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The initiation grows even more intense for Angel and Cameron as they are continuously forced to tell professional dominatrix Sarah exactly how to she should tickle the two tall, bound, beauties.
Angel's eyes went wide with terror as the ball gag filled her mouth, silencing her laughter. The taste of rubber filled her senses, and she knew she was in for a world of trouble. The sight of the hair brushes in Sarah's hand was like a nightmare come to life, and she wished she could take back her inability to focus. But it was too late now.
With a dramatic flourish, Sarah began to tickle Angel's soles with the hair brushes, the stiff plastic bristles digging into the sensitive skin with every stroke. The sensation was unlike anything Angel had ever felt before, the intense sensation had her body writhing in the chair. She squirmed and kicked, trying to pull her feet away, but the toe ties and stocks held her in place, leaving her at the mercy of the dominatrix's sadistic whims.
The muffled sounds of her own screams echoed in Angel's ears, the ball gag effectively silencing her cries of despair. She could feel the panic rising in her chest, the urge to laugh and scream all at once overwhelming her. Her eyes watered and she began to drool around the rubber intrusion in her mouth, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red.
Sarah watched her squirm with a smug satisfaction, her movements deliberate and calculated. "Now, now, my sweet Bayou Barbie," she cooed, her voice a mockery of comfort. "Isn't this what you wanted?" She dragged the hairbrushes along the long, pale soles of Angel's feet, the bristles digging into the tender flesh, sending waves of tickling torment through her body. "Coochie coo, coochie coo," she sang in a high-pitched, babyish voice, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Tickle tickle, next it'll be your toes."
Cameron watched, horrified yet unable to look away, as the scene unfolded before her. The sight of Angel's eyes going even wider at the mention of her toes was almost comical, if not for the genuine distress written on her face. Cameron knew what was coming, and she felt a pang of guilt for her earlier actions. But she also knew that she didn't want to be the one in the chair with those brushes on her own feet.
The timer on the wall ticked down, each second feeling like an eternity. When it finally hit zero, Sarah stopped abruptly, holding the hair brushes aloft like a chef presenting a masterpiece. "Ah, so we've reached the end of your punishment," she said, her voice dripping with fake regret. "Lucky you didn't get to experience these little beauties on those sexy long toes."
Angel's body slumped with relief in the chair, her chest heaving with deep, shuddering breaths. The ball gag was removed from her mouth, and she took in great gulps of air, her eyes red and wet from the intensity of her laughter.
Sarah looked at her with a knowing smile, the hair brushes still in her hand. "Now, where were we?" she mused, her gaze flicking over to Cameron. "Ah, yes. You were about to tell me where to tickle next, weren't you, Angel?"
The rookie nodded frantically, her eyes wide with fear and anticipation. "Her... her toes," she managed to say, her voice still hoarse from the laughter. "Tickle her toes."
Sarah's smile grew even more wicked as she approached Cameron's chair. She set down the hair brushes and picked up two electric toothbrushes, one for each hand. "Such a good little director," she cooed, her eyes flicking up to meet Cameron's. "Now, let's see if we can get those toes to tell us their secrets, shall we?"
With a gentle touch that belied the torment she was about to inflict, Sarah began to tie back Cameron's toes. The rookie's feet were indeed massive, with soles that were as smooth and pale as freshly fallen snow. The sound of the cords being pulled tight against the leather echoed through the room, a stark contrast to the whimpers that were escaping Cameron's mouth.
"Look at those big, sexy soles," Sarah murmured, her eyes raking over the expanse of flesh before her. "I've never seen anything quite like them." Her voice was filled with a mix of admiration and amusement, making Cameron's cheeks burn with a combination of embarrassment and anticipation.
The electric toothbrushes were placed at the base of Cameron's toes, the vibrations sending a shiver up her legs. Sarah's touch was feather-light, almost gentle, as she began to tickle the tender skin between Cameron's toes. The rookie's eyes grew wide with horror as she felt the giggles bubbling up again. "No, no, not there!" she pleaded, but it was too late.
Sarah had found her weak spot. The vibrations grew more intense, the toothbrushes moving in a pattern that had Cameron's legs kicking wildly against the chair. The dominatrix leaned in closer, her breath hot against the rookie's skin. "Why not here, love?" she asked, her voice a silky purr. "Is this not where you're most ticklish?"
