” She shouted, squirming and sweating under her touch.

Marie looked up at her colleagues with a smile. “That didn’t take long,” she laughed, tickling her ribs and sides lightly as she assessed her. “Now...where were we.” She poised a finger over one of the buttons on the panel.

“NO! PLEASE! I ADMITTED IT! I DID WHAT YOU WANTED! LET ME GO!”

Marie chuckled. “Now how would you ever learn your lesson if I let you go now?” Winking at her, she pressed the button. “If you think what’s happening to her is bad, just wait until you feel those soft bristles on your clip, entrance, lips...and inside that weeping slit.”

“WHAT?! NO! NONONO DON’T! NOT THERE! OH MY GOD!”

Underneath, another device elongated, with a small whirling brush, positioning itself just under her lips, then pressing against them lightly, tickling the aching skin that twitched, seeking a release that wouldn’t come.

“OHHH NO...NOT MY LIIHIHIHIHPS..PLEAHAHAHAHAHASE, IT’S TOO SENSIHIHIHIHIHTIVE! IT...OH GOD IT T-TIHIHIHIHIHCKLES SO BADLY! YOU NEED TO STOHOHOHOHOP! STOP! OH GAWHAHAHAHAD! NOT THERE!”

Her lips quivered, trying to release their pent-up contents, but it was futile. The drugs were doing their job - heightening arousal while preventing that final sweet release. She squirmed, twisting her hips as much as the restraints would allow. She felt clamps, which came out of the sides of the machine, latch onto her hips and hold her her down, still allowing her to squirm but not much, forcing her to endure the pleasurable torment.

Marie eventually slowed down the brush’s speed, as she wanted her to be more focused on her next most exquisite torture. Changing the image on the screen, Marie showed her a closeup of her pussy, the clit and half the mound now encased in the tube. She saw the familiar tendrils, but there was something different - they were vibrating...and there were what looked like tiny holds along the entire mound of each tendril.

“You see those holes,” Marie explained. “They’re not really holes. They’re tiny bristles, like the ones teasing and tickling our other victim’s vaginal canal. This will be a whole new sensation for you...especially when that one there eases inside your gaping slit.”

“NOoohohohohhahaHOHOHNO! NOT THEHEHEHEHERE, DOHOHOHOHOHON’T DO THIS! YOU CAHAHAHAHAHAHN’T -OHHHHHHHH OH MY GOD! MAHAHAHAHAKE IT STOP!”

The tendrils had reached their target and were massaging her throbbing clit, tickling along the sensitive love button then underneath to her perineum. She began to laugh and moan as the tube sucked her entire pussy inside, the ticklish pleasure eased over her dripping lips. Stroking. Vibrating. Tickling.

“Tickle tickle tickle,” Marie taunted, her fingernails raking over her trembling flesh, easing over her chest and stomach then down her sides. “I know what turns you on, Kate. You’re going to beg me to stop … then beg me never to stop if I would just let you experience that sweet sweet burst of pleasure…”

“NO HAHAHAHAHAH NOT THERE!” She screamed as She felt a devilish tendril slip inside her slit, eased by her precum. She dug in harder, rasping her knuckles into her ribs, wanting to feel her reactions in her own body.

“Oh god, Kate, mmmm...I could cum just from teasing you like this...tickle tickle tickle…”

Marie began rubbing her wetness over her thigh, pressing against her so her clit would be in contact with the shaved flesh.

“NOOHOHOHOHOHOO! PLEAHAHAHAHAHASE!!” She screamed, jerking and squirming as much as the restraints would allow. her pussy was teased and tickled inside and out, driving her insane with maddening pleasure. Feeling Marie’s wet heat teasing right below her pussy made it even worse.

Marie pressed another button and the machine activated the feet tickling device. This one felt light several tongues lightly lapping at her sensitive arches and toes. She laughed and moaned, the sensations building. Then she turned the brush underneath her lips back on, causing her to yelp and squeal as the soft feather-like device rasped against her aching, soft flesh.

“Tell me what you need, Kate, beg me,” she demanded, moaning as she suddenly removing one of the suction cups on her nipples to tickles and tease it with her tongue and fingers.

“STOP IT! PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!”

“Is that what you really want?” she asked, looking up at her as she stroked her erect nipple, flicking the nub lightly.

“OH GOD I DON’T...AHHHHAHAHA!”

“Tell me what you really need, Kate. Beg for it. I want to hear it. You know what I need to hear.”

“UHHHH! I-I...OH GOD MARIE, I...I NEED TO CUM! PLEASE...PLEASE LET ME CUM...NO MORE OF THIS. I CAN’T STAND IT ANYMORE! YOU HAVE TO STOP! YOU HAVE TO LET ME CUM!”

“I have to?” she asked, arching an eyebrow as she dug her nails into her belly. her pussy juiced away, while those teasingly soft silicon tendrils expanding another eight inches of flesh to tease by including her thighs. One stroked up a particularly sensitive side of her mound, while another attacked her entrance, ever flick making her moan and beg for release.

Flick. Flick. Flick. her pussy was oozing juices, which only caused the tendril inside her slit easier access to slide in and almost out - essentially fucking her pussy with its ticklish softness and devious bristles. It tickled her, aroused her to unbearable heights - and more than anything, made her need for orgasm more and more urgent.

“Mmm..this is quite effective, would you say, Kate?” Marie teased, moving down to tickling her inner thigh, then up to move her nails over her ticklish hip. She increased the speed of the tendrils over her nipples and pussy - faster and faster they slipped and slid along her quivering flesh, teasing her in a way no real person could.

Kate was shaking, sweating, pleading, her hips thrusting as much as they could into the devious tube of torment - her pussy purple and engorged to the limit, her mound casdaing, drenching, gushing and pulsing as if it were cumming - but it couldn’t. It was kept right there, right at the moment before ejaculation. She hung there, trapped in the incredible tension, gasping and laughing at the ticklish sensations then suddenly moaning and crying out in desperate need.

“OH PLEASE...I NEED IT! PLEASE I’M BEGGING YOU MARIE! OHHH-HAHAHAH! INSIDE MY pussy - IT’S TOO MUCH! AHAHA! MY LIHIHIHIPS - SO FULL - I’M A-AHAHA ACHING! I CAN’T - I C-C-CAN’T S-STAND IT! IT’S SO….T-T-TICKLISH! P-PLEASE! YOU’VE GOT TO STOP THIS! YOU HAVE TO STOP THIS!!!! I NEED TO AHAHA! I NEED TO C-CUM! PLEASE LET ME!!”

On and on her laughter and begging went, as did her tickle talk and teasing fingers roaming all over her flesh. Rubbing hard into her thigh, she reached one hand down to firmly flick her clit, moaning into her ear as she quivered and came against her, causing her to weep and moan pitifully.

“You wish you could feel my pulsing pussy against that tortured pussy of yours or a strap-on between those round cheeks,” Marie rasped, gasping and moaning as she got off on her desperation and need, from the power she now held over her. She shook her head, nodding in desperation, her voice echoing in her ears, arousing her even more. Her pussy drenched her thigh, her scent maddening her further as She bucked and begged desperately. Hearing and seeing the colleagues above in an orgasmic orgasm only heightened her sex-crazed state further. They were getting off on her torture, as Marie did. It was all too much to bear.

Marie continued to taunt tickle her, allowed the devices to whirl over her flesh unbearingly until finally She passed out. Marie, flushed with pleasure, looked pleased, as did her colleagues, and even more so when she found the poor tortured woman still hadn’t reached her limit.

“This subject is stronger than the muscly Amazon it seems,” Marie smirked, making a notation in her log. She slowed down the machine until it was only teasing the woman’s nipples and clit lightly, keeping her trembling but nowhere near as intense. The soaked dildo slipped out of her, her pussy throbbing and clenching in need. Marie walked over to her, lightly running her nails down the woman’s taut stomach.

“Don’t worry, when She wakes up, I’m going to give you the biggest orgasm of your life dear,” she winked, tickling her lightly.

“Ohhhh ohhh please,” the woman moaned.

“Rest now...we have a long day ahead of us.”

“Please...please turn these off...I’m so sensitive … my nipples … my clit...I can’t.”

“Shhh...we need to keep you in an aroused state, but I promise it won’t be long until that quivering sex of yours finds fulfillment. And you will find it...over and over and over...I hear a person is much more ticklish after they cum…”

“Oh my god,” she gasped, pulling at her restraints.

“No help from god or anyone else I’m afraid,” Marie winked. “Just enjoy. The fun has only just begun…”

“Oh god...no...please….please let me go! Please!”

Marie chuckled and sat back, watching the woman beg and plead as she waited for her colleague to come to. The fun was just beginning...

THE END?

Lisa's Prank (extreme humiliation, f/f tickling)

• Thread starterparpignollord

• Start dateJun 20, 2023

https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/lisas-prank-extreme-humiliation-f-m-tickling.352418/

This is an AI story I prompted. I thought it was interesting how it came out so I thought I'd post it here. Note that there is more extreme humiliation than tickling.

An Amazon, JANE, stands in the bathroom wearing only a towel, about to take a bath. The sound of running water fills the room. she looks relaxed and content.

JANE's girlfriend, LISA, enters the bedroom with a mischievous grin on her face. She sees JANE and decides to play a little prank on her. She walks up to her.

LISA

(whispering seductively)

Hey, babe, can you do me a favor? I think I heard something on the front porch. Can you check it out for me?

JANE

(slightly confused)

Right now? I'm about to take a bath, Lisa.

LISA

(teasingly)

Please, it'll only take a moment. I'll make it worth your while.

JANE hesitates for a moment, then gives in to Lisa's persuasive charm.

JANE

(sighs)

Alright, fine. But make it quick, okay?

JANE steps onto the front porch, holding the towel tightly around her waist. She looks around, trying to find what Lisa wants her to see. Suddenly, she hears the sound of the front door closing behind her.

JANE

(startled)

Lisa? What the...?

JANE turns to find the front door locked, leaving her stranded outside in just a towel. she bangs on the door.

JANE

(angry)

Lisa! Open the door! This isn't funny!

Lisa stands by the window, watching JANE's frustration with a wicked grin. She holds her phone, ready to capture the scene.

LISA

(laughs)

Oh, JANE, you should have seen your face! This is hilarious!

JANE

(yelling)

Lisa! Unlock the door right now!

LISA

(mocking)

Just enjoy the fresh air. It'll be good for you.

Lisa starts recording a video on her phone, capturing JANE's anger and humiliation.

JANE

(furious)

This is not funny, Lisa! You crossed the line this time!

LISA

(teasingly)

Aw, is someone getting angry? Be careful of your blood pressure, babe. Wouldn't want you to explode.

Lisa waves goodbye, then closes the curtains, leaving JANE seething with anger outside.

Lisa enters the bathroom with a triumphant smile, still holding her phone. She undresses and slips into the bath that JANE had prepared. The sound of water splashing echoes in the room.

LISA

(smiling evilly)

Sometimes a girl just needs to take a bath in peace.

Lisa relaxes in the bath, enjoying the warmth while watching the video of JANE's frustration on her phone.

JANE, still fuming and desperate to get back inside, notices the pet door. she contemplates squeezing through it, hoping it will lead her back to safety. With a mix of determination and humiliation, she starts to wiggle her body through the small opening.

JANE

(grunting)

I can't believe I'm doing this. This is ridiculous.

As JANE struggles to squeeze her body through the pet door, she suddenly gets stuck with her arm halfway in, unable to move any further. she grunts in frustration, realizing she's now in an even more awkward and vulnerable position.

Lisa finishes her bath and wraps herself in a cozy robe. Feeling satisfied with her prank, she leaves the bathroom and heads toward the front door. With a mischievous smile, she discovers JANE stuck in the pet door.

LISA

(laughing)

Oh, JANE, look at you! Stuck like a little mouse.

JANE

(embarrassed)

Lisa, please, help me out of here. This isn't funny anymore!

LISA

(grinning)

Oh, but it is, my dear. You see, I have just the thing in mind for your predicament.

Lisa heads to the kitchen, leaving JANE struggling in the pet door.

Lisa fills a cup with warm water, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She walks back to the front porch, holding the cup in her hand.

LISA

(slyly)

JANE, have you ever heard of the warm water sleepover prank? It's quite amusing.

JANE's eyes widen in apprehension as she realizes what Lisa is about to do.

JANE

(panicked)

Lisa, no! Please, don't do this!

Ignoring JANE's pleas, Lisa places her trapped hand into the cup of warm water.

LISA

(chuckling)

Now, let's see if this prank works. Sweet dreams, JANE.

Lisa walks away, leaving JANE stuck in the pet door with her hand submerged in the water. She heads off to bed, her laughter fading as she retreats.

JANE

(helpless)

Lisa, you're going to regret this! Get me out of here!

JANE's frustration grows as she struggles to free herself, now with the added discomfort of the warm water surrounding her trapped hand.

JANE, still stuck in the pet door with her hand submerged in warm water, continues to struggle and plead for help. she grows more desperate as time passes, unaware of what Lisa has planned next.

Lisa, wearing a devious smirk, retrieves a jar of honey from the kitchen. She admires it, knowing it will add an extra touch of humiliation to JANE's predicament. Holding the jar tightly, she heads towards the back door.

Lisa steps out into the backyard and makes her way around to the front of the house, carrying the jar of honey. She moves stealthily, trying to contain her excitement. The moonlight casts a soft glow on the surroundings.

Lisa arrives at the front porch, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. She gazes at JANE's trapped bare backside, barely holding back her laughter.

LISA

(teasingly)

Looks like a full moon tonight, JANE. Just the perfect setting for what comes next.

JANE, exhausted from her attempts to free herself, glances back at Lisa with a mix of desperation and anger.

JANE

(angry)

Lisa, please, enough is enough! Let me out of here!

Ignoring her pleas, Lisa opens the jar of honey and slowly pours it over JANE's exposed backside, legs, and feet. The sticky substance drips down, adding a final touch of humiliation to her already ridiculous situation.

LISA

(laughing)

Oh, don't worry, JANE. It's just a sweet little surprise. Consider it the grand finale.

JANE's frustration reaches its peak as the honey coats her skin, making her predicament even more uncomfortable and embarrassing.

JANE

(frustrated)

You're going to regret this, Lisa! I swear it!

Lisa, thoroughly amused by the situation, takes a step back, admiring her handiwork.

LISA

(mockingly)

Oh, I highly doubt that, JANE. Sweet dreams, my trapped little honey bear.

With a final taunting laugh, Lisa turns and walks away, leaving JANE stuck in the pet door with the honey clinging to her backside.

JANE, exhausted and covered in honey, tries to find a moment of respite. she manages to calm down and, feeling drained, begins to doze off against the pet door.

Just as JANE's eyes start to close, two stray dogs, attracted by the sweet scent of honey, cautiously approach the front porch. They sniff the air, their curiosity piqued.

Lisa stirs in her sleep as she hears JANE's frantic laughter from the front porch. She opens her eyes and looks at the clock, annoyed by the disturbance. However, a mischievous smile forms on her lips as she remembers the honey prank.

LISA

(smirking)

Ah, it seems my little surprise is keeping her entertained.

Lisa gets out of bed and walks over to the window overlooking the front porch. She peeks outside, observing the two dogs licking the honey off JANE's backside. Her smile widens.

LISA

(chuckling)

Well, well, it seems the dogs are enjoying their unexpected treat.

With a satisfied grin, Lisa decides to return to bed, seeking uninterrupted sleep. She grabs a pair of earmuffs from her nightstand and puts them on, blocking out the sound of JANE's frantic laughter.

INT. FRONT PORCH - NIGHT

JANE, now both amused and alarmed, tries to shoo the dogs away, but they persist in licking the honey off her backside. she bursts into fits of laughter mixed with cries for help.

JANE

(laughing and panicked)

Lisa! Lisa, please! Help me get rid of these dogs!

The dogs, oblivious to JANE's pleas, continue to enjoy their impromptu feast. JANE's laughter grows more frantic and desperate.

Lisa lies in bed, smiling to herself as she hears JANE's voice growing more and more frenzied. She adjusts her earmuffs, blocking out the sound, and settles into her pillow with a contented sigh.

LISA

(satisfied)

Finally, a peaceful night's sleep.

Lisa closes her eyes, ready to enjoy the rest of her night undisturbed by JANE's predicament, while JANE's laughter and pleas echo in the background.

The sun shines brightly on the front porch as JANE, still stuck in the pet door and now with remnants of honey on her backside, awaits the morning's arrival. she looks disheveled and exhausted from the night's ordeal.

After sleeping in, Lisa walks by, she notices JANE's desperate expression and hears her plea for help.

JANE

(desperate)

Lisa, please! Help me! I haven't done anything wrong!

Lisa stops and looks at her, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

LISA

(teasingly)

Oh, I know, JANE. That's exactly why it's so funny!

She playfully tickles JANE under her chin, causing her to squirm and laugh in her confined position.

JANE

(still pleading)

Come on, Lisa, enough is enough. Let me out of here!

LISA

(laughing)

Oh, don't worry, my dear. I'll free you soon enough. Just trying to savor the moment a little longer.

With a playful smile, Lisa pats JANE on the head before walking away, leaving her in her absurd predicament.

JANE

(calling after her)

Lisa, please!

But Lisa continues walking, enjoying the humor of the situation, and leaving JANE to her captivity.

