Part 2
The days leading up to the visit to 'The Giggling Gauntlet' were filled with a mix of excitement and anxiety. Bella couldn't help but think about the different scenarios that could unfold in the dimly lit, music-filled space. She spent hours searching online for the perfect outfit, something that would show off her body while also leaving her vulnerable to the tickling she knew was to come.
Finally, the night arrived. Bella chose a red bikini that contained her ample breasts, a pair of tight, cut-off denim shorts that hugged her ass, and a white flowy spaghetti strap tank.She knew the clothing would be easy to remove, or even better, to have tickled off piece by piece. She applied a light dusting of glitter to her skin, making it sparkle under the club lights.
The taxi pulled up to the nondescript building, the bass of the music thumping through the walls. Bella's heart pounded in her chest as she stepped out, feeling the anticipation build with every beat. The bouncer, a large, intimidating man with a knowing smile, checked her ID and handed her a waiver to sign. The words "No Refunds, No Exceptions" were bolded at the bottom, sending a shiver of excitement down her spine.
Inside, the club was a cacophony of laughter and squeals, the air thick with the scent of desire and sweat. The walls were lined with booths, each filled with eager spectators watching the scenes unfold on the dance floor. Bella's eyes widened as she took in the sight before her: a sea of writhing, giggling bodies, each one being mercilessly tickled by the dancers in skimpy outfits.
The music was a pulsing bass that vibrated through her chest, setting her heart racing even faster. She felt a hand on her arm and turned to find Vivian, dressed in a black bikini, covered by an open white button-up shirt, dark blue denim cutoffs, and black heeled sandals.
Bella smiles big and moves close into Vivian and rubs her arms saying hello. This catches Vivian completely off guard. Bella has done her research on Vivian before she came to the club. Vivian is not used to someone coming on to her, and as a mistress of a tickle dungeon, she has also never been tickled before. Bella does her research on Vivian to find out how she avoids being tickled at the club. Bella's gaze takes in Vivian's looks and wonders if her plan to get Vivian tickled in the club as well will work.
They make their way to the bar, where Vivian orders them both a drink, something fruity and sweet to ease the tension. Bella watches as the bartender mixes their drinks, her eyes darting around the room, taking in the sights and sounds of the club. She notices the way the dancers move, the way their hands glide over the bodies of their unwilling subjects, eliciting peals of laughter and cries for mercy. It's like nothing she's ever seen before, and she can't help but feel a rush of excitement.
Vivian leans in close, whispering in Bella's ear, "Remember, you're here to have fun. Don't let anyone push you further than you're comfortable with." Her breath is warm and tickles the sensitive skin beneath her ear, sending a shiver down Bella's spine. She nods, her heart racing with excitement. She's ready for this.
They sip their drinks, the sweetness coating their tongues as they survey the dance floor. Bella's eyes widen as she sees a particularly intense scene unfolding. A young woman, dressed in a neon pink bikini, is being tickled by a group of dancers. Her laughter is uncontrollable, her body writhing and bucking against the hands that torment her. The sight makes Bella's own skin tingle with anticipation.
Vivian notices her gaze and leans in, her voice a seductive murmur. "Would you like to join the fun?" she asks, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
Bella's heart races, and she nods eagerly. "Yes," she whispers, her voice thick with desire.
Vivian's smile widens, and she takes Bella's hand, leading her through the throngs of dancers. The music is deafening, the lights strobing across the sea of bodies. They stop at the edge of the dance floor, where the air is charged with energy.
Bella feels a mix of excitement and fear as Vivian whispers, "Ready?" She nods, her pulse racing as Vivian gives her a gentle push. The crowd parts, and she's suddenly in the midst of it all, the beat of the music pulsing through her. Hands, feathers, and tickling fingers come from all directions, attacking her sides, her feet, her neck. She giggles, the sound swallowed by the cacophony of laughter around her.
Her body responds instinctively, squirming and twisting to escape the relentless onslaught. She's aware of Vivian watching, her eyes gleaming with approval. Bella closes her eyes, letting herself be swept away by the sensation. It's overwhelming, a symphony of touch that makes her want to laugh and scream at the same time.