The giggles grew louder, turning into full-blown laughter that made Cameron's whole body shake. Her eyes squeezed shut, she could feel her toes curling in response to the unbearable tickling. "P-please," she managed to gasp out, "not... not there!"
"But why not there?" Sarah asked, her voice a mix of genuine curiosity and mock innocence. She paused for a moment, the toothbrushes hovering just above the base of Cameron's toes. "Is there something you're not telling me?"
Cameron's laughter grew even more hysterical as she tried to form words through her giggles. "It's just... it's too sensitive!" she finally managed to say, her eyes pleading for mercy. "Please, not there, it's too much!"
Sarah leaned back, the toothbrushes still vibrating in her hands. "But why, love?" she asked, her voice a purr. "You know I love to hear that sweet little word from your lips."
Cameron's eyes were screwed shut, her face a picture of pure agony. "Please," she begged, her voice strained. "No... don't make me say it. It's just... I can't..."
Sarah's smile grew even wider, a twinkle in her eye. "But that's what makes it so much fun," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "Say it for me, Cameron. Just one little word. 'Tickle'."
Cameron's laughter grew more desperate as the toothbrushes continued their relentless dance around her toes. She knew what Sarah was after, the one word that would push her over the edge. The word itself seemed to hold some kind of power, a trigger that sent her body into a frenzy of uncontrollable giggles.
"Come now," Sarah coaxed, her voice like a siren's song. "Say it for me. Just one little word. 'Tickle.'"
The pressure was unbearable, the tickling had reached a crescendo that seemed to resonate through every nerve in Cameron's body. She bit her lip, her eyes screwed shut, her mind racing. The word was a key, the one that would unlock a new level of torment, and yet, she knew she couldn't hold out forever. The humiliation of giving in to the tickling was almost too much to bear, but the sensations on her feet from resisting were breaking her resolve.
Finally, with a whine that was half laugh, half cry, she uttered the word, "Tickle." It came out as a breathy whisper, barely audible over her own laughter, but it was enough. Sarah's eyes gleamed with victory, and she leaned in closer, the toothbrushes increasing their speed and intensity.
But the word had barely left Cameron's mouth before Sarah leaned back with a faux pout. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that," she said, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Could you say it just a little bit louder?"
Cameron's eyes snapped open, her cheeks flaming with a mix of anger and embarrassment. She glared at the dominatrix, her teeth clenched tightly. "TICKLE!" she yelled, the word ripped from her throat.
Sarah's smile grew even more smug. "Ah, that's more like it," she said, her eyes twinkling with sadistic pleasure. She leaned back in, placing the electric toothbrushes against the base of Cameron's toes once more.
The rookie's eyes watered as the vibrations grew stronger, her body jolting with each new wave of tickling. "Beg for it, Cameron," Sarah whispered, her voice a seductive hiss. "Beg me to keep tickling those delicious toes of yours."
Cameron's laughter grew more frantic as she tried to resist the overwhelming urge to scream for relief. "No, please, stop!!!" she gasped, her body writhing in the chair.
Sarah leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Beg for it," she whispered, her breath warm against Cameron's skin. "Beg me to keep tickling those gorgeous toes of yours."
Cameron's eyes darted between Sarah's smug expression and the electric toothbrushes that hovered over her toes. The thought of enduring the same hairbrush torture Angel had just suffered was almost too much. Her chest heaved with the effort to hold back her laughter, tears of desperation forming in the corners of her eyes. "P-please," she stuttered, her voice thick with the need for release. "Keep tickling me... I-I can't handle the hairbrush."
Sarah's smile grew even more wicked. "But you haven't told me where, my dear," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Where on those delicious toes of yours do you want me to tickle?"
Cameron took a deep, shaky breath, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "The... the sides," she managed, her voice a strangled whisper. "Tickle the sides of my toes."
Sarah's grin was a thing of beauty, a masterful blend of amusement and satisfaction. "If you insist Cameron." Sarah said cruelly. She brought the electric toothbrushes to the base of Cameron's toes, the buzzing a stark contrast to the silence that had briefly filled the room. The rookie's body tensed as the vibrations traveled up her legs, her toes curling and uncurling in their restraints.
Starting at the side of Cameron's big toe, Sarah began to work her way across one by one. Each pass of the toothbrush was a barrage of unbearable sensations.
The squeals grew louder, turning into full-blown laughter that echoed off the dungeon walls. Sarah's eyes remained locked on Cameron's, a silent challenge that seemed to say, "Can you handle this?" Cameron's breathing grew ragged as the tickling continued, her chest heaving with each gasp for air.