JANE remains stuck in the pet door, her frustration mounting as Lisa seems to find amusement in her predicament. she watches as Lisa returns to the front porch, carrying a chair with her. She places it near the door, then starts removing her shoes and socks, revealing her bare feet.

LISA

(smiling mischievously)

You know, JANE, I realized something. You've never kissed my feet before, have you?

JANE's eyes widen in surprise, unable to believe what she just heard.

JANE

(disbelieving)

Are you serious, Lisa? This is not the time for games like these!

LISA

(teasingly)

Oh, but it's the perfect time, my dear. You're in no position to refuse, after all.

She wiggles her toes playfully, teasing JANE with her bare feet.

JANE

(angry)

This is ridiculous, Lisa! Just help me get out of here!

LISA

(teasingly)

Oh, where's the fun in that? Now, come on, pucker up those lips and show me some foot affection!

Lisa giggles and extends her foot towards JANE's face, expecting her to comply with her request.

JANE, feeling a mixture of frustration, resignation, and a desire to finally be freed from her confinement, reluctantly gives in to Lisa's demands. she takes a deep breath and, with a defeated expression, leans forward to kiss her foot.

JANE

(grudgingly)

Fine. But this is the last time I play along with your ridiculous games.

Lisa watches with a mischievous grin as JANE presses a quick, awkward kiss against her foot. She playfully wiggles her toes, encouraging her to show more enthusiasm.

LISA

(teasingly)

Come on, JANE. Show some enthusiasm! Make it a proper kiss.

JANE lets out a sigh of exasperation, realizing she has little choice in the Maddieer. she takes another breath and, mustering a hint of reluctant enthusiasm, she leans forward once again. This time, she places a more deliberate and slightly longer kiss on Lisa's foot.

JANE

(resigned)

There. Are you satisfied now?

Lisa laughs, enjoying JANE's compliance, and withdraws her foot.

LISA

(amused)

Oh, that's much better. You're learning, JANE.

Lisa continues to revel in JANE's compliance and takes the opportunity to further extend her playful demands. She smirks mischievously at JANE.

LISA

(teasingly)

Oh, JANE, that was just the beginning. Now, I want you to kiss each toe and give them compliments.

JANE's frustration grows, but she realizes that resisting Lisa's requests might only prolong her predicament. With a resigned sigh, she turns her attention to Lisa's toes.

JANE

(reluctantly)

Fine, but let's make this quick.

JANE leans forward to kiss each toe, one by one. As she completes each kiss, she compliments Lisa's toes, though with a tinge of sarcasm.

JANE

(muttering)

You have the most extraordinary toes, my dear. They're truly a sight to behold.

Lisa giggles at JANE's tone, enjoying her reluctant participation in her playful game.

LISA

(amused)

Oh, I'm glad you appreciate them, JANE. Your compliments are simply charming.

JANE finishes the last toe, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and relief.

JANE

(slightly irritated)

There, are we done now? Can we move on from this?

LISA

(grinning)

Oh, not just yet, my dear. There's still more fun to be had. But for now, let's leave it at that.

Lisa steps back, her playful demeanor still intact. She glances at JANE, who remains stuck in the pet door, and winks mischievously before turning to walk away.

LISA

(teasingly)

Don't worry, JANE. I'll free you soon. But until then, enjoy your time in the spotlight.

JANE's frustration lingers as Lisa retreats, leaving her to contemplate her current situation, kissed toes and all.

Suddenly, Lisa reappears outside, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

LISA

(teasingly)

Oh, JANE, I couldn't resist coming back for one more surprise.

She approaches her, her hand extended towards her backside. With a wicked grin, she gives it a playful tickle, causing JANE to squirm in her confined position.

JANE

(indignant)

Lisa, this is crossing the line! Enough is enough!

Lisa ignores her protests and turns to face the street.

LISA

(raising her voice)

Attention, everyone! Gather 'round! Have a go at smacking JANE's backside!

Passersby stop in their tracks, intrigued by Lisa's invitation. Curiosity and amusement fill the air as they approach the front porch.

JANE's eyes widen in horror as she realizes what Lisa is about to unleash.

JANE

(panicked)

No, Lisa! Don't do this! Please!

But it's too late. The passersby, curious and willing to partake in the spectacle, line up and take turns playfully smacking JANE's bare backside.

Laughter and applause fill the scene as JANE's humiliation reaches its peak. she struggles in vain to break free, but the pet door holds her captive.

Lisa stands at the side, thoroughly amused by the chaos she has orchestrated.

LISA

(laughing)

Oh, JANE, don't be such a spoilsport! Embrace the hilarity!

With a final taunting laugh, Lisa steps back, reveling in the chaos she has created, as the passersby continue to take their turns, finding amusement in the unusual spectacle.

As the passersby eagerly take their turns smacking JANE's honey-coated backside, Lisa takes out her phone and begins recording the chaotic scene. She laughs with delight, finding amusement in the absurdity of the situation.

LISA

(excitedly)

This is priceless! I have to capture every moment of this!

Lisa focuses her camera on JANE, who is still trapped and struggling to break free. The laughter and jeers from the onlookers only add to her humiliation.

JANE

(desperate)

Lisa, please! Stop recording and help me get out of here!

Lisa continues filming, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle.

LISA

(teasingly)

Oh, JANE, you know I can't resist capturing moments like these. Besides, it's too entertaining to pass up!

She moves around, capturing different angles and close-ups of the passersby participating in the action, their laughter echoing in the background.

JANE's frustration and embarrassment reach new heights as the video recording continues, with Lisa not showing any signs of helping her escape the situation.

JANE

(angry)

This is a complete invasion of privacy, Lisa! Put that phone down and help me

She continues to document the scene, occasionally joining in the laughter of the passersby.

Lisa's impish delight shines through as she relishes in the chaos she has orchestrated, capturing every hilarious moment on her phone.

INT. FRONT PORCH - MORNING

As the passersby continue to enjoy the spectacle of smacking JANE's honey-coated backside, two individuals, a lesbian couple like Jane and Lisa, approach the scene. Intrigued, they direct their attention to Lisa, who is still recording the whole ordeal on her phone.

TALLER LESBIAN

(curious)

Hey, this looks like quite the show! Mind if we join in on the fun?

LISA

(grinning)

Not at all! In fact, I have a special request for you two. How about tickling JANE's feet?

The lady and woman exchange mischievous glances, their interest piqued by Lisa's proposition.

WOMAN

(excited)

Tickling her feet? That sounds hilarious! Count us in!

Lisa gives them a nod of approval, signaling her consent to their request.

LISA

(encouragingly)

Go right ahead. Have some fun with it!

The lady and woman crouch down near JANE, their hands poised to tickle her helpless feet. JANE's eyes widen with a mix of dread and disbelief as they prepare to execute Lisa's whimsical command.

JANE

(desperate)

No, no! Please, don't!

But her plea falls on deaf ears as the lady and woman commence their tickling assault. Laughter erupts from both the passersby and Lisa, who continues to capture the moment on her phone.

JANE squirms and thrashes, her laughter blending with the amusement of the onlookers. she realizes she has no choice but to endure the tickling torment until someone decides to release her from her confinement.

Amidst the ongoing tickling torment and JANE's uncontrollable laughter, Lisa decides to leave the passersby to continue the amusement as she makes her way back into the house from the back entrance. The laughter echoes behind her as she enters.

Inside the house, the sounds of JANE's maniacal laughter reach Lisa's ears. She turns and feigns surprise at the sight of JANE, still stuck in the pet door, laughing uncontrollably.

LISA

(jokingly)

Oh, JANE! Is something the Maddieer? I hope you're having a good time out there!

She leans against the doorway, a playful grin dancing on her lips, relishing in the absurdity of the situation.

JANE

(between laughter)

Lisa, please! Enough is enough! Help me out of here!

Lisa chuckles, finding amusement in JANE's pleas.

LISA

(teasingly)

Oh, JANE, don't worry. I'll free you soon enough. But until then, enjoy the tickling and the attention. It's not every day you get such a unique experience, right?

JANE's laughter subsides momentarily, replaced by a mixture of frustration and resignation.

JANE

(defeated)

This is unbelievable, Lisa. I can't believe you find this so entertaining.

LISA

(smiling mischievously)

Well, that's the beauty of it, isn't it? The unexpected and the joy of pushing boundaries. Now, I'll leave you to your laughter. It's quite contagious, you know.

She winks playfully before turning away and disappearing deeper into the house, leaving JANE to continue her tickling-induced laughter.

INT. LIVING ROOM - MORNING

Lisa enters the cozy living room, a sense of satisfaction lingering from the chaos she orchestrated outside. She settles onto the couch, placing her phone on the coffee table. Grabbing a book from the nearby shelf, she opens it to a marked page and begins to read, seemingly engrossed in her own world.

As she flips through the pages, a faint sound of JANE's distant laughter reaches her ears. She pauses for a moment, contemplating her next move. Lisa knows deep down that she should probably free JANE from her confined and humiliating position. However, a mischievous smirk dances on her lips, revealing her lack of desire to do so.

LISA

(to herself)

She'll be fine out there for a little longer. It's all in good fun, right?

She shrugs, succumbing to the temptation of indulging in her own leisure rather than attending to JANE's predicament. The sound of her laughter continues to float in the air, a constant reminder of her ongoing ordeal.

LISA

(muttering)

Besides, a little discomfort never hurt anyone. It's all part of the game.

Lisa returns her attention to her book, the words on the pages captivating her as she becomes immersed in the story. As the minutes tick by, Lisa's amusement in JANE's predicament lingers, mixing with a sense of satisfaction that she has successfully executed her playful pranks. Lisa continues to indulge in her leisurely reading when she hears her phone hum with a text alert. The alert is from a job app with an ad for a local mobile tattoo artist named Roxy. A mischievous grin spreads across Lisa's face as an idea forms in her mind.

Without wasting any time, Lisa opens the app and sends a request. After submitting her address, she sets up an appointment for Roxy to visit her home as soon as possible.

Time passes, and her phone chimes, signaling Roxy's arrival. Lisa rushes to the street from the backdoor, greeting the tattoo artist with a friendly smile.

LISA

(enthusiastically)

Roxy, so glad you're here! Come on in. Just setup right here.

Roxy sets up her equipment, placing it near JANE's still honey-covered backside. JANE, still stuck in the pet door, wonders why the smacking and tickling abruptly stopped. Though she knew it would probably not be good.

JANE

(warily)

Lisa, what's going on? What are you planning now?

Lisa speaks to JANE through the door, her mischievous grin never leaving her face.

LISA

(teasingly)

Don't worry, JANE. I'm finally going to help you out, but not without giving you something to remember this experience by.

JANE's eyes widen, uncertainty filling her expression as Roxy prepares her tattooing equipment.

LISA

(to Roxy)

Go ahead, Roxy. Give her something memorable, something she won't forget.

Roxy nods and gets to work, creating an unforgettable tattoo on JANE's backside. JANE squirms, a mix of discomfort and anxiety coursing through her.

JANE

(protesting)

Lisa, this is going too far! Please, call off the tattooing!

Lisa chuckles, her amusement apparent as she watches Roxy work.

LISA

(teasingly)

Oh, JANE, don't be such a killjoy. A little permanent ink won't hurt. Consider it a lasting reminder of our playful adventures.

As Roxy continues with the tattooing process, Lisa stands by, reveling in the culmination of her mischievous plan.

Roxy meticulously completes the tattooing process, carefully adding the final touches to the design on JANE's backside. Lisa watches with anticipation, eager to see the end result.

Finally, Roxy steps back, wiping her brow with a satisfied smile.

ROXY

(admiring her work)

All done! That's quite a unique design you've got there.

Lisa approaches JANE, her eyes scanning the tattooed artwork on her backside. A mix of mischief and satisfaction lights up her face.

LISA

(excitedly)

Just perfect. It's exactly what I had in mind.

JANE cranes her neck, attempting to catch a glimpse of the tattoo, her curiosity tinged with a touch of apprehension.

JANE

(nervously)

Lisa, what did you have her tattoo on me?

Lisa's mischievous smile widens as she leans closer to inspect the artwork.

LISA

(teasingly)

Oh, JANE, it's a little surprise. You'll see soon enough.

She turns to Roxy, expressing her gratitude.

LISA

(to Roxy)

Thank you, Roxy. You've captured the essence of this whole experience beautifully.

Roxy nods, pleased with her work.

ROXY

(always up for a unique challenge)

It was my pleasure. I'm glad I could be a part of your playful adventure.

Lisa turns back to JANE, her mischievous gaze fixed on her. She invites Roxy in through the back.

Lisa, fueled by her mischievous nature, fetches JANE's wallet from a nearby table and withdraws a wad of cash. She walks over to Roxy, who is still admiring her tattooing handiwork, and extends the money towards her.

LISA

(grinning)

Roxy, you've been such a sport. As a token of my appreciation, I have something for you.

Roxy looks at the cash with surprise and gratitude.

ROXY

(taken aback)

Wow, thank you! I wasn't expecting this.

Lisa smirks, relishing in the pleasure of her playful antics.

LISA

(teasingly)

Consider it an extra reward for your unique contribution to our little adventure.

Roxy accepts the cash with a grateful smile, appreciating the unexpected bonus.

ROXY

(thankful)

I'm honored. Thank you again, Lisa.

Lisa's mischievous gaze shifts back to JANE, who is still stuck in the pet door, awaiting her fate.

LISA

(playfully)

Now, there's one more thing we must do to fully show our appreciation, Roxy.

Roxy raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Lisa's suggestion.

ROXY

(curiously)

Oh? And what might that be?

Lisa pulls a chair in front of JANE and instructs Roxy to take a seat. Roxy, still wearing her big boots and thick black socks, follows Lisa's guidance.

LISA

(teasingly)

Roxy, I think it's time for a little unconventional foot pampering session. JANE, I want you to start kissing Roxy's feet and not stop until she's had enough.

JANE's eyes widen in disbelief and embarrassment at Lisa's request. Roxy looks at Lisa, surprised but slightly intrigued by the audacious proposition.

JANE

(stammering)

Lisa, come on. This is going too far!

LISA

(teasingly)

Oh, JANE, it's all in good fun. Don't worry, Roxy won't mind. It's just a way to show our appreciation.

Roxy smirks playfully, seemingly open to the idea.

ROXY

(amused)

Well, if it's all in good fun, who am I to say no?

Roxy begins unlacing her big leather boots and strips off her thick black socks.

Lisa grins mischievously, fully embracing the unconventional nature of their playful adventure.

LISA

(teasingly)

That's the spirit! Now, JANE, start kissing those feet and don't stop until Roxy decides it's enough.

JANE sighs, realizing she has little choice in the Maddieer. With a mix of reluctance and resignation, she leans forward, ready to embark on yet another unexpected and amusing task.

JANE reluctantly bends down, preparing to fulfill Lisa's whimsical request of kissing Roxy's feet. As she leans in, her mind begins to wander, noting the differences between Roxy's feet and Lisa's. her internal monologue expresses her discomfort and misery.

JANE's ordeal of kissing Roxy's feet finally comes to an end as Lisa, with a mischievous grin, unlocks the pet door and sets her free. JANE, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension, rushes to the bathroom to assess the damage done to her rear end.

As she stands in front of the mirror, her heart pounding, she slowly turns around to catch a glimpse of the tattoo that Lisa and Roxy had inked on her. her eyes widen in shock and humiliation as the message comes into view.

In bold and permanent letters, the tattoo reads:

"Property of Lisa!"

Always read the small print (ff/Ff, sexual non-con)

• Thread starter unclejobo

• Start date Jan 11, 2021

https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/always-read-the-small-print-ff-mf-sexual-non-con.326825/

Suzi arrived home to the recently common sight of an empty house. She climbed out of her car into the cold winter’s breeze, sending a shiver up her spine. Unlocking the front door and stepping inside the home she shared with her fiancé, she unzipped her boots and placed her socked size 4 feet on the cold oak floorboards. Her phone pinged;

‘Sorry babe, I’m going to be late again xx’

Suzi let out a frustrated sigh, after all it was Christmas eve and Maddie had promised to be home at a reasonable hour. She walked upstairs and ran a hot bath with her scented oils, her mind wondering in anger at Maddie. It had been a good year for the 32 year old couple, they had bought a lovely new house, Maddie proposed and she managed to get a new, very well paid marketing job for a pharmaceutical company a few months ago.

She slipped out of her clothes, tied her long, auburn hair up in a bun and stepped into the large, free standing bath tub in their bathroom. As she started to relax, a terrifying thought popped into her head. ‘Is Maddie having an affair?’ she thought angrily. she had been working late, at the drop of a hat, many times over the last few weeks. she would return home exhausted and sometimes in a different shirt from the one she left in. she would jolt her body away from Suzi sometimes when she tried to wrap her arms around her. The strangest thing was that she now moisturised and wore socks to bed, virtually every night. She couldn’t get her head around that last one but she was adamant that she was having an affair, everything seemed to add up.

‘That’s it, I’m finding out what’s going on’ she said to herself as she jumped out of the bathtub and angrily dried herself. Not caring what she looked like, she slipped on some grey jogging bottoms and an old, white crop top. Suzi wrapped her warm, faux fur coat around her and slipped on her Ugg boots over her bare feet before grabbing her car keys.

As she stepped outside, the winter’s wind sent a freezing shiver up her spine. She thought about going back and putting on her pants and bra as she shivered walking to her car but she was filled with rage. She climbed in her car and sped away towards Maddie’s office.

