Here's the follow up of my old story "When they needed money".
It's very different but still focuses on the tickle model profession. I hope you enjoy it. Before you read, I encourage you to look at the original story.
- Monica... if this is meant to be an apology, I really want you to know that I'm not mad with you... - Paulina started carefully but happily. Her mental state had improved a lot over past 3 days.
- I'm glad to hear it!
- ...but if you want me to star further videos than I've already told you the answer is no. I must admit I kind of enjoyed the second day but I must be honest with you: it was an act of desperation!
- You don't think I don't know it, do you? - Monica replied cheerfully, splashing some water from the hottub as she made a gesture.
- I guess you do... what girl would let you roast her alive if she weren't in despair?
- Since yesterday I have spoken to at least two of them... they are adventurous and hungry for some spending money, in the worst case.
Paulina didn't find a quick reply. That didn't intimidate her though. She's been in a great mood since her debt was paid off the day before.
- No worries - Monica resumed - whatever you may think, I'm not here to make another Martha out of you. Although it's true that I tend to ask my models if they are interested in doing more shots, a few days after their debut. I mean especially those who said it was only the money that forced them to visit us... which is clearly the case with you. You know, It's a huge relief when they say they would come back. It's the ultimate proof they don't feel abused after all. Remorse is definitely the worst part of being a female producer of fetish content...
Monica paused for a second and admired her toes sticking just out of the whirly water in front of her before she went on.
- But since you made it clear it was a one off experience, I didn't expect such declaration from you and I certainly won't insist. I'll just take your "kind of enjoying the day 2" as the cure for my remorse. So if there is anything I really have planned for today, it's just saying 'thank you'. You did an excellent job, even if it's a one time adventure only.
- OK. Then I'll just consider all of this as a bonus for a job well done.
- I'm fine with that - Monica smiled - but since we're already at a spa, don't you mind if we chit-chat a little bit, just the way girls always do in such places?
- I'm not sure what girls normally do here... I could never afford this. But I'm fine with that too. To be honest, I even felt like chatting with you. I liked your company, even considering the circumstances.
- Vice versa... although perhaps I should have said 'especially given these circumstances'...
- By the way... I was really impressed with the memories you wrote down from the second day. You really did make a captivating story out of it! That's much more than we asked for! Do you write much?
- Thanks... well... I guess I wrote everything I could about my emotions after day 1 and I didn't really know what to write about day 2 so I just described all the facts with as much details as I could. And yes... I write plenty... actually, I study journalism but I never published anything
- Yeah...you did capture the details... I should have guessed what you study!
*****
When Martha was done tickling me and they wiped her saliva off my feet, which was kind of gross, I was released and we were both asked to take off our jeans. Left in bras and panties, we were told to lay down on our stomachs on a soft mat that was on the floor. We were facing each other and our faces were about 30cm apart. We looked into each other's eyes and I could see that Martha was as nervous as I was. I guessed it was meant to be the challenge that Paul had negotiated with me to join.
Monica cuffed my hands behind me and sat down next to my feet. She raised my calves so that my knees were bent 90 degrees, moved closer and wrapped her own legs behind my knees. She then restrained my ankles with leather cuffs, identical to those I wore on my wrists. Finally, she fastened all the four cuffs tightly together behind my back, forcing me to slightly raise my chest from the mat. In front of me, I saw Paul do the same to Martha. Once they were done, we were unable to move our hands and legs and we couldn't move away from the ticklers as they held us tightly in place with their legs behind our immobilized knees.
I felt Monica slide something cool and flat across my soles. I realized it must have been a tool like the one laying next to Paul's left hand. It was a metal ruler, about 50 cm long and I could imagine what it would be used for. I watched Paul firmly grab the big toes of Martha's helpless feet and proceed to lightly scratch her soles which were right next to him. She closed her eyes and and wrinkled her brow trying to hold back at first but soon she started struggling against her bondage and eventually bursted out into giggles.
Meanwhile Monica's ruler spanked my right sole for the first time.
- One... - she said and spanked again - two...you continue!
- Three! - I exclaimed when the ruler clapped on my soles again - Four!