"Alright, my love," Sarah said, her voice a sweet caress in the cacophony of giggles. "Now it's time for you to think about how you want to see Angel tickled next."
Cameron's laughter stuttered to a halt, her eyes darting to her friend's bound and vulnerable feet. The sight of Angel's toes, so close yet so far from her own, brought a twinge of guilt to her stomach. But the game wasn't over yet, and she knew she had to play along.
"I... I want her naked, stretched out on the table," Cameron finally managed to say, her voice still thick with giggles. "Stretch her out and tickle her whole body."
Sarah's smile grew even wider at Cameron's desperate suggestion. "Ah, so you want to see the Bayou Barbie squirm, do you?" She set the electric toothbrushes down and moved to the side of the room, revealing a padded table that gleamed under the dim light. "Your wish is my command," she said, her voice a dark promise.
With a flick of her wrist, she unbuckled the straps holding Angel to the chair, and the rookie slumped forward, her legs wobbly from the prolonged tickling. She managed to stand, though her eyes remained fixed on the floor, avoiding contact with the dominatrix's gaze.
"On the table, darling," Sarah instructed, her voice a low purr. "We're going to give Cameron quite the show."
Angel's legs felt like jelly as she was guided to the padded surface, her eyes darting to the clock on the wall. Her heart sank as she saw that thirty minutes still remained of her two-hour ordeal. It felt like an eternity had passed since she first stepped into the room, and yet it was still far from over.
Sarah started peeling Angels clothes off, her sweat soaked tank top, next her bra. Sarah gave Angels small dark nipples a light squeeze as they stood firmly at attention from all of the stimulation. Next Sarah removed Angels yoga pants and underwear and began securing Angel onto the table. Sarah secured her wrists, elbows, waist, knees and ankles to the table. The sadists eyes flickering over the rookie's body with a mix of hunger and satisfaction. "Now, let's make this interesting," she said, her voice a silky promise of more torment to come. "You have thirty minutes left, and I have so much more planned for you, my sweet."
Her hand drifted to the table of instruments, picking up a stainless steel labia spreader and a small, sleek bullet vibrator. She held them up for Angel to see, her smile predatory. "Do you know what these are, darling?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
To be continued
Angel's eyes went wide with terror as the ball gag filled her mouth, silencing her laughter. The taste of rubber filled her senses, and she knew she was in for a world of trouble. The sight of the hair brushes in Sarah's hand was like a nightmare come to life, and she wished she could take back her inability to focus. But it was too late now.
With a dramatic flourish, Sarah began to tickle Angel's soles with the hair brushes, the stiff plastic bristles digging into the sensitive skin with every stroke. The sensation was unlike anything Angel had ever felt before, the intense sensation had her body writhing in the chair. She squirmed and kicked, trying to pull her feet away, but the toe ties and stocks held her in place, leaving her at the mercy of the dominatrix's sadistic whims.
The muffled sounds of her own screams echoed in Angel's ears, the ball gag effectively silencing her cries of despair. She could feel the panic rising in her chest, the urge to laugh and scream all at once overwhelming her. Her eyes watered and she began to drool around the rubber intrusion in her mouth, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red.
Sarah watched her squirm with a smug satisfaction, her movements deliberate and calculated. "Now, now, my sweet Bayou Barbie," she cooed, her voice a mockery of comfort. "Isn't this what you wanted?" She dragged the hairbrushes along the long, pale soles of Angel's feet, the bristles digging into the tender flesh, sending waves of tickling torment through her body. "Coochie coo, coochie coo," she sang in a high-pitched, babyish voice, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Tickle tickle, next it'll be your toes."
Cameron watched, horrified yet unable to look away, as the scene unfolded before her. The sight of Angel's eyes going even wider at the mention of her toes was almost comical, if not for the genuine distress written on her face. Cameron knew what was coming, and she felt a pang of guilt for her earlier actions. But she also knew that she didn't want to be the one in the chair with those brushes on her own feet.
The timer on the wall ticked down, each second feeling like an eternity. When it finally hit zero, Sarah stopped abruptly, holding the hair brushes aloft like a chef presenting a masterpiece. "Ah, so we've reached the end of your punishment," she said, her voice dripping with fake regret. "Lucky you didn't get to experience these little beauties on those sexy long toes."