Pulling up in the carpark, she looked up at the glass building, all in darkness with the exception of the reception and one office at the top of the 5 floor building. Scanning the car park, she saw Maddie’s car along with 2 other, expensive vehicles. Her blood boiling, she parked diagonally across 3 disabled spaces and stormed inside the reception where she was greeted by a shocked looking security guard.

“Can I help you, miss?” The guard asked in a deep voice.

“I’m here to see Maddie, I’m her fiancé” she replied sharply.

The security guard looked her up and down. “She is in a meeting, they will be a while” she said sternly. “It’s probably best you go home and wait there”.

“NO, I want to see her now” she snapped.

“It’s a restricted area, I’m afraid” the guard answered, looking puzzled at Suzi. “Look, why don’t you take a seat and I will find out how long they are going to be”.

Suzi approached the black, cold, leather sofas and sat down. Her fist clenched with anger as she checked her phone over and over again.

A few minutes later, Suzi watched the security guard put on her jacket. “Just wait here please, I must do a quick perimeter check”. Suzi nodded and watched the guard grab her flash light and head outside. She waited a minute or so to make sure she didn’t come back unexpectedly then she headed towards the elevator, frantically pressing the button. The doors opened and she headed inside, tapping the ‘5’ button over and over again until the doors closed behind her.

Within a few seconds, the lift stopped and the doors opened. She stepped out into the dark corridor, checking left and right to see where the light she saw from outside was. The doors closed behind her with a bang as she thought about which way she should go, turning right, she took a few quiet steps before she could hear voices.

“Break time is over bitch” a female voice said in the distance.

“Why don’t we try this?” Another female voice said.

“NO, NO, NOOOOOHOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” a female voice screamed. Suzi’s ears pricked up, it was Maddie’s laughter she could hear.

She stormed towards the laughter in anger, thinking about what she should say and how she should go about it. As she approached a large wooden door, she stopped and listened.

“AHAHAHAHHAAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPPPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHA” Maddie screamed out.

“Aww, don’t you like it?” one of the women spoke.

“AHAHAHAHA NOOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHA” Maddie cried out.

At that point, the anger built up within Suzi. Without thinking she swung open the door and stormed inside. She stopped in her tracks and stared in horror at what was before her eyes. Two women, dressed from head to toe in tight, black leather, complete with masks stared back at her. In between them was Maddie, topless and tied to a black leather padded table in her g-string, blindfolded with her bare feet trapped in a pair of stocks. she was breathing heavily whilst her head twitched from side to side in confusion.

“And what do we have here?” the taller women said whilst walking towards Suzi.

“Erm, s-s-sorry, wrong room” Suzi quickly said in fear as she backtracked towards the door, banging her back against it.

She turned and opened it, only to have it slammed shut again by the woman who was now stood behind her.

“Where do you think you are going?” the woman said menacingly as she grabbed Suzi’s wrist, pulling her away from the door.

“I’m sorry, please, just let me go” Suzi whimpered.

“SUZI?” Maddie said in surprise.

“So this is Suzi” the other, shorter woman spoke, whilst walking towards her.

“SUZI, GO NOW, RUN” Maddie shouted.

But it was too late. Both women had a grip of either of Suzi’s wrists, pulling her away from the door.

“We have been eager to meet you” the taller woman said. “Maddie talks about you all the time”.

“W-W-What’s going on?” Suzi nervously asked.

“SUZI, GO NOW” Maddie shouted again.

“Shut her up” the taller women said to the other.

Suzi watched in horror, frozen to the spot as the woman picked up a ball gag and shoved it in Maddie’s mouth.

“MPPPHHHHHHH” Maddie screamed.

“That’s better” the woman said as she walked back over to Suzi, grabbing her wrist again.

“Now, why don’t we get to know you a bit better, Suzi” the shorter woman said as they both pulled Suzi across the room, sitting her down on a chair.

“Let me take your coat” the taller woman said, pulling it off the terrified Suzi. “It gets awfully hot in her”.

Suzi sat there, wide eyed, staring at Maddie in shock. She didn’t notice the smaller woman unfolding and setting up another table behind her. The taller woman grabbed Suzi’s wrists again, pulling her up out of her chair, she was too scared to fight back as the woman dragged her onto the table, pinning her wrists over her head.

Suzi suddenly came back to life. “What are you doing? Who are you?” She said nervously as the women attached leather cuffs around Suzi’s wrists.

Realisation then set in as Suzi started to panic. “LET ME GO, GET OFF” she screamed as she struggled and kicked against the much stronger women who finished cuffing her wrists above her head as she lay on the table.

“MMMPPPHHHHHH” Maddie shouted out.

“MADDIE, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON” Suzi shouted back as she watched the taller woman attaching a pair of stocks to the foot of the table.

“MPPPHHHHHHHHHH” Maddie called back into her gag.

The woman opened the stocks and both women grabbed an ankle each. Suzi struggled as much as she could to fight them off but couldn’t as her ankles were forced into the stocks and locked in place.

“W-W-What are you going to do?” Suzi stuttered out as the women looked at her evilly.

They walked either side of her and stood next to her stomach, exposed from her crop top. One woman looked down at her toned, pale stomach. With an outstretched finger, she scratched her fingernail lightly over Suzi’s bare skin. Suzi instantly jolted her stomach away to the side.

“Ticklish?” The woman smiled.

Suzi’s eyes went wide. “P-Please don’t” she begged.

The women looked at each other across Suzi’s bound body before passing a strap under the table and looping it over Suzi’s hips before tightening it, pinning her to the table. They then looked at Suzi, dead in the eyes.

“First we are going to finish off with your Fiancé, then it’s your turn” the smaller woman said softly.

“We are going to tickle you here” the taller woman said, slowly dragging a nail across Suzi’s bare, exposed armpit causing her to wince. “Then here” the woman said sliding her nail slowly and seductively over Suzi’s exposed sides and stomach as a small giggle escaped her lips. “Then finally” the woman said, walking to Suzi’s feet, “HERE” she exclaimed, tugging Suzi’s right Ugg boot off, revealing her bare, wrinkled size 4 foot.

“No, please” Suzi begged. “Don’t tickle meeeehehehehehehehheehe AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she laughed as the woman scattered her fingernails over Suzi’s small, bare foot as it thrashed around.

“What a ticklish couple of slaves” the smaller woman said.

“W-why are you doing this?” Suzi panted out, regaining her breath.

“Didn’t Maddie tell you?” the taller woman said, placing Suzi’s Ugg boot down.

“T-T-Tell me what?” Suzi stuttered out.

“Maddie’s salary is £20,000 higher than everyone else in her position” the woman spoke softly. “But, she is our tickle slave. WHENEVER WE WANT!”

“MPPHHHH” Maddie protested.

Suzi turned her head and glared at her.

“Who would of thought that we would get two for the price of one” the other woman giggled as they walked back towards Maddie.

Suzi watched the women position themselves, either side of Maddie’s bound body before they both dug their fingernails into her sides and stomach. Maddie instantly thrashed around as much as she could to escape but couldn’t. “HAAHAHAHAMMPPPHHHHAHAHAHAHAHPPHHHH” she laughed into her gag as the women’s nails danced up and down her side and ribs, pinching and prodding their way around.

“STOP TICKLING HER!” Suzi called out.

The two women turned and glared at her.

“Do you want to be tickled now instead?” The taller woman said abruptly.

“No” Suzi said pathetically as she watched to two women turn back to Maddie, sinking their nails back into her ribs as she bounced around on the table.

The women slowly danced their fingernails up to her shaven armpits as her muffled laughter got louder, her head thrashing from side to side. All Suzi could do was watch the torture her fiancé was receiving. Ten fingers wriggled, poked and prodded around in each of Maddie’s sweaty armpits as her head bounced up and down off the table, still screaming with laughter into her gag.

Finally, they stopped and stood up, turning to Suzi, her face as white as a ghost.

“Enjoying it” one woman mocked.

Suzi just shook her head.

“Just think about our tickling fingers exploring your body” she mocked again.

Suzi gulped nervously as she watched the women walk down to Maddie’s feet, knowing just how ticklish they were. They stood there admiring her size 11 soft soles.

“It looks like you have carried on moisturising and wearing your socks to bed” the taller woman said.

“MPPHH” Maddie replied.

“Sorry, what was that?” the taller woman asked again.

“MPPHHHHH” Maddie called out into her gag.

The woman walked up to her face and took the gag out of her mouth as Maddie clenched and stretched her jaw.

“WHAT WAS THAT?” she shouted at her.

“Y-Y-Yes Mistress” she replied to Suzi’s shock.

The woman turned to Suzi and smiled before heading back down to her feet.

“Suzi, I’m sorryyyyyyyyyEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA” Maddie squealed as 20 fingernails danced up and down her wriggling, large soles.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ITTT TIICKLLLEEESSSHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Maddie screamed as the fingers danced up and down her soles. her feet thrashing around as much as the stocks would let them, her head bouncing up and down on the table.

“SSTTTTTOOOPPPPPPPPP” Suzi shouted. She couldn’t take anymore of her fiancé being tortured in front of her.

The taller woman stood up, glaring at Suzi whilst the other woman continued to tickle her feet.

“STOP TICKLING HER!” Suzi demanded.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA SUZIIIEHEHEHEHEHE DON’T AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Maddie called out through her laughter.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAMMPPPHHHAHHAHAHHHHHHHHHHH” she was gagged again by the woman before she turned her attention to Suzi.

“You want us to stop?” she asked, leaning over Suzi’s face.

“YES” Suzi snapped.

“Yes, what?” the woman asked.

“I’m not going to say it!” Suzi snapped.

“You will soon” the woman said, glaring at Suzi’s eyes as she turned away, walking down to her feet.

The smaller woman was fiddling with something at Maddie’s feet that was making her wiggle and giggle but she couldn’t see what was going on. She watched her pass the taller woman some string before pouring baby oil onto her hands and start rubbing it into Maddie’s large feet.

“EEEKKKKKK s-s-s-stop that hehehehe” Suzi giggled as she felt the string gliding in between each ticklish toe on her bare right foot.

The woman forced her bare right foot back against the stock before wrapping the string around a catch at the top. Suzi tried to move her foot but couldn’t.

“W-What are you doing?” She asked nervously.

The woman didn’t say anything, she just looked at Suzi from over the stocks menacingly. Then Suzi felt nails scribble up her small foot, sending a ticklish shockwave up her body.

“AHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAPP AHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed as she tried to move her right foot away but couldn’t. Then she realised that the woman had completely immobilised her foot by tying her toes back.

“NO, PLEASE DON’T” she called out as the woman tugged her left boot off.

Suzi scrunched her toes up on her left foot.

“Aww, how cute” the woman mocked before she quickly ran the string between her toes on her left foot and pinned it back against the stock, immobilising it as well.

Suzi struggled against the toe ties as much as she could to no avail as the woman exited the room, coming back in seconds holding a portable heater. Suzi watched nervously as the woman plugged it, positioning it near Maddie’s bound feet.

“MPPHHHHH” Maddie protested as she felt the heat on her oiled soles.

The two woman then turned to Suzi, walking towards her.

“STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME” she shouted as they approached her side.

They wriggled their fingers as they got closer to her slightly exposed stomach before making contact.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOHOHOHOHOHOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed as twenty wriggling finger explored her belly and sides. Her body bouncing from side to side against the strap holding her hips down.

She laughed frantically as she swayed from side to side, grasping at the leather cuffs around her wrists, her top slowly riding up further as she wriggled.

“Aww, she wants us to tickle more of her” the shorter woman laughed upon seeing her slightly exposed ribs. “Tickle, tickle, tickle” she joked as their fingers pinched and prodded each rib.

“AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA STTTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAPPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHA” Suzi squealed as tears began forming in her eyes.

She continued to bounce around on the table as one woman tickled her sides and stomach, not noticing the other woman move behind her head. With a swift tug, the woman pulled her crop top up and over her face, completely exposing her ribs and breasts.

“Commando, I like it” the woman said as she sunk her nails into Suzi’s armpits.

“NOOOOOHOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAAHAHAHAPPP AHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed as her free breasts bounced from side to side.

Both woman tortured her armpits, sides and stomach for minute after minute as Suzi’s face turned red, laughing uncontrollably.

“Are these titties ticklish by any chance” the woman above her head joked before scattering her nails over her breasts and nipples.

“AAAAHHAHAHAHAHA YEEEAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHH AHAHAHAHAHAHA” Suzi squealed and laughed as each breast had 5 fingernails dancing over it whilst the other woman continued on her stomach.

“AHAHAHAHAHA PLEEEHEHEHEHEHEEEESSEE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAPPP” Suzi laughed as her head shook frantically from side to side.

“Not until you say it” the woman joked.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA NEVEERRRRRRR AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Suzi screamed.

“Very well” she responded. “Let’s see just how ticklish your pretty little feet are then”.

“N-N-NO P-P-PLEASE” Suzi stuttered out as she watched the blurry figures walk down the table through her teary eyes.

Without warning, the woman sunk their nails into Suzi’s heels, scratching her soft, pedicured skin with their pointy nails. Suzi laughed uncontrollably again, shaking her head like a ragdoll as every part of her heels and ankles were explored by the twenty fingers.

“AAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAPPPP AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA” she screamed as their fingers danced their way up her arches.

“Not until you say it” the women joked as they continued to tickle her soles.

“AHAHAHAHAHAA NOOOOHOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed.

It couldn’t get any worse for Suzi, or though she thought as the women’s nails scribbled up and down her dainty feet. Then they hit her bound toes.

“EEEEEEKKKKKK AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA NOOTTT THEREEEHEHEHEHEHEHE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed as her ticklish toes were exploited.

“AHAHAHAHAHAAA NOOTT MYY TOEESSSS AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she called out through her uncontrollable laughter.

The women dug their pointy nails under her toes and scribbled over them as Suzi’s head thrashed around, tears running down her cheeks as she bounced around on the table, against her bonds.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAPP I CANT AHAHAHAHAHAHA TAKEEEE ITT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she laughed, voice going horse from the laughter.

“You know what to say” the women joked.

“AHAHAHAHAAHAA PLEEEEAAASSEE HEHEHEHEHEHE STAAAHAHAHAHAHAAPPPP MISTRESSSSSS AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA” Suzi screamed.

Satisfied, the women stopped. Suzi panted heavily on the table, defeated and embarrassed. A few stray giggles escaped her mouth as she closed her eyes in disappointment.

“Good girl” one of the women mocked. “What are you?”

“Y-Y-YOUR TICKLE SLAVE” Suzi panted out before slamming her head back against the table in disbelief.

She closed her eyes for a few seconds before a whirring noise shot them open. She picked her head up to see one woman take the gag back out of Maddie’s mouth and the other moved the heater away from her feet.

“Are your ticklish feet ready for their cleaning?” the taller woman asked, waving an electric toothbrush in Maddie’s face. she looked nervously at Suzi before she threw her head back in hysterical laughter.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOTT THE TOOTHBRUSHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Maddie screamed as both women, sat at her feet ran the brushes up and down her bound, sensitive feet.

Suzi watched her fiancé’s head bounce around with laughter for minute after minute as the brushes explored every part of her feet before hitting her toes.

“AHAHHAHAHAHA NOOOOHOHOHOHOHOOHO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she squealed as they ran in between her ticklish toes.

She wanted to stop them from torturing her girlfriend but equally didn’t want those brushes anywhere near her feet as she lay there silently, watching Maddie’s red, sweaty face cackle with laughter.

The taller woman noticed Suzi’s staring eyes, she stood up and walked towards her, holding the vibrating brushes. The shorter woman continued making Maddie laugh uncontrollably as she picked up a hair brush and scrubbed it slowly over Maddie’s bound, tensed soles.

“AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed in the background.

The woman stood at Suzi’s side.

“Are you commando down there too?” she asked, pointing at Suzi’s jogging bottoms.

Suzi did not respond, she watched in fear as the woman tugged her jogging bottoms under the strap holding her hips before yanking them down to her knees. Suzi went red with embarrassment instantly as her shaven pussy was now on display.

The woman smiled at Suzi before moving the toothbrushes down towards her hips slowly. Suzi took a deep breath before the vibrating bristles struck down on her pelvis.

“AHAHAHAHAHA OHHH FUUUCCKKKKK AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAPPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed, not knowing just how ticklish see was there.

She bounced around as much as she could as the brushes explored her shaven skin, cackling with laughter. The engaged couple both laughing at the top of their lungs through the tickling. Maddie’s mistress was scrubbing the balls of her feet and her toes with the hair brushes as she screamed with laughter whilst Suzi’s torturer, torment her pussy and groins with the electric toothbrushes for minute after minute of forced laughter.

With both of the victims now starting to sound horse as they laughed, the women finally stopped and stood up before leaving the room. The pair lay there panting and trying to regain their breath, not knowing what was coming next.

The women re-entered the room, both dressed in their work pant suits. The smaller lady had her brown hair tied up in a bun and the taller woman with her jet black hair in a ponytail. Both women walked past the bound couple. As Suzi’s eyes focused after drying from the tears, she could see that these women, both in their late 40’s or early 50’s. Their stern looks on their faces drove fear into Suzi’s eyes as they starred at the bound victims in front of them.

The women walked back to the foot of each table and untied the couples toes before releasing their legs from the stocks. As the taller woman released the strap around Suzi’s hips, she looked up at her.