- Brilliant! Now I spank your feet every 5 seconds as Paul tickles Martha. You count, she laughs and you both go on until Martha declares she quits. Then we turn tables. We take 10 rounds. The one who stands the tickling for longer in total gets the other bound on the table.
- Five...! Six...! Seven...! - I counted desperately.
- Twenty one! Twenty two! Twenty two!
- She's cheating! - Martha exclaimed through almost constant laughter
Paul paused Martha's ordeal and released his grip on her toes... I saw her lower her head towards the mat and breathe hard, trying to calm down. Spanks kept hitting my feet. I counted three more before Paul grabbed Martha's toes again and resumed tickling her. She responded to tickles with new energy while I tried to concentrate all my will to keep counting and make no more mistakes.
- Fifty one! - I shouted in ultimate desperation from the burning feeling that all the spanks had left on my soles
- I quit! I quit! - Martha finally broke.
For a few seconds, strokes of Monica's delicate fingers replaced the terrible spanks of the ruler on my tantalized soles. My skin was so sensitized that I immediately became desperate but right after I heard first claps off Paul's ruler on my competitor's soles and her counting followed by muted shrieks, Monica left my feet alone and dug into my exposed sides...
*****
- I can hardly believe I made it through the competition and got to be Martha's tickler
- Well... let me tell you that Martha did help you... while you gave her only two extra breaks, she kept losing her count all the time! After she got herself spanked 12 times without you getting tickled, by repeating the same number 4 times in a row, she got overly cautious not to repeat again and kept missing 2 or 3 numbers whenever she had any doubts. And I hope you also appreciated my switching to your sides in the first round. You would have gone insane from foot tickling after those 51 spanks... Paul wasn't so merciful with Martha after the sixty-something that she had got. And I can tell you a good spanking always sensitized her soles more than anyone else's. Even more than mine.
- You get spanked often?
- Paul had to test the stuff he uses on you on someone, didn't he? I've been his guinea pig for at least 5 years!
- You've been together that long?
- Longer! Did I just sense that your journalist soul craves for a hot story?
- It does... for quite a few stories about you, actually.
- Brilliant. Stories are what we're here for. But let's move on to some other attraction first. I feel soaked like a sponge!
*****
For Paulina's first visit to sauna, Monica chose the mildest one. Although the spa was not crowded on Tuesday early in afternoon, they had to wait a few minutes to have the place for themselves. Once everyone else left, they quickly changed their bathing suits to linen towels and entered the pleasant heat.
- Feels familiar... - Paulina joked, stepping on the hot birch wood of the sauna bench and giggled nervously. Monica immediately sensed she was not entirely comfortable with wearing nothing but the towel and not being sure if it is supposed to stay on.
- Don't worry, the towels stay on all the time! - she encouraged the model - in some countries you must go completely naked but not here. I'm keeping mine on. But apart from that I have no secrets, you can ask whatever you want.
- You may have too cut the story short... I'm afraid I'm not used to the heat and I won't last long.
- You were not used too tickling either and we didn't cut anything short for you. Anything.
The girls relaxed in silence for a while. Monica raised Paulina's feet to her lap and rubbed them. She did it in the most natural way imaginable and Paulina didn't even think of objecting. She smiled and enjoyed herself before she finally spoke again.
- I checked out your website. You didn't lie, I am number one in both 'tickling' and 'foot torture' categories. But if that's the case then given the prices and the figures you quoted for the sales of my video you can't be making much profit. Yet you said that inviting a model to the spa is nothing extraordinary. The puzzles don't match. And now you tell me I can ask you anything. Pardon me, but somehow I can't believe there is no business involved here. Do I already have a debt with you? I told you there's no way you can make another Martha out of me.
- You're smart, I knew that. And that's precisely why I decided to have no secrets with you. I know you won't be the new Martha but still I think there's something we can do together to our common benefit. I repeat that asking a model out to the spa is no big deal. I do it often to buy prospective models. It impresses them but I know it may not impress you. In fact, I hope it doesn't. Why I can invite them here is one of the stories I can tell you. But that's something that none of the models knew so far, so I'd rather know that we trust each other before I tell you that.