Angel's body slumped with relief in the chair, her chest heaving with deep, shuddering breaths. The ball gag was removed from her mouth, and she took in great gulps of air, her eyes red and wet from the intensity of her laughter.
Sarah looked at her with a knowing smile, the hair brushes still in her hand. "Now, where were we?" she mused, her gaze flicking over to Cameron. "Ah, yes. You were about to tell me where to tickle next, weren't you, Angel?"
The rookie nodded frantically, her eyes wide with fear and anticipation. "Her... her toes," she managed to say, her voice still hoarse from the laughter. "Tickle her toes."
Sarah's smile grew even more wicked as she approached Cameron's chair. She set down the hair brushes and picked up two electric toothbrushes, one for each hand. "Such a good little director," she cooed, her eyes flicking up to meet Cameron's. "Now, let's see if we can get those toes to tell us their secrets, shall we?"
With a gentle touch that belied the torment she was about to inflict, Sarah began to tie back Cameron's toes. The rookie's feet were indeed massive, with soles that were as smooth and pale as freshly fallen snow. The sound of the cords being pulled tight against the leather echoed through the room, a stark contrast to the whimpers that were escaping Cameron's mouth.
"Look at those big, sexy soles," Sarah murmured, her eyes raking over the expanse of flesh before her. "I've never seen anything quite like them." Her voice was filled with a mix of admiration and amusement, making Cameron's cheeks burn with a combination of embarrassment and anticipation.
The electric toothbrushes were placed at the base of Cameron's toes, the vibrations sending a shiver up her legs. Sarah's touch was feather-light, almost gentle, as she began to tickle the tender skin between Cameron's toes. The rookie's eyes grew wide with horror as she felt the giggles bubbling up again. "No, no, not there!" she pleaded, but it was too late.
Sarah had found her weak spot. The vibrations grew more intense, the toothbrushes moving in a pattern that had Cameron's legs kicking wildly against the chair. The dominatrix leaned in closer, her breath hot against the rookie's skin. "Why not here, love?" she asked, her voice a silky purr. "Is this not where you're most ticklish?"
The giggles grew louder, turning into full-blown laughter that made Cameron's whole body shake. Her eyes squeezed shut, she could feel her toes curling in response to the unbearable tickling. "P-please," she managed to gasp out, "not... not there!"
"But why not there?" Sarah asked, her voice a mix of genuine curiosity and mock innocence. She paused for a moment, the toothbrushes hovering just above the base of Cameron's toes. "Is there something you're not telling me?"
Cameron's laughter grew even more hysterical as she tried to form words through her giggles. "It's just... it's too sensitive!" she finally managed to say, her eyes pleading for mercy. "Please, not there, it's too much!"
Sarah leaned back, the toothbrushes still vibrating in her hands. "But why, love?" she asked, her voice a purr. "You know I love to hear that sweet little word from your lips."
Cameron's eyes were screwed shut, her face a picture of pure agony. "Please," she begged, her voice strained. "No... don't make me say it. It's just... I can't..."
Sarah's smile grew even wider, a twinkle in her eye. "But that's what makes it so much fun," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "Say it for me, Cameron. Just one little word. 'Tickle'."
Cameron's laughter grew more desperate as the toothbrushes continued their relentless dance around her toes. She knew what Sarah was after, the one word that would push her over the edge. The word itself seemed to hold some kind of power, a trigger that sent her body into a frenzy of uncontrollable giggles.
"Come now," Sarah coaxed, her voice like a siren's song. "Say it for me. Just one little word. 'Tickle.'"
The pressure was unbearable, the tickling had reached a crescendo that seemed to resonate through every nerve in Cameron's body. She bit her lip, her eyes screwed shut, her mind racing. The word was a key, the one that would unlock a new level of torment, and yet, she knew she couldn't hold out forever. The humiliation of giving in to the tickling was almost too much to bear, but the sensations on her feet from resisting were breaking her resolve.
Finally, with a whine that was half laugh, half cry, she uttered the word, "Tickle." It came out as a breathy whisper, barely audible over her own laughter, but it was enough. Sarah's eyes gleamed with victory, and she leaned in closer, the toothbrushes increasing their speed and intensity.
But the word had barely left Cameron's mouth before Sarah leaned back with a faux pout. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that," she said, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Could you say it just a little bit louder?"
Cameron's eyes snapped open, her cheeks flaming with a mix of anger and embarrassment. She glared at the dominatrix, her teeth clenched tightly. "TICKLE!" she yelled, the word ripped from her throat.