“From now on slave, you will refer to us only as Mistress. I am Mistress Jane and that is Mistress Carol. Got it!” she said with a patronising tone.

“Yes” Suzi replied in fear.

“YES WHAT!” Mistress Jane said, digging her nails back into Suzi’s armpits.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA YEESSS MISTRESSSSSSS AHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed, kicking her newly freed legs.

“Good” Mistress Jane snapped before untying her wrists.

Suzi instantly pulled down her crop top and pulled up her jogging bottoms as she watched Mistress Carol untie Maddie’s wrists. she took off her blindfold and looked defeatedly at the floor, without making eye contact with Suzi. Suzi glared at her as she rubbed her still tingling bare feet as she sat on the table.

“Slave Maddie” Mistress Jane spoke causing her to turn her head towards her. “Your Christmas bonus is in your payslip”. Maddie nodded. “As for you, my new ticklish pet” she said, turning to Suzi. “I have a private party at my house on New Year’s Eve, the fee is £15000. I expect you to be there with HER” she said, scolding Maddie.

“Y-Y-Yes Mistress” Suzi whimpered softly, lowering her head.

The two women walked towards the door before turning. “Oh, and one more thing. I expect you both to moisturise those feet every night and wear socks to bed” Mistress Jane said sternly. “I will know if you don’t”.

They slammed the door behind them.

“Maddie, what the fuck!” Suzi said in anger.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t read my contract properly, I just saw the money and signed it” she said, still not making eye contact.

“So what, they just get to tie you up and tickle you now whenever they want?” Suzi responded confused.

“You as well now” Maddie said pitifully.

“Absolutely not” she snapped back.

“You have verbally agreed” she said looking up at her. “See that camera” she said pointing up at the camera in the corner of the room. “Those women are the CEO’s of the company. I have tried everything to get out of the contract but I cannot. Now you are in it too”.

Suzi glared daggers at Maddie as she slipped her Ugg boots back onto her feet, grabbed her coat and stormed out of the room to the elevator. As she reached the ground floor, she walked past the security guard, avoiding eye contact.

“See you New Year’s Eve” the guard joked.

Suzi turned back in rage but once she saw the security guard waving a long feather at her, she dropped her head to the floor and ran to her car.

The pair barely spoke over the Christmas break, they got up, showered and changed before both heading out for their separate plans for the day before returning home, eating and going to bed, both wearing their socks covering their soft, moisturised feet. Sex between them was completely off the table for their strained relationship.

New Year’s Eve came around as the pair sat at the table eating their breakfast, still dressed in their pyjama’s.

“What time do we have to go?” Suzi said angrily to Maddie.

“4” she replied back before leaving the table and taking a seat in the living room.

The pair didn’t speak until then as they both met in the hallway just before 16:00.

“Ready?” Maddie asked sympathetically.

“Let’s just get this over with” she scolded back.

The pair drove to Mistress Jane’s mansion of a house. As they pulled up the driveway, Suzi noticed a familiar face stood at the door, the security guard.

“Mistress Jane is expecting you” she said whilst opening the car door, letting Suzi out.

Suzi took a deep breath as she headed through the large front door before Maddie had even got out of the car. she passed the keys to the security guard to park the car and followed after Suzi. Once inside, she was greeted by her boss, Mistress Jane.

“Come on you two” she said angrily. “We have to get you ready, my guests will be arriving in 40 minutes”.

They followed her into the dining room. Both stared in horror at the large, long, wooden table in front of them. Around the table was 6 wooden chairs either side with a large, cushioned chair at either end. In the centre of the table was a large, long padded strip with multiple straps around it.

“Stop gawking at my table and strip” Mistress Jane demanded.

“N-N-Naked?” Suzi asked nervously.

“YES” Mistress Jane snapped. “Don’t worry, you will be covered up if you are embarrassed”.

The pair stripped completely before waiting for their next instruction.

“You lie down there, with your head in the centre” Mistress Jane said to Maddie, pointing at the left side of the table. “You lie on the other side” she said to Suzi.

The pair climbed on the table, lying on their backs, their heads touching in the centre of the table.

“Right, spread your legs and arms up and out to the side” Mistress Jane said sternly clicking her fingers.

Two waitresses came into the room upon hearing the clicking of her fingers and set to work, one strapping Maddie down and the other strapping Suzi to the table. They both started at their feet, strapping each ankle down to the table before moving onto their knees, thighs and hips. Suzi tried to move her legs but couldn’t. She looked down the table at her legs spread apart, pinned to the table, the soles of her feet facing the expensive padded chair at the head of the table.

“HEAD DOWN” Mistress Jane shouted at her as she forced Suzi’s head back onto the padded strip. Her auburn hair touching Maddie’s brown hair above her.

The waitress girls then put straps over their stomach, chest and forehead, pinning their torso down.

“Sorry, but can you lift your arms up to the ceiling” one of the waitress girls asked Suzi nervously.

Suzi stretched her arms up as she watched Maddie’s hands being pinned down to the table, either side of her torso. Her arms were then placed over her arms and her wrists strapped to the table, either side of Maddie’s well toned torso, her large breasts stiff to attention. Finally, where Suzi’s biceps ran over Maddie’s biceps were strapped together and strapped to the table.

Each of the pair stared silently up at the ceiling, immobilised. All they could move were their fingers and toes.

The waitresses returned quickly, from the kitchen, placing small canopies over their naked bodies, before squirting whipped cream over Suzi’s breasts and placing a cherry on top of each. The same was done to Maddie which made her gasp and her shaved womanhood start to leak a little. Even worse, Suzi’s did the same. A table decoration was then placed in between each of their legs, the flowers of it covering their private areas. The last thing was a mask placed over each of their faces, to hide their identity.

“Mistress, why are we strapped down, covered in food” Maddie asked puzzled.

“You two are the centre piece, when you laugh and squirm, the food will fall off if you are not tied down, wouldn’t it” she snapped back. “Now shut up, the guests are arriving soon, I want you silent for the next couple of hours”.

“How can I be quiet if you tickle me?” Suzi replied sarcastically.

“DON’T YOU DARE QUESTION ME SLAVE” Mistress Jane snapped back in anger. “If you make a noise, your punishment will be so much worse later! GOT IT”

“Yes Mistress” Suzi sighed.

The pair lay there for a few more minutes before the guests started to arrive.

“What a fantastic display” a well-spoken lady said with glee. “I trust these bodies are delightfully ticklish”.

“More ticklish than last year, I can guarantee that” Mistress Jane laughed. “But that is for dessert, they have been instructed to be silent until then”.

“Splendid” the lady replied.

All the guests slowly filtered into the room before finally Mistress Carol entered along with Mistress Jane.

“Please take your seats and we will begin the meal” Mistress Jane said sternly.

The guests sat down around the bound bodies on the table, admiring the sight in front of them.

“May I?” Mistress Carol said to Mistress Jane, pointing at the seat at Maddie’s feet.

“Of course” Jane responded as she walked to her seat facing Suzi’s bare soles.

“Now, before we start, please use the chopsticks provided to remove the canopies for the centre piece. Watch out, they are a tad ticklish” Mistress Jane spoke as she dragged one of her chopsticks down the inside of Suzi’s leg slowly. Suzi bit down on her lip to suppress the ticklish sensation as her left foot wiggled slightly from side to side.

The next 20 minutes passed extremely slowly for the couple, the guests poked, prodded and dragged the chopsticks on their bodies ‘accidentally’ as the food was slowly removed from them. As hard as it was for Suzi and Maddie, they both held up their end of the bargain and managed to stay silent, with only their fingers and toes twitching. The guests soon ate all of the food off them before Mistress Jane stood up to address the table.

“Now, before we move to the ballroom for tonight’s activities, you will notice that your chopsticks have a hidden feature” she started as she held up one of her own chopsticks and twisting the end. The guests grinned as Jane removed the top third of the chopstick, revealing a small, thin, stiff feather.

Neither Suzi or Maddie were any wiser to what was happening as they lay there, in the darkness from their masks. That was until Maddie felt something glide across the side of her right knee, goosebumps started to cover her skin as the feeling grew more and more ticklish with each stroke. The others around the table all joined in, using their newly discovered tools on the couple. Both wincing and shuddering as small, stiff feathers danced across their armpits, ribs, sides, hips and knees. Both of their faces turning pink under the masks as the feathers glided up and down their goosebump filled skin.

“I think I have found a weak spot” one of the guests proclaimed as they used both feathers on Maddie’s ribs, just above her bottom rib.

She tried to hold it in, but couldn’t last much longer as the guest opposite, started to do the same.

“Mmm hehhehehehe” Maddie giggled as the feathers became too much for her, alerting the rest of the guests who left Suzi and crowded around Maddie, each wielding 2 feathers up and down her entire torso.

“Hehehehehehehehe” she continued to giggle uncontrollably with each stroke from each feather.

24 feathers glided across her torso and legs as she lay there, bound to the table, giggling. her giggles got louder and louder as Carol, still sat at her feet began gliding her feathers across her toes.

“Hahahahaha Stop hahahahahaha” she called out.

Jane watched on from the other end of the table, still sat in front of Suzi’s tiny soles. The smile on her face grew as all of the guests were enjoying themselves, tickling Maddie’s toned body.

A few minutes of giggles passed before Jane put an end to it.

“STOP” she proclaimed as all the guests turned to face her. “That’s enough for her, for now. If you want to see some ticklish little piggies, watch and learn”.

Jane glided one of her feathers slowly underneath Suzi’s toes. Suzi instantly bit her lip upon feeling the sensation. She scrunched and flexed her toes to try to limit the contact but couldn’t. Jane grabbed her big toe on her left foot, stretching her arch back and began to pick up speed with the feather.

Suzi couldn’t hold on. “Ahahahahahaha staahahahahappp ahahahahaha” she laughed as Jane explored each toe, around and in between.

Suzi continued to laugh as the guests stared with amazement.

“Wow, I have never seen such ticklish feet” one of the guests said, stunned.

Jane finished her strokes before she stopped and stood up.

“If you will all make your way into the ballroom, we will get these two set up for tonight’s activity” she said.

The guests all followed Carol out of the room, closing the door behind them, leaving Jane. She sat back at Suzi’s feet and began stroking the feather slowly up and down her tiny sole.

“I thought I told you to stay quiet” she said sternly.

“Eeehehehehehe I-I-I tried hehehehehe” Suzi giggled.

“Now your punishment with be much worse” she responded before standing up and clapping her hands to summon the waitresses. “Untie these, let them drink, then take them to the stage” she commanded.

Once untied, both Maddie and Suzi sat up on the table, rubbing their skin from the restraints.

“I can’t take this much longer Maddie” Suzi said, distraught.

“Well you agreed to it, you wanted the money. I’m stuck into a stupid contract” she responded showing little sympathy.

“Let’s get our things and make a run for it” she said with a smile.

“I can’t, I will be sacked, that won’t look good on my CV” she said with a sigh.

“Fine, suit yourself” Suzi snapped, jumping down from the table, quickly putting her clothes on.

“Suzi, don’t” Maddie pleaded. “Jane is a powerful woman”.

“She can keep her money. I’m not getting tickled anymore” she snapped back. “Now, are you coming?”.

Maddie just shook her head, watching her auburn haired girlfriend leave the room. she sat there, trying to think up an excuse before Jane walked in. But it was too late, the door swung open.

“WHERE THE FUCK HAS SHE GONE!” Jane shouted with rage.

“She, she, she wasn’t feeling too good” she stuttered.

“I WILL MAKE HER PAY” Jane snapped back before clapping her hands to summon the waiters and waitresses.

“Take her to the stage, NOW” she instructed before leaving the room and slamming the door behind her.

Maddie was led through the back entrance to the ballroom and up onto the stage behind the curtains, completely out of view of the guests. There was a padded table, complete with stocks over one side of the stage and a small, square padded stool over the other side. Leather cuffs dangled from the roof above the stool.

“Kneel on here please” one of the waiters instructed, patting the stool.

Maddie slowly climbed on, grasping each side of the stool to keep her balance. her ankles were strapped together, leaving her large feet dangling over the edge of the stool. she held onto the stool as her thighs were strapped together before the cuffs were lowered from the roof. Two waiters cuffed her wrists together before clipping the cuffs back onto the dangling rope. Maddie watched on as a crank was turned, hoisting her wrists up in the air, slowly stretching out her back and stomach until her muscles were tensed. her head turned quickly as she felt a tickling sensation on her toes behind her, noticing a small waitress tying her big toes together before pinning them back and tying the other end to the cross beam on the stool.

“You better hope that your girlfriend comes back, otherwise you are in for a world of trouble” the waitress whispered to her. “I have been there before, hour upon hour of non-stop tickling”.

Maddie gulped as the waitress put a blindfold over her eyes and walked away silently. she could hear the guests mingling and talking on the other side of the curtain as she waited for her torture to begin. she was soon completely senseless as a pair of noise cancelling headphones were placed over her ears. she gulped, stretched her neck back and waited, not knowing how or when it was coming.

Meanwhile, a few miles away, Suzi speeded down the streets to get away. She was still considering going back, she didn’t want to leave Maddie but she hated being tickled. Still pondering on the thought, she didn’t notice just how quickly she was going until it was too late. Blue flashing lights filled her rear view mirror, she let out an angry sigh before pulling over to the side of the road. Suzi watched a policewoman slowly approach her driver’s window before tapping it.

Suzi opened the window.

“Going somewhere in a hurry” the officer asked.

“I-I-I, forget it” Suzi muttered out.

“Out of the car madam” the officer instructed as Suzi removed her seat belt and climbed out of the car.

“That speed warrants more than just a ticket” the officer said patronisingly. “Now place your hands behind your back”.

“I wasn’t going that fast” Suzi protested.

“HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK” the officer snapped at her.

Not wanting to get in anymore trouble, Suzi complied, crossing her wrists behind her as she felt the cold, metal cuffs clip around her wrists. The female officer pushed her towards the police car, opening the back door and throwing Suzi in aggressively.

“Ouch, watch it” Suzi snapped.

A female officer turned around from the driver seat.

“You could have killed someone at that speed!” she said with a disappointed tone.

Suzi looked down at the floor upon realising that she was right. The female officer locked Suzi’s car and walked back to the police car, climbing into the back of the car, next to Suzi.

“You’re in a lot of trouble” she said. “Now, we need to search you, can you slide to the middle seat and place your feet up onto the centre console, next to officer Jeffers”.

“Why?” Suzi questioned, slightly confused.

“Firstly, I don’t want to get kicked. Secondly, we need to search you completely, checking for anything hidden, female officers are only allowed to check the shoes of a woman these days” she responded and the female officer tapped the centre console.

Suzi complied, although still puzzled. The female officer patted down her legs and upper body whilst the female officer wrote out some paperwork. Once finished, the officer put the seat belt around Suzi and clipped it in, before getting out of the car and climbing into the front, passenger seat. Suzi fidgeted, trying to find a comfy position with her hands still cuffed behind her, she didn’t notice the female officer pulling out some rope until it was too late. she pinned her ankles together as the female officer wrapped the rope around her ankles, over and over again.

“HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Suzi snapped, trying to pull her legs free. It was hopeless, the officer had bound the rope to the centre console, pinning her feet to it. “LET ME GO! YOU CANT DO THIS!”.

The female officer shushed her before pointing at the female officer, currently with her phone to her ear.

“Mistress Jane. It’s officer Jeffers, I don’t suppose you are missing a lady, in her thirties, around 5 foot 4 with auburn hair?” she said

Suzi’s eyes went wide in shock.

“Ok, right, we should be around 5 minutes. Goodbye” she said before putting the phone down and turning her head to Suzi.

“You are in for a horrible few hours” she said to Suzi with a smile.

“No, please, don’t” Suzi whimpered.

“A deal is a deal, breaking it, is against the law” she smiled. “Officer Vickers, why don’t you make her a little more comfy”.

The female officer smiled as she slipped off Suzi’s size 4 trainers, baring her soles.

“NO, Please, PleEEEHEHEHEHESSEEEEHEHEHEHE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA” Suzi screamed as the female office scribbled her nails across Suzi’s bound soles.

“Ooo, you’re a ticklish one. You’re in for a treat tonight with Jane and her friends” the female officer laughed. “Coochie, coochie, coo”.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STTAHAHAHAHAHAPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Suzi laughed as she wriggled around on the back seat of the car, her feet swaying from side to side, unable to escape.

The officer had her arm over the top of Suzi’s bound ankles whilst her left hand danced across her soles and toes. Suzi cackled with laughter the whole way back to Jane’s house.

The door swung open as the security guard stared at Suzi, still laughing as the female officer tickled her feet.

“Come on, time for you to face Jane” she chuckled.

Suzi sat there panting, trying to regain her breath as the female officer untied her feet from the centre console. Still handcuffed, Suzi was dragged out from the car by the security guard. The officer passed her Suzi’s car keys and she lifted her onto her shoulder and carried her inside.

“What about her trainers?” the female officer called out.

“Keep them, she won’t be needing them where she is going” the security officer chuckled as her took Suzi inside the house to be greeted by Jane.

“Try to escape, did we?” Jane questioned.

Suzi remained silent, scowling at Jane.

“Well, I have a special treat for you both tonight” she mocked as she let the security guard take her through the back entrance to the ballroom and up onto the stage.