- I'm sorry... - Paulina felt embarrassed with the way she had asked her last question - I do trust you and you could see that last weekend. Without you I wouldn't have decided to do the shot. You made me feel safe.
- I'm happy to hear it - Monica smiled again - then you can go on with other questions you have!
- How did you get in touch with Paul? - Paulina asked without hesitation - Was he the one who got you into this business?
Monica wondered for a second and went on with her own story.
- In fact by the time I met Paul, I was much deeper in the business than he was. But without him I would not be in the business anymore, that's for sure.
*****
- Nearly nine years ago I was in my final year at college. I had just turned eighteen and decided I want to start to make my own living. Back then everyone went to work abroad, for long or at least for holidays.
- Yes, I know. My best friend's brother emigrated back then. He still hasn't come back!
- That's it. When I was leaving with my big sister I didn't mean to come back either. My sister Alex is one year older than me. At that time she had already graduated from high school but failed her entrance exams to the faculty of law. At first she was devastated but after a while her attitude evolved. She turned... nihilist I'd say. She stopped caring about her future or studies and wanted to live there and then. Her relationship with her boyfriend was not quite OK so she decided they should separate for a while. We packed our bags and bought a one way ticket to London.
- Am I right in guessing that you did not have an easy time finding jobs?
- Yes, you are right. Or should I say: the jobs we were finding kept bothering us. We both spoke good English but still they were offering us only low paid jobs. And then one evening I saw Alex open a tickle-fetish website site on her leptop.
- Just like that?!
- Yes, sort of. That's when I learnt that her boyfriend was in fact a fetishist. She told me he had fantasized about seeing her in a tickle video. He had admitted that and had shown her some websites. The company whose site we were looking at was based in London. We spent the whole night watching previews. At first I was as disgusted as Alex was when that dick first showed her the website. But I instinctively knew what Alex had in mind that night...
*****
- After I told him that he's gross he swore he'd never watch this stuff again - Alex said with an evil smile - it's crystal clear that he lied.
- What are you up to?
- I'll get us a few quids plus I'll get a proof that my boyfriend lies and I'll cut this relationship once and for all.
- And what if doesn't lie? Will you admit what you did?
- Of course I will! I'll just show him the video and see his reactions. If he has the guts to appreciate what he had asked for, we might get back together. And if not...well, hopefully he'll have a heart attack.
Alex clicked the "model call" link and filled in the form. She only mentioned herself. I promised I'd go with her but I had no plans to model for them back then. My sister's fetishist boyfriend was a bit of a shock to me but on the other hand it immediately explained why Alex had always paid so much attention to her own feet.
They called her in 3 days later. The night before she went, I helped her with pedicure. She gave me one too. I remember she wanted to paint my toenails red but I insisted that they stay their natural color.
They accepted Alex immediately. They just watched her feet, they didn't bother to test ticklishness. I showed them mine too, out of pure curiosity. I was flattered when the guy said they're lovely.
After 15 minutes, Alex was already tied up. She wore bra and panties and was spread on a framed mat on the floor and cuffs on her wrists and ankles were chained to the frame. I wanted to watch so they asked me to sit on a sofa behind the mat. They told me not to put my shoes back on and set the camera so that my bare feet were in the scene.
I watched them start to tickle. She didn't seem amazingly ticklish, but they didn't bother. Later I found out that they hardly had any good ticklers so they didn't really care about ticklishness. They were pretty amateurish with respect to that and were totally ok with models who pretended. Technically, they were a foot fetish company and tickling was just one of its flavors. But as it turned out later they had really great bondage gear. Even something as simple as the mat that Alex was on, looked engineered for the purpose.
Alex was just ticklish enough not to have to pretend and not to go out of her mind with such lame tickler on her. Her shot was relatively short and easy. I was just a little disgusted when the guy who tickled her put half of her foot in his mouth but apparently her contract included that.
They were quite nice apart from that. By the time Alex was done they made a short interview with her. They thanked us both: "the great model and the lovely feet in the background" and the camera stopped rolling. I helped untie Alex and get her back on her feet. As she rubbed her wrists which were sore from her bondage, the tickler addressed both of us. With the money he offered, we didn't think twice.