Sarah's smile grew even more smug. "Ah, that's more like it," she said, her eyes twinkling with sadistic pleasure. She leaned back in, placing the electric toothbrushes against the base of Cameron's toes once more.
The rookie's eyes watered as the vibrations grew stronger, her body jolting with each new wave of tickling. "Beg for it, Cameron," Sarah whispered, her voice a seductive hiss. "Beg me to keep tickling those delicious toes of yours."
Cameron's laughter grew more frantic as she tried to resist the overwhelming urge to scream for relief. "No, please, stop!!!" she gasped, her body writhing in the chair.
Sarah leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Beg for it," she whispered, her breath warm against Cameron's skin. "Beg me to keep tickling those gorgeous toes of yours."
Cameron's eyes darted between Sarah's smug expression and the electric toothbrushes that hovered over her toes. The thought of enduring the same hairbrush torture Angel had just suffered was almost too much. Her chest heaved with the effort to hold back her laughter, tears of desperation forming in the corners of her eyes. "P-please," she stuttered, her voice thick with the need for release. "Keep tickling me... I-I can't handle the hairbrush."
Sarah's smile grew even more wicked. "But you haven't told me where, my dear," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Where on those delicious toes of yours do you want me to tickle?"
Cameron took a deep, shaky breath, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "The... the sides," she managed, her voice a strangled whisper. "Tickle the sides of my toes."
Sarah's grin was a thing of beauty, a masterful blend of amusement and satisfaction. "If you insist Cameron." Sarah said cruelly. She brought the electric toothbrushes to the base of Cameron's toes, the buzzing a stark contrast to the silence that had briefly filled the room. The rookie's body tensed as the vibrations traveled up her legs, her toes curling and uncurling in their restraints.
Starting at the side of Cameron's big toe, Sarah began to work her way across one by one. Each pass of the toothbrush was a barrage of unbearable sensations.
The squeals grew louder, turning into full-blown laughter that echoed off the dungeon walls. Sarah's eyes remained locked on Cameron's, a silent challenge that seemed to say, "Can you handle this?" Cameron's breathing grew ragged as the tickling continued, her chest heaving with each gasp for air.
"Alright, my love," Sarah said, her voice a sweet caress in the cacophony of giggles. "Now it's time for you to think about how you want to see Angel tickled next."
Cameron's laughter stuttered to a halt, her eyes darting to her friend's bound and vulnerable feet. The sight of Angel's toes, so close yet so far from her own, brought a twinge of guilt to her stomach. But the game wasn't over yet, and she knew she had to play along.
"I... I want her naked, stretched out on the table," Cameron finally managed to say, her voice still thick with giggles. "Stretch her out and tickle her whole body."
Sarah's smile grew even wider at Cameron's desperate suggestion. "Ah, so you want to see the Bayou Barbie squirm, do you?" She set the electric toothbrushes down and moved to the side of the room, revealing a padded table that gleamed under the dim light. "Your wish is my command," she said, her voice a dark promise.
With a flick of her wrist, she unbuckled the straps holding Angel to the chair, and the rookie slumped forward, her legs wobbly from the prolonged tickling. She managed to stand, though her eyes remained fixed on the floor, avoiding contact with the dominatrix's gaze.
"On the table, darling," Sarah instructed, her voice a low purr. "We're going to give Cameron quite the show."
Angel's legs felt like jelly as she was guided to the padded surface, her eyes darting to the clock on the wall. Her heart sank as she saw that thirty minutes still remained of her two-hour ordeal. It felt like an eternity had passed since she first stepped into the room, and yet it was still far from over.
Sarah started peeling Angels clothes off, her sweat soaked tank top, next her bra. Sarah gave Angels small dark nipples a light squeeze as they stood firmly at attention from all of the stimulation. Next Sarah removed Angels yoga pants and underwear and began securing Angel onto the table. Sarah secured her wrists, elbows, waist, knees and ankles to the table. The sadists eyes flickering over the rookie's body with a mix of hunger and satisfaction. "Now, let's make this interesting," she said, her voice a silky promise of more torment to come. "You have thirty minutes left, and I have so much more planned for you, my sweet."
Her hand drifted to the table of instruments, picking up a stainless steel labia spreader and a small, sleek bullet vibrator. She held them up for Angel to see, her smile predatory. "Do you know what these are, darling?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
To be continued
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