The dancers are masters of their craft, their fingers skimming over her most sensitive spots, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Bella feels a hand slip under her tank top, tickling her ribs, and she can't help but gasp. The fabric of her bikini feels tight around her breasts, the pressure building as she laughs harder.
Her eyes snap open, and she finds herself staring into the eyes of a dancer, a woman with a mischievous smile and glittering eyes. The dancer's fingers dance over her stomach, and Bella's laughter turns into a gasp of surprise as the woman's hand slides down, brushing against the denim fabric covering her pussy.
Vivian watches from the sidelines, her eyes never leaving Bella. She sees the moment her pupil's dilate, the moment she surrenders fully to the sensations. Bella's laughter is infectious, drawing more dancers to her, eager to feel the vibrations of her mirth.
The dancer's hand continues to tease Bella, the fabric of her shorts growing damp as her arousal builds. She tries to push the woman away, but her body betrays her, arching into the touch instead. The crowd around them cheers, urging the dancer on, their own excitement feeding into the frenzy.
Vivian can see the beginnings of panic in Bella's eyes, but she knows her submissive is safe. The rules of the club are clear: no one goes further than the tickled party allows. She watches as Bella's laughter turns to plead for mercy, her voice a breathy moan that only serves to excite the dancers more.
The crowd of ticklers around Bella grows denser, their hands moving with practiced precision to her most sensitive areas. A dancer with a feather boa brushes it along her legs, making her shiver and squirm, her giggles turning into moans of pleasure. Another dancer, a man with a devilish grin, tickles the soles of her feet, and Bella's laughter reaches a crescendo, her legs kicking out as she tries to escape his tormenting touch.
Vivian can't help but feel a sense of pride as she watches Bella's body respond so beautifully to the tickling. The sight of her squirming, begging for mercy, is intoxicating. But she also notices the way the dancers are starting to get bolder, their touches becoming more intimate. She knows Bella's limits are being tested, and she wonders if the young woman will crack under the pressure.
Bella's eyes dart around the room, searching for an escape, but all she sees is a sea of faces, each one eager to add their own tickles to the mix. Her laughter turns into desperate pleas, her body writhing and bucking against the hands that won't let up. She's never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, and yet, a part of her loves it.
Vivian nods to one of the club's regulars, a tall, muscular man with a wicked smile. He steps forward, his fingers already twitching with anticipation. He starts at Bella's neck, his touch feather-light, making her gasp. She tries to pull away, but the dancers have her surrounded, their grip on her tightening.
The man's fingers dance down her chest, tickling the sensitive skin between her breasts, and Bella's legs give out. She's laughing so hard she can barely breathe, her body shaking with the effort to stay upright. The dancers hold her up, keeping her in place as the man's touch becomes more insistent.
Vivian watches, her eyes narrowing slightly. She knows Bella is enjoying this, but she also sees the hint of desperation in her eyes. She decides it's time to intervene, to remind her who's in control. She strides through the crowd, her own heart racing with excitement. She reaches Bella, her hand coming to rest on her shoulder.
"Do you need a break, my little tickling slut?" she asks, her voice loud enough to be heard over the music.
Bella gasps for air, her eyes watering from laughter. "N-no, Mistress," she stammers, not wanting the delicious torment to end."But you're gonna need one when they are done with you."
Vivian's eyes widened, the realization dawning on her. "What do you mean?" she asks, her voice a mix of surprise and arousal.
Suddenly more dancers come to the floor and surround Vivian. Vivian is always in control, but all of a sudden she becomes the unsuspecting innocent girl to fall prey to the club patrons. She is not comfortable and feels like one of her shy scared first time customers if her tickle dungeon.
Bella's eyes light up with mischief as she watches the scene unfold. She had done her homework, knowing that Vivian had a secret tickling kink that she kept hidden from her clients. She offered a special tickle session to the owner of the club if he allowed the ultimate tickling experience to not be stopped against Vivian. The dancers start to close in on Vivian, their fingers poised to strike.