TO BE CONTINUED
It's very different but still focuses on the tickle model profession. I hope you enjoy it. Before you read, I encourage you to look at the original story.
- Monica... if this is meant to be an apology, I really want you to know that I'm not mad with you... - Paulina started carefully but happily. Her mental state had improved a lot over past 3 days.
- I'm glad to hear it!
- ...but if you want me to star further videos than I've already told you the answer is no. I must admit I kind of enjoyed the second day but I must be honest with you: it was an act of desperation!
- You don't think I don't know it, do you? - Monica replied cheerfully, splashing some water from the hottub as she made a gesture.
- I guess you do... what girl would let you roast her alive if she weren't in despair?
- Since yesterday I have spoken to at least two of them... they are adventurous and hungry for some spending money, in the worst case.
Paulina didn't find a quick reply. That didn't intimidate her though. She's been in a great mood since her debt was paid off the day before.
- No worries - Monica resumed - whatever you may think, I'm not here to make another Martha out of you. Although it's true that I tend to ask my models if they are interested in doing more shots, a few days after their debut. I mean especially those who said it was only the money that forced them to visit us... which is clearly the case with you. You know, It's a huge relief when they say they would come back. It's the ultimate proof they don't feel abused after all. Remorse is definitely the worst part of being a female producer of fetish content...
Monica paused for a second and admired her toes sticking just out of the whirly water in front of her before she went on.
- But since you made it clear it was a one off experience, I didn't expect such declaration from you and I certainly won't insist. I'll just take your "kind of enjoying the day 2" as the cure for my remorse. So if there is anything I really have planned for today, it's just saying 'thank you'. You did an excellent job, even if it's a one time adventure only.
- OK. Then I'll just consider all of this as a bonus for a job well done.
- I'm fine with that - Monica smiled - but since we're already at a spa, don't you mind if we chit-chat a little bit, just the way girls always do in such places?
- I'm not sure what girls normally do here... I could never afford this. But I'm fine with that too. To be honest, I even felt like chatting with you. I liked your company, even considering the circumstances.
- Vice versa... although perhaps I should have said 'especially given these circumstances'...
- By the way... I was really impressed with the memories you wrote down from the second day. You really did make a captivating story out of it! That's much more than we asked for! Do you write much?
- Thanks... well... I guess I wrote everything I could about my emotions after day 1 and I didn't really know what to write about day 2 so I just described all the facts with as much details as I could. And yes... I write plenty... actually, I study journalism but I never published anything
- Yeah...you did capture the details... I should have guessed what you study!
*****
When Martha was done tickling me and they wiped her saliva off my feet, which was kind of gross, I was released and we were both asked to take off our jeans. Left in bras and panties, we were told to lay down on our stomachs on a soft mat that was on the floor. We were facing each other and our faces were about 30cm apart. We looked into each other's eyes and I could see that Martha was as nervous as I was. I guessed it was meant to be the challenge that Paul had negotiated with me to join.
Monica cuffed my hands behind me and sat down next to my feet. She raised my calves so that my knees were bent 90 degrees, moved closer and wrapped her own legs behind my knees. She then restrained my ankles with leather cuffs, identical to those I wore on my wrists. Finally, she fastened all the four cuffs tightly together behind my back, forcing me to slightly raise my chest from the mat. In front of me, I saw Paul do the same to Martha. Once they were done, we were unable to move our hands and legs and we couldn't move away from the ticklers as they held us tightly in place with their legs behind our immobilized knees.
I felt Monica slide something cool and flat across my soles. I realized it must have been a tool like the one laying next to Paul's left hand. It was a metal ruler, about 50 cm long and I could imagine what it would be used for. I watched Paul firmly grab the big toes of Martha's helpless feet and proceed to lightly scratch her soles which were right next to him. She closed her eyes and and wrinkled her brow trying to hold back at first but soon she started struggling against her bondage and eventually bursted out into giggles.
Meanwhile Monica's ruler spanked my right sole for the first time.
- One... - she said and spanked again - two...you continue!
- Three! - I exclaimed when the ruler clapped on my soles again - Four!