Suzi gasped when she saw her naked girlfriend tied on top of the stool, waiting there, ready to be tickled. As she was taken to the side of her she noticed her blindfold and headphones. Maddie turned her head to the side, knowing that Suzi was back, she could smell her perfume. Jane walked through the curtains and up onto the stage, glaring at Suzi.

“I was going to save my new tool for another time, in private. But, because of your attempt to escape, I am going to unveil it to our guests tonight” Jane said with a menacing look on her face.

“W-W-What is it?” Suzi asked, worried.

“You will find out soon enough” Jane responded with a smirk. “Now, uncuff her, strip her and tie her to that table” Jane instructed.

A dozen waitresses surrounded her, ensuring she couldn’t get away. Within seconds, she was stripped naked, a shiver ran up her spine as she was laid down on the cold, padded table, her arms tied tightly above her head, straps pinning her hips and thighs to the table and her feet placed in the stocks. Each individual tiny toe was tied back to the stocks, Suzi wriggled her toes, noticing she had a little bit of give in the toe ties, enabling her to pull her toes about a centimetre away from the stocks but not enough to scrunch her toes.

Suzi turned her head back towards her girlfriend, watching Jane approach her from the rear, she knelt down behind her before running a single nail down one of her soles, slowly. Maddie arched her back and tilted her head back as the shockwave ran up her spine. Jane slowly stood back to her feet, glanced at Suzi.

“Are you ready?” she asked with a mischievous smile.

“Fuck you!” Suzi snapped back, shaking her head with anger.

The curtains in front of the stage began to open, revealing the 12 guests and Carol, all stood in awe of the naked, bound couple.

“I have a special treat for you all tonight” Jane started. “My tickle team have been working on a new restraint device that is guaranteed to inflict the most ticklish of tortures upon a pair of tickle slaves”.

The crowd looked on excitedly as Jane walked over to the side of the stage, pointing a remote at a large TV screen. The screen slowly lit up, showing 2 counters on it, both set at zero. She walked back to Maddie, standing in front of her naked body, balancing on the stool.

“This new device will allow the slave the chance to determine their own fate” she started speaking again. “Above this fine, muscular female is a sensor attached to the rope. she has around an inch of slack in the rope, if she tries to lower her arms to protect herself, the counter will start, determining how long her next punishment time will be. Let me demonstrate”.

Jane turned to Maddie and scribbled her nails quickly across her tensed stomach.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Maddie cried out with laughter as she thrashed around against the cuffs, pinning her wrists up in the air, each tug to try and lower her arms increased the counter by 1.

Jane kept tickling her for a few more seconds as she bounced around, from left to right, unable to escape. She stopped and turned back to the crowd.

“As you can see, she set the sensor off 7 times during those few seconds” she said, pointing at the screen. “That number will equate to the number of seconds of torture she will face in the second part of tonight. And the best thing about it is, she doesn’t know, she has been fitted with a blindfold and noise cancelling headphones”.

The crowd gasped, then applauded.

Jane turned to Suzi.

“Now this one is slightly different” she started, slowly walking towards Suzi.

“This little lady, has the sensors fitted into the stocks. Her toes are tied back individually, with a little give in the cords, of course”

Suzi’s face was frozen in fear.

“Normally, I would have set the sensor to monitor foot movement, one pull of the foot would equate to one second” she said confidently before looking at Suzi, then her bound feet. “But, as this one tried to get away earlier, the setting has been changed to monitor movement of each individual toe. If she tries to pull her foot down to scrunch up her toes, it will add 5 seconds to her counter”.

Jane crouched down to the side of Suzi’s right foot, Suzi threw her head back and closed her eyes, trying to compose herself. Jane lightly and slowly ran her fingernails down Suzi’s tiny foot. Suzi clenched her jaw and struggled to keep her toes still as the pressure being applied grew stronger. The ticklish sensations ran up and down her body as she struggled on, still keeping her foot still, a few giggles escaping her lips.

Jane’s nails dug in deeper into her arch as her big toe started to twitch, before Jane scribbled hard and fast, up and down her small, stretched arch.

“NNOOO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA” Suzi cried out as her foot started to twitch faster and faster.

“Look at that counter go” Jane mocked to the guests as she continued to tickle. Finally stopping, Jane turned to the screen. “23 movements already, those ticklish toes are not going to fair well”.

The guests applauded and laughed as Suzi just shook her head in disbelief, trying and failing to think of a tactic to keep her feet still.

“Guests, please take your first tool off the table and climb onto the stage. I need 6 of you on each of our slaves” Mistress Jane explained.

“S-S-S-SIX?” Suzi said in disbelief.

Jane just smiled as the guests picked up a stiff turkey feather each off the table and climbed onto the stage. Six guests surrounded Maddie and six surrounded Suzi, all waving their feathers menacingly.

“These are your teams, whichever team has the highest counter rating at the end of the 5 minutes goes through, the losing team are eliminated. Please avoid the vagina and buttocks, we don’t want any accidents just yet” Jane commanded. “Myself and Carol will ensure no foul play”.

Jane reset the counters back to zero.

“Your 5 minutes starts now!” Jane called out as the groups moved their feathers into position.

Maddie instantly started to struggle as she had a wriggling feather on each armpit, each side and each foot. Completely unaware of the sensor controlled counter, she started to thrash from side to side, giggling uncontrollably as the feathers stroked across her sensitive skin.

Suzi’s counter was slowly moving upwards as she tried her best to keep her feet still. A feather stroking each sole, one on her legs, one on her trembling stomach and one in each armpit. A few giggles escaping her clenched mouth as her head shook from side to side. She glanced quickly at the counter, Maddie was on 74 and she was on 17. Determined she struggled on, that was until one of the feathers on her feet brushed under her tiny toes.

“Hehehehehe noott thherrehehehehehehehe” she giggled out as she lost control of her focus, her feet bouncing around as both feathers on her feet worked her super sensitive toes.

The other group took notice of this and ran their feathers up from Maddie’s large arches, into her toes.

“Nooo hahahahaha stahahahapp hahahahahaha” she laughed as her arms flailed around.

Both counters started moving up rapidly as both groups increased the speed of the feathers. One of the guests working over Suzi’s armpits changed tactic and started twilling their feather tip around on Suzi’s nipples.

“EEEEEKKKK AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA” she squealed as she bounced around on the table, her breasts shaking from side to side.

The minutes finally ran out with Jane stopping the proceedings, checking the TV screen.

“The girls sensor clocked 326 whilst the winners, with 549 was the Amazons” she proclaimed.

“Not fair, ours must be broken” one of the guests near Suzi said in disappointment before dragging their fingernails over Suzi’s stomach.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAAPPP AHAHAHAHAHAA” Suzi screamed out, bouncing around frantically on the table.

“Maybe not” the guest laughed upon seeing the counter now on 347.

“That will do” Jane called out. “Those who tickled the girl slave, please leave the stage. The ones on the left side of the Amazon, please move over to the female slave for round 2”.

The guests divided up equally, 1 person at each of their feet and one on each side of their bodies.

“You have 10 minutes to get the counter as high as possible, using your fingers alone” Jane instructed.

The 3 guests around Maddie stayed put whilst the 3 around Suzi seemed to be having a discussion before switching places.

“What’s with the change of formation?” Jane asked puzzled.

“I have the shortest nails” the female guest stood by Suzi’s hips said confidently. “ The other two have much longer nails, therefore our best chance is to use those on her feet and armpits”.

Jane nodded in approval before commanding the start to the timer.

Instantly the 6 guests went to work on the slaves, digging their nails into their skin. Suzi exploded in laughter.

“AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA NOOTTT FAIIRRRR AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA” she screamed as fingers dug into her armpits, sides and feet.

Maddie swung from side to side, pulling on her bound wrists as she cackled with laughter. The guests on either side of her targeted her ribs and sides, pinching and prodding whilst the one knelt at her feet scattered their nails up and down her big, soft soles over and over.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAAHAAPPP AHAHAHAHA” she cried out, unable to escape their wriggling fingers.

Suzi’s feet twitched as much as they could to escape the long, pointy nails dancing over them as she screamed with uncontrollable laughter.

Minute after minute passed with the couple laughing louder and louder, not being able to regain their breath. Finally, to their relief, Jane halted the proceedings. Both, panting deeply as they regained their breath.

“That was a close one, the Amazonian slave’s counter finished on 3892 whilst the female slave’s counter finished on 4016” she proclaimed.

The rest of the guests clapped.

“You three will battle it out later for find the overall winner” she said. “We will have a brief recess, just to let these two recompose themselves. Then the main event will begin”.

Waitresses came onto the stage with water, allowing Maddie and Suzi to cool their aching throats. They both remained silent, still breathing heavily.

Both Jane and Carol walked to the corner of the stage, wheeling across something covered by a black sheet. They placed it just in front of Suzi’s feet, before turning back to the guests. “For the final, we have a special task” Carol started talking before handing over to Jane.

“You will each have 5 minutes to tickle our female slave, the winner will be the person who gets the counter up the highest, but there is a twist” Jane smiled before pulling the sheet off the invention in front of Suzi’s feet.

“What the fuck is that!” Suzi gasped, staring at a giant wheel, covered in bristles.

“Well, it seems like she is keen” Carol joked.

“Each time the female slave pulls her hands down, the sensor will communicate to this wheel, spinning it once” Jane started talking gleefully. “Your job is to get the wheel spinning as quickly as possible, tickling these tiny, ticklish feet. Each movement of her toes will be recorded on the counter, highest number wins”.

“No, please” Suzi begged as the wheel was positioned, bristles touching her skin. “Don’t, It tickles already”.

“What a wimp” Carol scolded before turning back to the guests. “During the break, we drew straws, Jane is up first, followed by Melissa and finally Eva. Jane, would you take the stage first”.

Jane walked up to the stage, climbing up. she cracked her knuckles before walking towards Maddie.

“Your time will start when you first make contact” Jane instructed as Jane walked menacingly around Maddie, plotting her move.

Jane stood in front of Maddie’s naked, exhausted body before striking her fingers down in her sweaty pits.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Maddie laughed loudly as she instantly thrashed around.

“NO, NO, NOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Suzi burst out in laughter as the wheel began to spin quickly. The bristles covering her soles and toes dragged across them as the wheel turned.

Jane stepped up her game upon hearing Suzi’s reaction by digging her fingers deeper into Maddie’s armpits.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAPPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Maddie cried out as Jane fingers glided and prodded around inside her sweaty armpits, her hands thrashing around trying to pull them down to cover.

Jane turned back to Suzi as she continued her torture to see her head bouncing around on the table as the wheel span over her feet. she watched on as she lowered her hands down Maddie’s sides, prodding and poking her ribs and sides.

“HAHAHAHAHA NAAAAAAT THERE AHAHAHAHAHAHA” Maddie cackled as her body swung from left to right in ticklish agony.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHHAA STAHAHAHAPP, STAHAHAHAHAHAP AHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHA” Suzi laughed as the wheel span quickly on her feet. The bristles gliding across her bound toes and arches.

“TIME!” Jane called out as Jane withdrew her hands from Maddie. A few more giggles came from Suzi as the wheel slowly stopped. Jane looked up at the counter, 1682 displayed on the screen. Satisfied, she walked off the stage as Melissa replaced her. The stunning 46 year old starred at Suzi with a wicked smile before focusing her attention on Maddie, still completely oblivious to what was happening.

Melissa took a stool from the side of the stage and placed it behind Maddie, before taking a seat at her feet. Carol reset the counter back to zero as Suzi watched on nervously. Melissa wasted no time and dug her nails straight into Maddie’s large arches.

“AAAAAAAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAATTT MYY FEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEETTT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Maddie screamed as Melissa nails danced across her bound soles, her arms instantly thrashing around.

“NNOOOOOO HOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA” Suzi called out as the wheel span quickly with each movement Maddie made.

Maddie was bouncing around on the stool, screaming with laughter as Melissa fingernails scraped up and down her large arches, her toes twitching with every movement but the cord pinning her big toes together and back prevented any scrunching of her feet. Melissa focused her gaze across to Suzi, her head shaking from left to right, tears streaming down her face as she screamed out in laughter. Melissa glided her nails down from her heels, over her arches and into her toes, scratching them with her long nails.

“AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHA” Maddie cried out as she thrashed around as much as she could, unable to stop the fingernails from digging into her toes.

Melissa watched Suzi’s reaction change as her back arched and slammed back down on the table over and over as the wheel spun quicker than ever. Thousands of bristles scrubbing across her feet.

“AAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAPP TICKLINGGG HERRRRRR AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she begged.

This only encouraged Melissa to dig deeper and in between her toes as both slaves bounced and wriggled around, as much as their bonds would let them, cackling loudly with forced laughter.

“TIME!” Carol called out as Melissa gave Maddie a couple of final strokes of her nails before standing up.

“OUR NEW LEADER!” Jane exclaimed as the counter displayed 2098.

Melissa strutted across the stage before walking off. Eva walked slowly onto the stage. Suzi could see her doing something with her hands through her blurry, tear covered vision. As her eyes dried slightly and her vision became more focused, she could see the nail file in her hands, giving herself a quick manicure. Eva walked over to Suzi and stroked her nails up her sides as Suzi shrieked with ticklishness. Eva held her hands up to Suzi to show her extremely pointy nails.

“NO, NO, NO” Suzi begged, shaking her head upon seeing the long, pointed nails.

Eva turned back to Maddie, walking over to her almost limp body. She raised her hands up to her pits before lightly gliding her nails in between her hair. Maddie, arched her back and began giggling, occasionally pulling on the wrist ties, starting the wheel spinning over Suzi’s soles. Eva slowly dragged her nails down her ribs and sides as Maddie twitched, spinning the wheel quicker.

Suzi started to giggle as the bristles stroked her feet faster. Eva’s nails glided down Maddie’s sides to her hips, Maddie jerked quickly and let out a squeal. A devilish grin appeared on Eva’s face as she sunk her nails into Maddie’s hips.

“AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed out uncontrollably, thrashing more than ever before.

“EEEEK AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHA” Suzi called out as the wheel spun quicker than ever before. The bristles began scrubbing her sensitive feet.

Maddie thrashed around, unable to escape. her juicing pussy sprinkled juices as her hips swung from side to side.

“AHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP TICKLING her AHAHAHAHAHAHA” Suzi called out. “AHAHAHA PPPLLEAAHAHAHAHEEESEEEE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

Maddie’s body bounced around as her cackles filled the room, drowning out Suzi’s laughter as the minutes passed. Eva’s nails danced all over Maddie’s hips and groins as the two slaves laughed louder and louder, the counter flying up at an alarming rate.

“AHAHAHAHAA MAAHAHAAAKKKEE IT STAAHAHAHAHAHAHAP AHAHAHAHAHAHAA” Suzi wailed out. Her head shaking from side to side.

“TIME!” Carol called out. The guests applauded Eva’s efforts upon seeing the counter settled on 2487. “OUR WINNER, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN” Carol called out as Eva stood up, leaving Maddie’s exhausted, sweaty body.

Both Maddie and Suzi were exhausted, both heavily breathing and panting.

Jane spoke to the audience again. “For the main event, the timings for each slave have been calculated from the first two tickle events. The ticklish lady racked up 4,441 movements, earning herself 74 minutes of torture time. As for this poor, ticklish girly. Her count is 4342, meaning 72 minutes, that was a close one, they are both as ticklish as each other”.

Jane left the stage and let them both breathe for a few minutes as she mingled with the delighted guests. One of the waitresses entered the stage, giving Maddie and Suzi a much needed drink of water before strapping something to Suzi’s upper leg.

“H-HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Suzi panted out, looking down her bound body at the magic wand vibrator being positioned onto her pussy.

The waitress shrugged her shoulders as she strapped it into position against Suzi’s left thigh. Suzi gulped nervously as she watched the waitress walk over to Maddie, holding a belt with a fist sized attachment. The waitress strapped it around her stomach before pulling out a feather, stroking it along Maddie’s wet entrance.

“Hehehehehe, don’t hehehehehe, that tickles ahahahahahaha” Maddie giggled as the waitress tickled her pussy with the feather, slowly making it wet. “No please, not that” Maddie protested as the fist-sized attachment was placed over his, now wet, pussy.

“It looks like we are set up for the main event” Jane spoke to her guests. “What a treat we have for you all”.

She climbed on the stage before wheeling another spinning wheel behind Maddie, locking it in at her feet.

“For the next 70 odd minutes, these two slaves will take it in turn to have their ticklish feet tickled. Every time she moves her toes, the device fitted to her pussy will jerk. Every time she moves her hands, the vibrator on her pussy will turn on for 5 seconds” Jane grinned as Suzi looked on nervously, staring at Maddie’s blindfolded face.

“Both the vibrator and the pussy attachment are fitted with sensors. Once it senses a change in the moisture levels, it will stop. This will start the wheel spinning at their feet and pass the sex toy responsibilities over to the other slave, constantly leaving them in a place of sexually frustrated limbo. Only I have the override button”.

This brought laughter from the guests.

“YOU FUCKING EVIL BITCH” Suzi snapped.

“Ha ha” Jane laughed. “Looks like this one wants to be tickled first”.

Before Suzi could start protesting again, the wheel at her feet began to spin slowly.

“Hey hehehehe, stop it hehehehe” she giggled out, trying to keep her feet still.

The wheel began to speed up.

“Hahahahaa stahahap ahahahaha” she called out again, still managing to prevent the attachment from jerking her girlfriend off.

The speed setting increased again, Suzi could not hold on.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAP AHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed out. Her toes twitching and trying to scrunch up. She glanced across at Maddie.