- Brilliant! Now I spank your feet every 5 seconds as Paul tickles Martha. You count, she laughs and you both go on until Martha declares she quits. Then we turn tables. We take 10 rounds. The one who stands the tickling for longer in total gets the other bound on the table.
- Five...! Six...! Seven...! - I counted desperately.
- Twenty one! Twenty two! Twenty two!
- She's cheating! - Martha exclaimed through almost constant laughter
Paul paused Martha's ordeal and released his grip on her toes... I saw her lower her head towards the mat and breathe hard, trying to calm down. Spanks kept hitting my feet. I counted three more before Paul grabbed Martha's toes again and resumed tickling her. She responded to tickles with new energy while I tried to concentrate all my will to keep counting and make no more mistakes.
- Fifty one! - I shouted in ultimate desperation from the burning feeling that all the spanks had left on my soles
- I quit! I quit! - Martha finally broke.
For a few seconds, strokes of Monica's delicate fingers replaced the terrible spanks of the ruler on my tantalized soles. My skin was so sensitized that I immediately became desperate but right after I heard first claps off Paul's ruler on my competitor's soles and her counting followed by muted shrieks, Monica left my feet alone and dug into my exposed sides...
*****
- I can hardly believe I made it through the competition and got to be Martha's tickler
- Well... let me tell you that Martha did help you... while you gave her only two extra breaks, she kept losing her count all the time! After she got herself spanked 12 times without you getting tickled, by repeating the same number 4 times in a row, she got overly cautious not to repeat again and kept missing 2 or 3 numbers whenever she had any doubts. And I hope you also appreciated my switching to your sides in the first round. You would have gone insane from foot tickling after those 51 spanks... Paul wasn't so merciful with Martha after the sixty-something that she had got. And I can tell you a good spanking always sensitized her soles more than anyone else's. Even more than mine.
- You get spanked often?
- Paul had to test the stuff he uses on you on someone, didn't he? I've been his guinea pig for at least 5 years!
- You've been together that long?
- Longer! Did I just sense that your journalist soul craves for a hot story?
- It does... for quite a few stories about you, actually.
- Brilliant. Stories are what we're here for. But let's move on to some other attraction first. I feel soaked like a sponge!
*****
For Paulina's first visit to sauna, Monica chose the mildest one. Although the spa was not crowded on Tuesday early in afternoon, they had to wait a few minutes to have the place for themselves. Once everyone else left, they quickly changed their bathing suits to linen towels and entered the pleasant heat.
- Feels familiar... - Paulina joked, stepping on the hot birch wood of the sauna bench and giggled nervously. Monica immediately sensed she was not entirely comfortable with wearing nothing but the towel and not being sure if it is supposed to stay on.
- Don't worry, the towels stay on all the time! - she encouraged the model - in some countries you must go completely naked but not here. I'm keeping mine on. But apart from that I have no secrets, you can ask whatever you want.
- You may have too cut the story short... I'm afraid I'm not used to the heat and I won't last long.
- You were not used too tickling either and we didn't cut anything short for you. Anything.
The girls relaxed in silence for a while. Monica raised Paulina's feet to her lap and rubbed them. She did it in the most natural way imaginable and Paulina didn't even think of objecting. She smiled and enjoyed herself before she finally spoke again.
- I checked out your website. You didn't lie, I am number one in both 'tickling' and 'foot torture' categories. But if that's the case then given the prices and the figures you quoted for the sales of my video you can't be making much profit. Yet you said that inviting a model to the spa is nothing extraordinary. The puzzles don't match. And now you tell me I can ask you anything. Pardon me, but somehow I can't believe there is no business involved here. Do I already have a debt with you? I told you there's no way you can make another Martha out of me.
- You're smart, I knew that. And that's precisely why I decided to have no secrets with you. I know you won't be the new Martha but still I think there's something we can do together to our common benefit. I repeat that asking a model out to the spa is no big deal. I do it often to buy prospective models. It impresses them but I know it may not impress you. In fact, I hope it doesn't. Why I can invite them here is one of the stories I can tell you. But that's something that none of the models knew so far, so I'd rather know that we trust each other before I tell you that.
- I'm sorry... - Paulina felt embarrassed with the way she had asked her last question - I do trust you and you could see that last weekend. Without you I wouldn't have decided to do the shot. You made me feel safe.
- I'm happy to hear it - Monica smiled again - then you can go on with other questions you have!
- How did you get in touch with Paul? - Paulina asked without hesitation - Was he the one who got you into this business?
Monica wondered for a second and went on with her own story.
- In fact by the time I met Paul, I was much deeper in the business than he was. But without him I would not be in the business anymore, that's for sure.
*****
- Nearly nine years ago I was in my final year at college. I had just turned eighteen and decided I want to start to make my own living. Back then everyone went to work abroad, for long or at least for holidays.
- Yes, I know. My best friend's brother emigrated back then. He still hasn't come back!
- That's it. When I was leaving with my big sister I didn't mean to come back either. My sister Alex is one year older than me. At that time she had already graduated from high school but failed her entrance exams to the faculty of law. At first she was devastated but after a while her attitude evolved. She turned... nihilist I'd say. She stopped caring about her future or studies and wanted to live there and then. Her relationship with her boyfriend was not quite OK so she decided they should separate for a while. We packed our bags and bought a one way ticket to London.
- Am I right in guessing that you did not have an easy time finding jobs?
- Yes, you are right. Or should I say: the jobs we were finding kept bothering us. We both spoke good English but still they were offering us only low paid jobs. And then one evening I saw Alex open a tickle-fetish website site on her leptop.
- Just like that?!
- Yes, sort of. That's when I learnt that her boyfriend was in fact a fetishist. She told me he had fantasized about seeing her in a tickle video. He had admitted that and had shown her some websites. The company whose site we were looking at was based in London. We spent the whole night watching previews. At first I was as disgusted as Alex was when that dick first showed her the website. But I instinctively knew what Alex had in mind that night...
*****
- After I told him that he's gross he swore he'd never watch this stuff again - Alex said with an evil smile - it's crystal clear that he lied.
- What are you up to?
- I'll get us a few quids plus I'll get a proof that my boyfriend lies and I'll cut this relationship once and for all.
- And what if doesn't lie? Will you admit what you did?
- Of course I will! I'll just show him the video and see his reactions. If he has the guts to appreciate what he had asked for, we might get back together. And if not...well, hopefully he'll have a heart attack.
Alex clicked the "model call" link and filled in the form. She only mentioned herself. I promised I'd go with her but I had no plans to model for them back then. My sister's fetishist boyfriend was a bit of a shock to me but on the other hand it immediately explained why Alex had always paid so much attention to her own feet.
They called her in 3 days later. The night before she went, I helped her with pedicure. She gave me one too. I remember she wanted to paint my toenails red but I insisted that they stay their natural color.
They accepted Alex immediately. They just watched her feet, they didn't bother to test ticklishness. I showed them mine too, out of pure curiosity. I was flattered when the guy said they're lovely.
After 15 minutes, Alex was already tied up. She wore bra and panties and was spread on a framed mat on the floor and cuffs on her wrists and ankles were chained to the frame. I wanted to watch so they asked me to sit on a sofa behind the mat. They told me not to put my shoes back on and set the camera so that my bare feet were in the scene.
I watched them start to tickle. She didn't seem amazingly ticklish, but they didn't bother. Later I found out that they hardly had any good ticklers so they didn't really care about ticklishness. They were pretty amateurish with respect to that and were totally ok with models who pretended. Technically, they were a foot fetish company and tickling was just one of its flavors. But as it turned out later they had really great bondage gear. Even something as simple as the mat that Alex was on, looked engineered for the purpose.
Alex was just ticklish enough not to have to pretend and not to go out of her mind with such lame tickler on her. Her shot was relatively short and easy. I was just a little disgusted when the guy who tickled her put half of her foot in his mouth but apparently her contract included that.
They were quite nice apart from that. By the time Alex was done they made a short interview with her. They thanked us both: "the great model and the lovely feet in the background" and the camera stopped rolling. I helped untie Alex and get her back on her feet. As she rubbed her wrists which were sore from her bondage, the tickler addressed both of us. With the money he offered, we didn't think twice.
TO BE CONTINUED