“NO, PLEASE” Maddie called out as the attachment started to vibrate and slowly jerk back and forth.

“AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAAHAP TICKLING HAHAHAHAHAHA MY FEEHEHEHEHEHEEEETTTT AHAHAHAHAHAHAA” Suzi wailed out with laughter as she lost control, thrashing around.

Maddie bit down on her bottom lip and she shook her head from side to side, becoming more aroused.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA MAAAHAHAHAAAKKKEEE ITTT STAHAHAHAHAHAAAPP AHAHAHAHAHAHA” Suzi cried out in protest as her ticklish feet were scrubbed by the bristles.

Maddie felt a warm feeling run down her body to her pussy but before it hit, the attachment stopped, producing a beeping noise. she heard a whirring noise behind her.

“NO, NO, NOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she called out as the wheel began to spin quickly on her bound soles, she started thrashing around on the stool, pulling against her wrist ties, starting the vibrator up on Suzi’s pussy.

“No, please, don’t, please” Suzi protested as the vibrations became stronger.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAPP AHAHAHAHAHA” Maddie cried out as the disc gained more speed.

“Stop tickling herrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr” Suzi moaned out as the vibrations made her arch her back in satisfaction.

Her pleasure was interrupted by the beeping noise as the vibrations stopped. Her eyes opened widely as a ticklish shockwave shot up her spine.

“NOOOOOHOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she cried out as the wheel span quickly again.

“Not again” Maddie pleaded, shaking her head as the attachment began making her wet.

“AHAHAHAHAA STAHAHAHAHAHAPP I-I-I can’t take ITTTT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Suzi cried out as the bristles dug into her bound toes, sending them wriggling and twitching, trying to escape.

The beeping started again quickly as the wheel stopped on Suzi’s feet.

“No, no, no mmmmmmmmmmm” Suzi called out, biting down on her bottom lip through pleasure.

“AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP” Maddie called out in laughter again as her wheel spun quickly, scrubbing her large, sensitive soles.

The tickle, pleasure cycle went on, over and over again as both slaves became sexually frustrated at being edged.

“Just let mee cummmm” Suzi begged upon feeling the vibrations stop again. “Please, just let mehehehehehehe CUMMM AHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHA” she screamed out as the wheel started up.

“SHALL WE LET THEM?” Jane asked the guests as they all cheered.

“AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA PLEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHESSEEE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA” Suzi begged and laughed.

Maddie grunted and moaned as the warm feeling returned to her wet entrance again before the beeping started. Jane pressed down on the override button as the vibrations started on Suzi’s clit. Maddie started to jerk violently as her moans got louder, the warm feeling hit the clit of her pussy as she shot her load out in front of her, onto the stage to the amusement of the guests.

“Mmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmMMMMMMMMMMMMM” Suzi called out as she arched her back, hitting her climax before slamming her back down on the table as the guests clapped.

Both Maddie and Suzi breathed heavily, panting as Jane walked up onto the stage, unclipping the wheels from both of their feet. Suzi breathed a sigh of relief as the bristles moved away from her feet.

Jane walked up to her face and whispered in her ear.

“If you think you were ticklish before, you’re in for a shock after cumming”.

“W-W-What do you mean, we are done” Suzi panted out with confusion.

Jane scribbled her nails down Suzi’s side.

“OH FUCK AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Suzi instantly called out upon realising how sensitive her skin was now.

“GUESTS, THERE IS STILL 30 MINUTES LEFT ON THEIR CLOCKS. GO NUTS” Jane called out, giving Suzi a smile.

“NO, NO, NO PLEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHESSEEEHEHE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAA” Suzi called out as the guests surrounded both her and Maddie, tickling every part of them.

Both of them thrashed around, screaming with laughter as their even more sensitive bodies were mercilessly tickle tortured again.

After 10 or so minutes of complete tickle torture, Maddie’s laughter turned silent as she passed out, her head drooped down in front of her.

“THERE’S ONE DOWN” Carol joked as all of the other guests made their way over to Suzi, completely surrounding her before digging their nails into her skin.

She screamed out, louder than ever as she had two people at her tiny feet, one tickling her arches and one tickling her toes on either foot. Two tickling her knees, two tickling her thighs and hips, two tickling her sides and ribs, two at her armpits, one tickling her breasts and one tickling her stomach.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAPP AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed as 120 wriggling fingers tickled her entire body. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA IIIMMMMM AHAHAHAHA GOING AHAHAHAHA TOOOHOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAAHA PEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEEHE AHAHAHAHAHAHAA” she laughed as the guests dug deeper.

A wet patch appeared on the leather as the guests tickled the last bit of urine out of her before everything went dark for Suzi and she passed out.

Suzi slowly awoke, as her eyes focused she saw Maddie sat in the corner of the room, still naked. She looked down at her naked, still tingling body before the door opened to the room. Mistress Jane and Carol entered.

“Worth the £15000?” Jane asked Suzi with a grin.

“Fuck off” Suzi replied, shaking her head.

Jane scoffed before throwing their clothes at them.

“See you on Monday Maddie, the security guard will take you to your car” Carol laughed as they left the room.

Maddie and Suzi got dressed in silence before exiting the house, the cold, wet floor sent a shiver up Suzi’s spine as her bare feet walked across it to the car waiting for them. None of them spoke a word until they got into the safety of their own car.

“I cant take it Maddie” Suzi said softly.

“At least you are done now, I still have 2 months before I can leave that job” Maddie replied sternly.

“What if I helped you get out of the contract?” Suzi said with an evil smile.

“What have you got in mind?” Maddie asked.

The Revenge

Maddie returned home late again after being tickled mercilessly for 2 hours after work by her bosses. It was now mid-January, both Suzi and Maddie had been working hard on their revenge plot to free Maddie from her tickle slave contract, but it was taking its toll on Maddie.

“I can’t take this anymore Suzi” Maddie sobbed. “I swear I’m getting more ticklish each time”.

“What did they do to you tonight?” Suzi asked sympathetically.

“The usual” Maddie responded. “Tied me to the table and tickled the shit out of me”.

“Maddie, be more specific” Suzi snapped. “We need details if we are going to make this work”.

“Fine” Maddie muttered back before recalling the experience. “They used the drills again on my feet, with different attachments this time. The final one nearly killed me, the bristles were quite stiff but I was blindfolded so I could see”.

Suzi thought for a minute and then disappeared out of the room, returning with the wooden garden broom.

“Like this?” she said gleefully, holding out the broom head towards Maddie.

Maddie felt the bristles on the brush.

“That’s it” she said, finally sounding a little more cheery.

“Come on then, lets fit it to the chair and see” Suzi said quickly, ushering Maddie to the garage.

The two pulled the large sheet off their invention, staring at it.

A large, vertical beam with a set of cuffs on either side, a weightlifting bench connected on either side, facing away from each other so that the captives would be back to back with a set of homemade stocks at either end of the benches.

“Maddie, can you drill through the brush head and screw it to the attachment for the stocks whilst I set up the other attachments, then we will give it a test run” Suzi said with a determined look on her face.

She turned away and began to work on the device, clamping a fixture to the beam, around half way up and another near the bottom, around a foot up off the weightlifting bench. Next she attached a toilet brush on each side of the higher up fixture, with the bristles pointing back towards the beam. Finally she attached two medium stiffness brush heads to the lower fixture, once again making sure the bristles pointed back towards the beam.

Maddie attached the garden brush head to the fixture extending out from the stocks before they both took a step back and pulled the power cord in to the socket.

“Ready?” Suzi asked.

Maddie nodded as Suzi flicked the switch, powering their invention. All the brush heads began to spin at the same time as the couple watched with glee.

“Right, Maddie, jump on and trial it” Suzi said with a smile.

“FUCK OFF” Maddie snapped. “You do it, I have been tickled constantly by those bitches. You do it”.

“It can’t be that bad” Suzi said rolling her eyes. “Fine, I will do it if you’re going to be a baby”.

She turned it off before taking a seat on the bench, lifting her arms up so that Maddie could remove her t-shirt and then cuff her wrists. She secured her to the beam with a belt around her stomach before opening the stocks. Carefully she lowered each foot in before closing it shut, trapping her tiny feet and removing her trainers.

“Hey, don’t take off my socks” Suzi said hesitantly, trying to scrunch her toes to hold onto her socks.

“You need to experience it properly, just to be certain” Maddie said, yanking off both socks to reveal her soft, size 4 soles.

“Only for a few seconds though” Suzi said acceptingly. “Hang on, no, not the toe ties” Suzi protested as Maddie started to tie her toes individually back to the stocks.

“Suzi, don’t be a wimp” Maddie said with a smile whilst continuing to tie her toes back.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Suzi said with a laugh.

“I have to admit, watching you squirm in the office, really turned me on. It’s just a shame I couldn/t see or hear you on New Year’s Eve” Maddie responded, blushing.

“Well, this is your only time” Suzi snapped back as Maddie finished securing her toes before applying a belt over her knees, pinning her legs to the weightlifting bench.

“Hurry up Maddie, its freezing in here” Suzi protested as Maddie moved the brush head at her feet into position, making sure that the bristles would cover her feet entirely when it span. Suzi let out a little giggle as the bristles lightly tickled her.

Maddie walked behind her, kneeing on the bench behind and manoeuvring the toilet brushes into place, just touching her armpits. Finally, adjusting the medium bristled brush heads to cover her sides and ribs.

“Ready?” Maddie asked with an evil grin whilst walking to the switch.

“You better stop when I say so” Suzi snapped back nervously.

“We need to test the strength of it” Maddie said with a smile. “They are strong ladies”.

“FUCK OFF MADDIE” Suzi said with anger, “10 seconds max”.

Maddie smiled before flicking the switch. The different brushes began to spin slowly.

“EEEEKKKK Hhehehehehehe” Suzi started to giggle as their invention lightly tickled her armpits, sides and feet before picking up speed.

“AHAHAHAHA MAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHADDDIIIIE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Suzi threw her head back against the beam behind her and started to laugh.

Maddie watched on as her auburn hair fiancé laughed uncontrollably.

“AHAHAHAHAHA MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAADDDDIIIIEEEE AHAHAHAHAHAHA TUURRNNN AHAHAHAHAHAAHA ITTT AHAHAHAHAHAHA OFFFF AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear what you were saying through the laughter” Maddie joked, watching the different brush heads spin across Suzi’s sensitive skin.

Suzi couldn’t get her words out, instead she just laughed uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face as she shook her head from side to side, desperately trying to free her body, to no avail.

“Does it tickle?” Maddie joked.

“AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA YEEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHHHHH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Suzi screamed out.

Finally, after another minute or so, Maddie turned the switch off. Suzi scowled at her, heavily breathing.

“At least it worked” Maddie said shrugging her shoulders.

“GET, ME, OUTTTTTT” Suzi snapped back in anger.

Maddie quickly untied her from the structure before she got too angry with her.

Suzi put her top and socks back on before sliding her feet back into her trainers and standing up. She took one final deep breath to make sure that she remained calm before re-engaging with Maddie about their plans.

“Right, when you are at work tomorrow, I will go out and get another few toilet brushes, medium brush heads and a stiff garden brush” she spoke. “When you come home, you can fit them to the other side of the structure. Then we can test it before setting the trap”.

She looked at Maddie’s grinning face sternly. “And NO, I’m not testing it again”.

“Are you sure?” Maddie joked moving her hand in to prod Suzi’s side.

“FUCK YOU!” Suzi scolded whilst swotting her hand away.

The next day, Maddie arrived home from work earlier than normal.

“You’re home early” Suzi said with surprise, greeting her as she entered the living room.

“For some reason, Carol and Jane were in a good mood” she said, shrugging her shoulders.

The two got to work in the garage finishing the other side of their torturous invention. Once the last brush was in place, they stood back and flicked the switch. To their delight, all the brushes span in sequence with each other. Suzi kissed Maddie in excitement before they turned the switch off.

“How shall we lure them here?” Suzi asked, pondering.

“I have already laid out the ground work for that” Maddie said excitedly. “I told them that we would like to discuss the terms of our tickle slave agreement, but we want to do it here, on our property, as Jane’s house makes you nervous”.

“Well done” Suzi said with glee. “What did they say?”

“We said yes” a voice said from the doorway.

Both Maddie and Suzi quickly turned to see Jane and Carol stood in the doorway, placing gas masks over their faces before cracking open a cannister and throwing it to Suzi’s feet. The smoke quickly started filling the room as Jane closed the door and locked it behind them.

Both Maddie and Suzi ran to the door and tried to open it before banging on it to try to escape. Jane listened closely before hearing 2 thuds. She slowly opened the door, allowing some of the smoke to clear before seeing Maddie and Suzi, unconscious on the floor.

Carol followed Jane into the garage before they opened the back door to the garden and waited for the smoke to clear. After 5 minutes, the visibility in the garage was back to normal and they removed their gas masks. Looking up at the structure in the middle of the room, they grinned evilly at each other before picking Maddie up off the floor and sitting her down on the weightlifting bench. They removed all of her clothing before strapping her in. Next they repeated the process for Suzi.

Within half an hour of their arrival, both Jane and Carol had reversed the plot against them and now had their victims tied up on their own invention. They spent the next few minutes altering the position of the brush heads for maximum impact before taking out some smelling salts from their pockets and holding them under Maddie and Suzi noses.

They both awoke slowly and took a few seconds to become aware of their surroundings.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Suzi shouted out, realising that their plan had back fired.

Carol stood over her, stroking her cheek with a stiff turkey feather seductively. “You didn’t think that you could get one over on us did you?” she said softly.

“H-H-How did you get into here?” Maddie asked nervously, pulling at her own restraints.

“Oh Maddie, poor slave Maddie” Jane spoke. “I had your housekey copied, as soon as you left them unguarded in the office. For this exact reason”.

“But how did you know?” Maddie blurted out, still trying to figure out what was going on.

Jane pointed to the top shelf in the corner of the room. “Carol, move that rag will you” she said patronisingly.

Carol walked over and moved the rag off the top shelf, unveiling a camera. Maddie’s eyes went wide with shock.

“A week or so ago, I noticed that you had some saw dust on your trouser leg when you came to work” Jane started to reveal her suspicions. “Carol followed Suzi around for a few days when she was absent from work on ‘business’. She had quite the shopping list. Baby oil and lotions, hairbrushes, toothbrushes, sweeping brushes. Then Carol saw her leaving the hardware store with a lot of wood. We put two and two together, hence why we bugged your garage and fitted trackers to your cars”.

“That’s against the law” Suzi snapped.

“Oh honey, I’m above the law” Jane laughed. “Do you not remember your encounter with the police officers on New Year’s Eve?”

Carol joined Jane at the side of the room next to the switch.

“So, what did you want to discuss with us?” Carol said with a smile.

The blood drained out of both Suzi and Maddie’s faces as they lowered their heads with shame.

“Not feeling so confident?” Jane mocked as she moved her hand closer to the switch. “This is a lovely device you have here. Was your plan to strap me and Carol into it?”

Both of the bound pair remained tight lipped.

“Hmm, I wonder what would happen if I flicked this switch?” Jane mocked again.

“NO, please, don’t” Suzi begged.

“Well then” Carol spoke. “What was your plan?”

Silence filled the room again.

“Very well” Jane said with an evil grin. “If you don’t want to talk, we should just leave”.

Jane flicked the switch. A whirring noise filled the room as the brush heads began to turn slowly.

“Hey, Hehehehehehe. Wait hehehehehehehe” Suzi started to giggle as the bristles began to revolve over her armpits, ribs and feet.

“You had your chance” Carol mocked as both her and Jane walked towards the door.

“Hahahahaha Nohohohohoho, Nohohohoho, Waittt AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Maddie started to laugh louder, pleading with the women as they left the room, closing the door behind them.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHATTTT. MAKEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHE ITTT STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Suzi laughed as the bristles reached their full speed.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA I CAAAAHAHAHAHAAAANNNTTT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Maddie laughed.

Both of the pair screamed with laughter as the brush heads span, their bristles spinning over the pairs sensitive skin. Both were thrashing around, heads rocking from side to side, but they could not escape their well-built tickle trap.

Minute upon minute of ticklish torture passed as tears streamed down their faces. Stiff bristles raking across their soles and bound toes as the garden brush head span. Bristles dancing over their sides and ribs from either side and stiff bristles spinning in each sensitive armpit.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAATTT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Suzi pleaded out in laughter.

Finally, the door swung open. Both Carol and Jane re-entered the room in their leather clad outfits.

“Care to share now?” Jane asked.

“AHAHAHAHAHAAHA JUUSSTTT AHAHAHAHA TUURRNN AHAHAHAHAHA ITT OFFF AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Suzi cried out.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA IMMM SOORRRYYYYYYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Maddie laughed, pleading with her bosses.

Carol flicked the switch off as the brush heads began to slow down before stopping.

“Now, what did you want to speak about?” Jane asked sternly.

“I-I-I want out of my contract” Maddie panted out.

“Umm, NO” Jane snapped back, walking over to Maddie. “You are my tickle slave, I pay you to work and be tickled. That is that”.

“You cant just say no” Suzi piped up.

“Aww, I just did honey” Jane said to Suzi, stroking her cheek.

“But you caAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANNTTT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Suzi squealed as Carol flicked the switch again, sending the brushes spinning.

“AHAHAHAHAHAA STAHAHAHAHAPPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, LEEEHEHEHEEETTSSS TALLLKK AHAHAHAHAHAHA” Maddie tried being reasonable.

“Talking time is over, laughing time is now” Jane mocked as she returned back to the side of the room.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA T-T-TURN ITT OFFFF AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Suzi screamed as her feet, sides and armpits were tortured again.

Carol and Jane watched their captives squirm and laugh for a few more minutes before turning the switch off again. Carol walked over to Maddie’s feet whilst Jane walked over to Suzi’s, they pulled the brushes away from their pink, tormented soles before collecting the bottles of baby oil that Suzi bought.

“No, No, Please, not that” Maddie begged as the women started to rub their bound feet with the oil.

“What’s wrong? SLAVE!” Carol scolded.

“I’m too ticklish already, that will kill me” Maddie said in a panicked state.

“Well you should have thought of that before you decided to plot against us!” Carol snapped back before moving an electric heater close to her feet.

Jane finished up her on Suzi’s feet before placing a heater in front of her stocked feet. She turned to Carol with an evil grin. “Hey Carol, why don’t we give these two another chance to laugh whilst their feet warm up”.

Carol smiled before flicking the switch again.

“NOOOOHOHOHOHOHOO AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA STTAAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHA” Suzi screamed as her sides and armpits were tormented again.

“Who would of known a toilet brush had another use” Carol laughed to Jane.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA PLLEEEHEHEHEHEEEESSEEE AHAHAHAHA STAAHAHAHAHAAAPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHA” Maddie begged as the brushes continued to spin.

The two laughed and begged over and over again as the bristles tortured their upper bodies, unable to escape. Their heads shaking from side to side, tears streaming down their pink faces with every laughterous cry.

Finally, after another 10 minutes, Jane turned the power off again.

“Now then slaves, since you two have tried to plot against us, I have a new deal for you” Jane spoke sternly.

Both Maddie and Suzi lifted up their drooped heads, staring defeatedly at Jane through their blurry eyes.

“Suzi will come and work for us” Jane said with a smile.

“A-A-Absolutely not” Suzi snapped back.

“I’m not finished yet” Jane smiled. “You will both work from the floor, under our desks. Your feet will remain in the stocks pointing out at our chairs, then we can tickle your beautiful feet whenever we want”.

“N-N-NOT A FUCKING CHANCE” Suzi responded angrily.

“Why don’t you take some time to think about it” Carol mocked as she turned off the heater by Suzi’s feet, pulling it away. “I bet these pink, soft soles could do with some attention”. She dragged a single nail down Suzi’s bound soles.

“EEEEKKK” Suzi shrieked upon feeling the super ticklish sensation.

Jane removed the heater from Maddie’s feet as she stared in disbelief at what had been said. They moved the brushes next to their feet before removing the upper body brushes.

“I bet this stiff brush will work wonders on oiled and heated feet” Jane mocked, walking back to the switch.

“No, don’t, pleeeEEEEHEHEHEHEESSEE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA” Maddie begged as the switch was turned on again, sending the brushes spinning on their feet.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Suzi screamed as the brushes scrubbed her sensitive soles and toes.

“Why don’t we leave these two to think it over” Jane said to Carol.

“Or laugh it over” Carol mocked as they walked towards the door.

“AHAHAHAHA DOOHOHOHOOONTT AHAHAHAHAHAA LEEHEHEHEEEEAAAVVEEEE USSSSAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Suzi begged as she screamed with laughter.

The door closed behind them, leaving the pair alone, laughing as the large, stiff bristles span on their feet.

“AHAHAHAAHA MMAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAATTT AHAHAHAHAHAHA MYYY FEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEETTT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, MYYY FEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEETT AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA” Suzi screamed in laughter.

“AHAHAHAHAAHAA I KNOOOHOHOHOHOHOOOOWW AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA, I CAAAHAHAHAAANNTT STTOOOHOHOHOHOOHOOOP ITTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Maddie laughed back.

The pair laughed and laughed, struggling for breath as the bristles tormented their feet over and over again.

The door swung open as Jane and Carol entered with their arms above their heads.

“Lie down, NOW” a female voice shouted.

Neither Maddie or Suzi could see but they recognised the voice straight away as Suzi’s younger sister, Beth.

“BEEHEHEHEEEETTHH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, TURRNN ITT OFFFF AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA” Suzi cackled with laughter.

“Where is the switch?” Beth responded abruptly.

“AHAHAHAHAA THE WAAAHAHAHAAAALLL, THE WAAHAHAHAAAAAALLLLLL” Maddie laughed.

Beth flicked the switch, stopping the brushes.

“T-T-Thank You” Maddie panted out.

As their teary eyes began to focus, they could see the blonde haired Beth stood over Carol and Jane, gun pointed down at them.

“GET US OUT OF THIS” Suzi begged.

“I need some rope to tie these two up first” Beth responded.

“Top drawer” Maddie said back, exhausted.

They watched Beth go to the drawer and pull out some lengths of nylon rope before returning to Jane and Carol, binding their wrists behind their backs.

“I knew girl scouts would come in handy” Beth joked before freeing Maddie from the structure.

She quickly put her clothes back on before walking towards Suzi.

“Wait a second Maddie” Beth said with a smile.

“WHAT, GET ME OUUTTTT” Suzi screamed.

Beth walked over to Suzi’s feet. “Remember how you used to tickle me when we were younger Suzi?” Beth said with a smile.

“BETH, DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE” Suzi snapped back. “BETH, BETH, BEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEETTHH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Suzi screamed as Beth began to dance her nails up and down Suzi’s trapped feet.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAAAAPPP AHAHAHHAHAHAHA” Suzi screamed.

“Come on Beth, you two can sort this out later” Maddie said sympathetically as Beth stopped tickling before freeing Suzi.

Suzi slowly stood up, her body tingling as she put her clothes back on. Beth held the gun over Carol as Suzi and Maddie stripped Jane down to her underwear and tied her to the structure, before they ushered Carol out of her clothes and into the stocks on the other side of Jane. Both Jane and Carol remained silent as they sat there, waiting.

“What the fuck is going on?” Beth asked.

“Long story” Suzi responded. “I will tell you about it later. As for now, we have some payback”.

Maddie tied Jane’s long, slender toes back to the stocks, the wrinkles vanishing off her size 6 soles as her feet were stretched out. Suzi did the same to Carol’s small, plump toes on her size 5’s.

“Not bad feet for a pair of women in their 50’s” Suzi joked.

“I’m 48” Carol snapped back.

“I don’t suppose they are ticklish?” Suzi joked, scattering her nails over Carol’s soles.

“Nope” Carol smiled.

“What about here?” Suzi said in a panic as she danced her nails over Carol’s sides and armpits.

Carol just shook her head with a grin.

“Maddie” Suzi puffed out.

“Do you really think, strong women like us are ticklish?” Jane scoffed as Maddie tried tickling her feet, producing no response. “So, what are you going to do now, SLAVE?”

Maddie smiled back, not fazed by their findings before heading over to the cupboard, returning with an unlabelled bottle.

“WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?” Jane said, wide eyed. “CAROL, I thought you borrowed it”.

“What is it?” Carol asked, facing the other direction. “I can’t see”.

“It’s your homemade concoction” Maddie said with a smile. “What did you say when you first tickled me, it’s guaranteed to make those unsensitive areas, extremely sensitive?”

“MADDIE, DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE” Carol called out. “Let’s talk”.

Suzi smiled. “Did you let us talk or did you let us laugh”.

Maddie poured some into her hands before rubbing it in to Jane’s feet, sides and armpits. Suzi grabbed the bottle and did the same to Carol. She scribbled her nails over Carol’s feet again, her nails slid over the oil soaked soles, producing a little giggle from Carol.

“MADDIE, IT’S NOT WORKING!” Suzi called out.

“You have to dry it” Maddie responded. “Get your hair dryers whilst I turn the heaters on for their feet”.

Suzi ran out of the room quickly whilst Beth helped Maddie with the heaters.

“Does this stuff work?” Beth asked.

“By the looks on their faces, Yes” Maddie laughed, staring at Jane’s pale face.

“I might have to borrow some then” Beth joked.

Maddie looked at her confused.

“Ronnie always tickles me when we are getting naughty in the bedroom, but she’s not very ticklish. This will be the perfect payback” Beth joked again.

Their conversation was interrupted by Suzi re-entering the garage, holding 2 hairdryers.

“Let’s get to work” she said excitedly.

She and Maddie plugged the hairdryers in before getting to work blowing the hot air over Carol and Jane’s sides, ribs and armpits as Beth watched, intrigued.

“OWW” Carol shouted, wincing at the heat. “ITS FUCKING HOT”.

“Don’t be a baby” Maddie laughed. “I know when to stop, you two have done it to me enough”.

A few more minutes passed of their bodies being heated before Maddie nodded to Suzi to stop. They both turned off the hairdryers and moved the heaters away from their bound feet.

“Look, let’s talk?” Jane tried to reason with Maddie.

Maddie glared back at her before dragging a single nail down her right arch. Jane winced, as a ticklish shiver went up her spine.

“Aww, what’s wrong?” Maddie mocked. “Don’t tell me a strong woman like yourself is now ticklish”.

Jane clenched her jaw shut as Maddie approached her face.

“You tormented me for months, we are going to tickle your little sidekick while you listen to her laugh and laugh. Then we are coming for you” Maddie said softly in her ear before walking over to Suzi and Beth.

The three whispered between them, glancing at Carol’s panicking face occasionally. Finally, they all turned towards her, smiling seductively.

“Tell me Carol, how long do you think you will last before you are begging for mercy?” Suzi asked with a grin.

“FUCK OFF” Carol scolded back.

“I was going to offer you the chance to limit your torture” Suzi replied before glancing at Maddie. “BUT, since you are being extremely rude, I will make it simple. We are going to tickle you with our fingers, the only way to stop the tickling is to ask us to tickle Jane instead”.

“But, there is another BUT” Maddie joked. “Your break will come at a cost. You will find out that cost later, depending on how good you are”.

Carol stayed tight lipped and gulped as Suzi sat down at her feet. Beth approached the right of her and Maddie approached the left of her.

“Ready?” Maddie whispered.

Both Maddie and Beth sunk their nails into either side of Carol, poking and prodding her ribs and sides.

“HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA YOUU BIITCCHEESSSS AHAHAHAHAHAHAA” Carol instantly laughed.

Then Suzi dug her nails into Carol’s soles.

“OHHH FUUUCCCKKKK AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STTTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Carol screamed in laughter.

“Aww, does it tickle?” Beth mocked.

“AHAHAHAHAHAAHA YEEHEHEHEHEHEEEEAAAAHHH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Carol screamed back as her head thrashed from side to side.

“What about these soft armpits?” Maddie joked before scattering her nails over her skin.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA SSTTTAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAPPPPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Carol laughed.

The three tortured Carol for minute after minute as her face went redder and redder.

“You know what you have to say” Maddie joked.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NEEVVVERRRR AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA” Carol laughed back.

“Hey Suzi, how ticklish are those toes?” Maddie said softly.

“Let’s find out” Suzi replied before shoving her nails straight under them and scratching around.

“AAAAAAHAHAHAHAH NOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA” Carol squealed.

“Want to quit?” Beth said.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YEEESSSS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, TICKLEEE HEERR AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA” Carol screamed.

The three stopped their torture before walking to Jane. Jane’s stern face and gritted teeth showed just how angry she was.

“Let’s put a smile back on that face” Suzi joked as she started to tickle her armpits.

Jane shuddered but remained relatively tight lipped.

“Just let it out” Suzi mocked, increasing the intensity.

“He she he NO she hahahaha” Jane giggled.

Maddie danced her fingers over her belly and ribs.

“Im not haha Weak hahaha” Jane chuckled, still keeping her body tensed.

Beth crouched over her feet. “Just let it out, Grandma” she mocked.

“Ahaha FUCK YOU hahaha” Jane replied.

“What if I scratch here?” Beth said with a grin as she danced her nails over Jane’s size 6 arch.

“NOO hahahahaha, stop tickling meehehehehehe” Jane laughed a little louder.

Without warning, all three of them dug their nails deep into Jane’s newly ticklish skin.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA NOOOOHOHHOHOHOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA STAHAHAHAHHAHAAPPP AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed, thrashing around trying to free herself.

“I thought you weren’t ticklish” Maddie mocked as they continued their onslaught.

“AHAHAHAHAHA IMMMM NOOOOHOHOHOHOOOOTTTT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA” Jane cried out.

“Sounds like you are to me” Suzi joked, tickling her armpits faster.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OKAY AHAHAHAHHAHA OKAY, STAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAP AHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed.

After another 10 minutes of torture, the three stopped tickling.

“Now, are you ready to listen to my offer” Maddie asked.

“Let me hear it” Jane replied with gritted teeth.

“I will continue to work for you, for a 20% pay rise, and NO tickling” Maddie said with a grin.

“ABSOLUTLEY NOT” Jane scolded.

“Very well, we will let you think about it whilst you laugh” Maddie replied, positioning the brushes in each of the captives armpits.

“20% rise but we still tickle you” Jane replied in a panic.

“No deal” Suzi grinned as she placed the garden brushes over her feet. Beth doing the same to Carol.

Maddie finished sorting the brushes on their sides before the three of them stood near the switch.

“Okay, Okay. Deal, just don’t turn that thing on” Jane begged.

“Umm, the deal has changed” Maddie joked before flicking the switch on.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA NAHAHAHAHAHAAATT THHAT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Jane screamed in laughter.

“AHAHAHAHAHA WHY DIDN’T YOU AGRRREEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Carol laughed.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAAPPP PLEEHEHEHEAAASEE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Jane begged.

“Let’s give them a while to think about a counter offer” Maddie said as the three walked out the room, turning the light switch off on their way out.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA COOMMEEHEHEHEHEHEEE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA BAAHAHAHAHAHAHACCKKK AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Jane laughed in the dark.

Maddie and Suzi explained the situation to Beth, thanked her for her help and said their goodbyes before returning to the dark, laughter filled garage. Maddie turned the switch off but kept the pair in the darkness.

“M-M-Maddie, let’s talk” Jane panted out. “30% pay increase, no tickling”.

A light turned on, directed at Jane. “Say it to the camera” Maddie said patronisingly, pointing the camera at Jane’s face.

“We will give you a 30% pay rise and never tickle you again” she said again, trying to hide her face from the camera.

“Deal” Maddie replied. “Now, just so that you are true to your word”, she flicked the switch on again.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAPPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA” Jane screamed in laughter.

“MAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAATTT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA” Carol laughed as Maddie walked around the pair, shining the light on their laughing faces followed by the ticklish brushes spinning over their sensitive skin.

Finally, Maddie stopped recording and switched the power off.

“M-Maddie, p-p-please” Carol whimpered. “You’ve got what you want, now let us go”.

“Umm, not quite” Maddie said from across the room as Suzi approached Jane, cutting her bra off.

“What the FUCK” Jane scolded.

“We have got the contract that Maddie wants, but we are nowhere near through with you two” Suzi said as she cut off Carol’s bra, freeing her breasts.

“Please don’t” Carol begged.

“Have we just discovered an actual ticklish spot?” Suzi said with surprise before dancing her nails over Carol’s breasts.

“Hehehe HEY Heheheheheehe sttoop ahahahahahaha” Carol laughed.

“What about you?” Maddie said, lightly tickling Jane’s surprisingly perky breasts.

“Maddie, don’t you dareeehehehehehehehehe” Jane laughed.

“I bet these breasts would be super ticklish once your oil is applied” Suzi joked.

“NO DON’T YOU DARE” Jane scolded.

Maddie found her way to the bottle of oil, still at Jane’s feet before squirting some in Suzi’s hands before putting some in her hands and rubbing it into Jane’s breasts.

“Maddie, please, I’m begging you” Jane pleaded.

“Hehehe Stooop hehehehe” Carol giggled as Suzi hands tickled her nipples as she rubbed the oil in.

“This is going to be torture for you” Suzi joked

Both Carol and Jane waited quietly in the darkness, dreading what was about to come as Suzi and Maddie moved the brushes away from their armpits. They moved the medium bristled brushes off their sides and moved them both up to their breasts. Both Jane and Carol giggled as the bristles lightly stroked their breasts.

“What about the brushes on their feet?” Suzi asked Maddie.

“Move them away, I want full concentration on their tits” Maddie replied, pulling the hard bristled brush away from Jane’s feet.

“Please, Maddie, you don’t have to do this” Jane tried to reason with her but it was no use.

Both she and Suzi made their way across to the switch in the darkness before turning it on.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA” they both screamed in laughter as the soft bristles stroked across their sensitive breasts, made even worse by the oil.

“MAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAATTTT AHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEEHEHEHEEEAASEE AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MYY BREASTSSSS AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Jane begged as each ticklish stroke sent a shockwave up and down her body.

Both the captives laughed and laughed until their voices were horse. Their ticklish breasts bouncing and swaying from side to side in the darkness, unable to escape the torment of the ticklish bristles. A faint ringing noise was heard through the laughter.

“Wow, Amazon really do pull through on their 1 hour delivery” Suzi joked to Maddie as she left the garage.

Maddie turned the lights on before turning the power off to the brushes.

“M-Maddie, p-please” Carol begged.

“J-j-just let us go” Jane muttered, breathless.

“Let’s call it a night from the tickling” Maddie responded. “It’s pretty late”.

Both Jane and Carol breathed a sigh of relief, that was until Suzi re-entered the room, carrying a box.

“W-What’s in there?” Jane asked nervously.

“Your special pyjamas” Suzi mocked, ripping the box open and holding up a straight-jacket.

“No, please. You can’t keep us here” Carol begged again.

Maddie smiled evilly at the pair as Suzi disappeared again, returning seconds later with 2 pairs of woollen pyjama bottoms and 2 pairs of woollen socks.

“Remember how you told us to make sure we moisturised before bed and wore socks” Suzi said seductively.

Both Carol and Jane nodded slowly.

“Well, now it’s your turn” she laughed as she approached Carol holding a pair of scissors, snipping her black underwear off.

She passed the scissors to Maddie who freed Jane of her underwear. she grabbed the bottle of homemade oil before drizzling it over Jane’s upper body, legs and feet before handing it over to Suzi. Maddie rubbed the oil into Jane’s toned body, paying special attention to her breasts and pussy.

“Maddie, please, you’re scaring me” Jane begged as Maddie walked down to her feet, removing the toe ties and massaging the oil into every wrinkle on her soles and toes.

Suzi did the same to Carol, as she wriggled from the occasional scrape of Suzi’s nails on her body. Both women’s skin shone in the lights of the garage as they sat there, bound and exhausted. Maddie and Suzi slipped the woollen socks over their captives feet before Suzi grabbed one of the straight-jackets.

“Maddie, please, I’m begging you. We will do whatever you want” Jane whimpered.

“What I want is for you two to feel the torment that you inflict on others” Maddie replied sharply. “I’m presuming that I am not the first person that you two evil bitches have tormented”.

Jane hung her head in shame as Maddie freed her wrists from the ties above her. Her weakened body, let her arms fall to her sides. Still with her socked feet in the socks, Maddie and Suzi grabbed an arm each before sliding the straight-jacket on. Jane’s exhausted body did not put up much of a fight as the pair wrapped her arms over each other before tying the jacket.

Carol put up more of a fight but she was easily overpowered by the pair, within minutes sitting there in her white jacket on. They freed her ankles from the stocks before slipping the woollen pyjama bottoms over her slippery legs before tucking her socks over the top of the legs, ensuring that they wouldn’t be able to be removed easily.

Jane’s pyjama bottoms were next on before Maddie and Suzi helped them to their feet, leading them out of the garage and upstairs to the bedrooms. Suzi placed Carol onto one of the beds whilst Maddie took care of Jane. They gave them a drink of water before turning the bedroom lights off, leaving them in the darkness off their sleeping quarters for the night.

Morning arrived as the sunlight filled the bedrooms of Jane and Carol. Neither had slept a wink, the faint sound of drilling and hammering into the early hours of the morning kept their minds wandering.

Maddie and Suzi entered Carol’s room, they walked over to the bed, helping Carol to her feet.

“Ready for day 2?” Maddie said softly.

Carol just shook her head as she was then led back down to the garage. Maddie flicked on the light switch as all of the blood drained out of Carol’s face.

“No, please” she begged upon seeing the table in the middle of the room, fitted with a padded X-frame.

Maddie and Suzi pushed her towards it before they untucked her woollen pyjama bottoms from her sock and pulled them down her legs. She stood there, bare bottomed as she stared in horror at the table.

Maddie helped her up onto the frame, sitting her in the middle of the X before the pair held each leg down, strapping each leg down at the thigh and knee before removing her socks revealing her soft soles and plump toes. Each ankle was strapped in before the pair returned to her upper body.

“No funny business” Suzi said softly. “Maddie can easily overpower you. If you struggle, the next few hours are going to be a lot worse for you”.

Carol gulped and nodded as the pair untied her jacket, freeing her smooth skin.

“Lie back and raise your arms out to the sides” Maddie said softly.

Carol complied, not wanting to face a worse fate. Maddie and Suzi strapped her wrists into the frame before strapping her elbows down as well.

“Comfy?” Suzi joked as Carol stayed silent with gritted teeth.

The pair left the garage, as Carol lay there, naked, staring in disbelief at her bound body. The door swung back open as Jane was forced into the room. She started to struggle upon seeing her friend tied down.

“No, you can’t, please” Jane begged as she was dragged by Maddie towards the previous structure in the corner of the room. Maddie and Suzi helped her onto the weightlifting bench before removing her woollen bottoms. She shivered as her bare bottom sat down on the bench with each socked foot touching the floor, either side of the bench.

Maddie and Suzi cuffed each ankle back to the centre beam before removing her jacket, Maddie held her wrists as Suzi cuffed them together before they stretched them up over her head and tied them to the top of the centre beam.

Jane sat there silently, staring at Carol before Suzi shoved a gag in her mouth. She tied it behind her head before joining Maddie in the centre of the room, stood either side of Carol.

“Now then Jane” Maddie started speaking. “Seeing as you are the main figure in the company, I presume that it is you who enticed Carol into this world of tickle torture”.

Jane glared back at her.

“Therefore we are going to tickle Carol first. You can watch and hear her cries for help, deep down knowing that whatever happens to her, IS going to happen to you” Maddie said with an evil grin.

“Carol, we are both going to tickle you, starting slowly and gently. If you want a break, just ask us nicely to stop and we will” Suzi spoke softly to Carol. “BUT, after each break, we will step up the tools and intensity. All you have to do it last an hour. Got it?”

Carol nodded nervously.

“We are going to use all of the tools that you both used on me” Maddie said. “Take a look”.

She stripped a white sheet off a table to the side of Carol displaying turkey feathers, feather dusters, toothbrushes, electric toothbrushes, hair brushes and 2 drills fitted with nylon covered bristles.

“No, please” Carol begged, frantically shaking her head from side to side. She watched both Suzi and Maddie pick up 2 turkey feathers each before returning to her sides.

Maddie and Suzi both hovered the feathers towards Carol’s exposed armpits.

“Now, let’s see how sensitive your skin is after a night with your oil on” Maddie joked before they inserted the feathers into her armpits, flicking and twisting the tip over her skin.

Carol tried to remain calm and silent but the sensations got stronger and stronger as the feathers picked up speed.

“Hhehehehehehehehe i-i-it ticklleeehehehehheheheheeess ehehehehehehehehe” Carol giggled as the feathers spun against her skin.

They slowly moved one feather each away from her armpit, dragging it up and down her sides and ribs.

“HEhehehehehehee EEEEEKKKKK HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE” Carol giggled louder as the feathers stroked her armpits, sides and ribs.

Her head turning from side to side, tears starting to trickle down her cheeks as she laughed. Suzi climbed up onto the X-frame, straddling Carol’s hips as Maddie walked down the table to her wriggling feet.

“Time to see just how ticklish those nipples are” Suzi joked as she started stroking the feathers around Carol’s nipples.

“AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLLLEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEESSEE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA” Carol wailed with laughter as the feathers stroked and flicked her nipples.

Maddie dragged each feather tip down her legs and over the tops of her feet, causing them to thrash from side to side.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA NOOOOHOHOHOHOO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA” she continued to laugh as Maddie tormented the tops of her pale size 5 feet. Her breasts swaying from side to side in time with the turns of her head.

Suzi picked up the speed of her feathers as Carol fidgeted as much as she could, the torment was getting too much for her.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she cried as Maddie ran the tips of the feathers over her ticklish toes. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAA STAHAHAHAHAHAPP PLEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEAASEEE AHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHA”.

The two stopped their torment with a devilish look on their faces.

“That was only 8 minutes” Maddie said smugly. “One minute break, then we go again”.

“I-I-I can’t take it” Carol panted out, trying to regain her breath, still with Suzi sat on her.

Maddie passed Suzi 2 electric toothbrushes as Carol panted heavily on the structure. Suzi lowered the brushes to Carol’s ribs, waiting for Maddie’s command.

Maddie checked her watch again before nodding to Suzi. The whirring of the toothbrushes echoed around the garage as Suzi planted the bristles in between her first and second rib on either side.

“AAHAHAHAHAHAHA FFUUUUCCKKKKK AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Carol shrieked upon feeling the ticklish sensation shoot up and down her body.

Maddie picked up a toothbrush from the table and walked back down to Carol’s feet. she grabbed her wriggling left foot with one hand, slid her fingers between her big toe, pinning it back before attacking with the toothbrush.

“AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA NOOOOOOOOO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA” Carol wailed as Maddie scrubbed the bristles underneath her exposed plump toes.

“Are these toes ticklish?” she mocked.

“AHAHAHAHAHAA YEEAAHAHAAHAHAHAAHHH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Carol screamed as she scrubbed.

Suzi moved the electric toothbrushes away from Carol’s ribs, planting them down on her nipples. She thrashed around on the frame as much as she could but it wasn’t enough to escape the tormenting bristles. Jane watched on nervously as her friend was tortured for minute after minute.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA PLLEEEAAHAHAHAHASSEE EHEHEHEHEHEHE STAAHAHAHAAAAAP AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Carol screamed, bringing the tickling to a halt.

“Oh Carol, poor ticklish Carol” Maddie mocked. “Now you have 32 minutes to last, without a break”.

“No, No, please, no more” Carol begged.

“Neither me or Maddie got that chance” Suzi said shaking her head as Maddie passed her a drill with a nylon bristle attachment.

She picked up a hairbrush and some toe ties before walking back down to her feet. she pulled her big toe back before wrapping the toe tie around it and fastened it back to the ankle restraint. she repeated the process for her big toe on her right foot, almost immobilising her feet. Suzi started the drill up, Carol watched with horror at the spinning bristles moving closer to her before touching down on her sensitive breasts.

“AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed with laughter as the bristles spun.

Maddie dragged the hairbrush up and down her size 5 sole.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOHOHOHOHOOHO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she wailed again in ticklish agony.

She tried her best to put up with the torture but it was too much as the bristles span on her nipples and breasts.

“AHAHAHAHAHAA STAAHAHAHAHAPPP, STAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPP, PLEEEEHEHEHEHEEEAASEE AHAHAHAHAHAA” she screamed, unable to take anymore.

Neither Maddie or Suzi stopped. They tickled and tickled, for minute upon minute as their captive screamed and begged.

After 10 ticklish minutes of forced laughter, Carol’s feet got a break as Maddie walked into the middle of the X-frame, picking up the discarded electric toothbrushes. An evil look came over her face as she planted them down on Carol’s lips.

“AAAAAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAA STAAHAHAHAHAPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAAHAHAHAHAHAP” Carol laughed, her voice going horse.

Maddie continued to torment her lips and mound with the two electric toothbrushes while Suzi ran the bristles over both breasts slowly as she screamed and bounced around, unable to escape. Finally, the exhaustion got the better of her and she passed out.

Suzi climbed down off her body and smiled across at Jane’s white face. “Your turn” she said softly.

Jane started to panic, tugging at her wrist cuffs desperately, unable to get free. The pair left Carol tied to the frame before walking over to Jane. Maddie climbed on the other weightlifting bench behind Jane and loosened her the rope tying her wrists to the beam.

“Stand on your tip toes” Maddie instructed.

Jane didn’t move. Maddie nodded to Suzi who scribbled her nails over Jane’s stomach.

“MMMMPPPPPHHHHHHHHHH” Jane screamed into her gag.

“She told you to stand, SLAVE!” Suzi mocked.

Jane glared at Suzi as she stood up onto her tip toes. Maddie tied her wrists back to the beam, keeping her completely stretched out. Next she attached a strap around her hips, pinning her back against the beam, finally adjusting the cuffs around her ankles, only allowing her the freedom to lower her heels to the floor.

“I have a special treat for you” Maddie said softly. “I got this inspiration when I took my car to be washed. Upon seeing the spinning bristles, dancing over my car, I thought, ‘can this be used on a person?’ Weeks of trials followed with different implements to find the most ticklish reaction. Then you two used those Millipore brushes on me. The long nylon bristles tickled so much, I thought I would pass out each time. Now it’s your turn”.

“MPPPPHHHH” Jane protested shaking her head.

Maddie crouched to the floor, fixing a long roller in place, covered in thousands of nylon bristles. she adjusted it underneath her stretched arches before securing another over the tops of her feet and toes. The ticklish sensation of the long bristles dragging over her sensitive feet sent a shudder up her spine. Suzi started to fix another long bristle covered roller, in front of Jane’s exposed ribs and stomach before taking a step back. They laughed at the panicked expression on Jane’s face.

“It’s a good job that you had the breast implants” Suzi mocked. “Otherwise your saggy tits would be right in the way of the bristles”.

“MPPPHHHHHH” Jane protested again.

“Good question” Maddie mocked as she collected a feather duster from the table, before fixing it in to another attachment against the beam. The feather duster pointing away from the table, in between her legs, a few inches from her pussy. “You may get tired from standing on your tip toes, especially as they are being tickled. So you are allowed a break”.

Jane let out a muffled sigh of relief.

“But this is where it gets interesting” Maddie joked. “We will not turn off the power to the rollers and feather duster during your break. Instead, IF you get the urge to rest your feet, planting your heels down on the roller below, it will stop spinning under your weight but the one on your toes and tops of your feet will keep spinning. Why don’t you try it”.

Jane lowered her heels down, onto the roller. Her eyes went wide with fear. Before she instantly lifted herself back up onto her tip toes.

“I’m glad you noticed” Suzi joked. “Resting your feet will bring some relief to your soles and stomach but now, since you have lowered yourself, the feather duster is touching your pussy and the roller that was on your stomach is now on your breasts”.

“MMMMPPPHHHHHHH” Jane protested.

“Sorry, what was that?” Maddie mocked as she took the gag out of her mouth.

“You sick, twisted wankers” Jane snapped.

“I don’t think that you are in the position to be making threats” Suzi joked as the pair walked away from the structure, walking towards the power switch.

“No, please, don’t” Jane begged. “I will do anything”.

“Too late” Maddie said evilly as she flicked the switch.

A buzzing noise filled the room as the 3 rollers began to turn, the feather duster span slowly between her legs, a few inches from her skin. Maddie and Suzi watched on as Jane started wriggling, the rollers slowly picking up speed.

“Hehehe Maddie hehehehe, pleeheheheheeeaassee. Not thiiss hehehehe, t-t-turn it offfFFFFFFFFFF AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she begged as her giggles turned to uncontrollable laughter. The rollers spinning at full speed, bristles dancing and dragging across both sides of her feet and ribs as she lightly danced her feet around on her tip toes, never getting far enough away from the bristles covering them.

After a few minutes of dancing and wriggling around, Jane lowered her heels, dropping her breasts and pussy onto the ticklish attachments.

“AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA” she screamed, instantly standing back onto her toes to endure more foot tickling.

“It’s a tough decision” Maddie joked. “Feet, toes and ribs or toes, breasts and pussy”.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MAAAHAHAHAHAHAHADDDIIIEEEEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA STAAAHAHAHAHAAAPPPP” Jane screamed as her body was tortured.

Carol started to stir.

“Aww, look who wants to play again” Suzi mocked, pointing at Carol.

Carol nervously shook her head as Suzi and Maddie approached. She could hear the laughter coming from Jane behind her.

“No, please, no more, no morrrEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE” she started to giggle loudly as Suzi dug her nails into her sides, scribbling up and down.

Maddie crouched in between her legs, raising up a pole before sliding another feather duster into the attachment at the end of the pole, brushing it over the top of her pussy. Suzi’s nails continued to dance from her hips up to her last rib.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAAHAHAHAHAPPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Carol laughed, shaking her head again from side to side.

Suzi finally stopped before helping Maddie fix another bristle covered roller over her breasts. Suzi walked down to her feet as Maddie took the plug from the attachments and putting them into the extension cord beneath Carol, sending the roller and feather duster spinning.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, STAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Carol screamed out again.

Maddie set up a video camera in the corner of the room, capturing both the women’s ticklish agony before joining Suzi at Carol’s bound feet.

“AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA PLLLEEEAAHAHAHAHAHAASSEEE AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA” Carol screamed louder as Maddie and Suzi scattered their nails over her bound soles.

Jane’s exhausted body lowered again before the ticklish sensation started on her pussy and breasts. Sending her into loud, uncontrollable laughter.

Maddie and Suzi stared at each other, they kissed as their victim laughed. The feeling of power turning them on as they tortured their previous tormentors. Maddie led Suzi out of the room, the sound of begging and laughter got quieter as they left the garage, closing the door behind them. They undressed each other before Maddie lay Suzi on the kitchen table, kissing her naked body.

Half an hour passed, Maddie and Suzi lay on the kitchen table having both experienced the orgasm of a lifetime.

“Maddie?” Suzi asked. “It’s a bit quiet next door”.

Maddie quickly sprung to her feet, slowly opening the door to the garage before giggling and closing the door.

“I think its time for us to let these two go” she said giggling.

The pair got changed back into their clothes before entering the garage and turning off the power. They stared at the exhausted, passed out bodies of their victims, puddles of urine underneath both structures. They laughed as they turned the camera off and untied Carol and Jane, one by one, carrying them to their flashy car and sitting them inside, naked. Their leather outfits placed on the back seat.

Finally, after an hour or so of unconsciousness, they both stirred and awoke in a panic.

“Those brats” Jane scolded. “They will pay for this”.

“Let’s just leave it” Carol said defeated, handing Jane a note left on the back seat.

‘Remember, we have a video of our agreement and another one of you two being tickled to the point of wetting yourself.’ The note read.

Jane took a deep sigh before the pair drove off, into the night.

Should Mike be broken

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