Vivian's heart races as the dancers move closer, their eyes gleaming with excitement. She tries to protest, but her voice is lost in the din of the club. Suddenly, she feels a hand on her side, and she jumps, letting out a surprised giggle. The dancers swarm around her, their hands and feathers finding every sensitive spot they can reach.
Her laughter is forced out of her, a mix of shock and pleasure. She tries to pull away, but the hands are too many, too strong. She looks over at Bella, who is watching with a smug smile, her own tickling session continuing. The tables have turned, and Vivian is now the one begging for mercy.
The dancers are relentless, their fingers digging into her sides, her stomach, her underarms. The fabric of her shirt is pushed aside, revealing her ticklish torso to the eager crowd. She feels the cool air of the club against her skin, and her body reacts with a fresh wave of goosebumps.
Vivian's laughter is a mix of shock and pleasure, her eyes locked on Bella's as she's held in place. The dancers are a blur of motion around her, their hands and feathers working in harmony to drive her to the brink of sanity. She tries to struggle, but her body is no match for their strength and speed.
Her laughter fills the room, echoing off the walls and mixing with the squeals of delight from the surrounding crowd. The feeling of being tickled by so many people at once is overwhelming, a sensation she's never experienced before. Her body jerks and twists, trying to escape the onslaught, but it's like fighting a hydra; every time she gets one hand away, another takes its place.
The man with the feather boa moves in closer, wrapping it around her neck and tickling her collarbone. She gasps, her laughter turning into a strangled cry as she tries to pull away. His grip tightens, and she feels the feathers slide down the front of her shirt, tickling her breasts. The sensation sends a bolt of pleasure through her, and she arches her back, her legs kicking out wildly.
Bella's eyes gleam with satisfaction as she watches Vivian squirm. She had hoped to give her a taste of her own medicine, but she had never imagined it would be so intense. The crowd is loving the show, their cheers and laughter egging the dancers on.
Vivian's face is flushed, her sandy brown hair sticking to her forehead as she giggles uncontrollably. Her body jerks in response to the tickling, her breasts bouncing in her bikini top. She tries to push the dancers away, but they're too fast, too strong. Her laughter turns into desperate pleas for mercy, her eyes shining with a mix of fear and arousal.
Bella can't help but feel a thrill at seeing Vivian in such a vulnerable state. She had never seen her so unguarded, so fully engaged in the tickling experience. The dancers are merciless, their hands moving from Vivian's ribs to her inner thighs, her laughter turning into squeaks of protest.
Vivian's eyes meet Bella's, a silent plea for rescue, but Bella has her own tickling problems as well and looks at her in the same pleading manner.
The music grew louder, the lights flashed brighter, and the dancers' movements grew more erratic as they sensed the power shift in the room. Bella felt a thrill of excitement as she watched Vivian's controlled demeanor crumble under the onslaught of tickling. Her own laughter mingled with Vivian's, their shared experience creating a bond she hadn't anticipated.
The dancers continued to work in tandem, their hands and feathers moving with precision to keep both women on the edge of their limits. Bella felt her own arousal building, her bikini top feeling tighter with each breath she took. She was acutely aware of the eyes on her, the desire in the air palpable as the crowd watched her squirm and giggle.
Vivian's body was a canvas of sensation, her skin prickling with goosebumps as the feathers and fingers danced over her flesh. Her mind raced, trying to process the sudden shift in power dynamics. She had never been the one to experience this side of the tickling world, and the thrill was intoxicating, even as she begged for it to stop.
The crowd around them grew more frenzied, the dancers feeding off their shared vulnerability. Bella felt the hands on her own body become more insistent, the tickles more intense. She struggled to stay upright, her legs feeling like jelly beneath her. The glitter on her skin caught the strobe lights, adding to the chaotic visual feast.
Vivian's laughter grew higher pitched, her body shaking violently as the dancers honed in on her most sensitive spots. Bella watched, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and concern. She had never seen Vivian like this, so out of control and at the mercy of others.
The man with the feather boa leaned in closer, his breath hot against Vivian's ear as he whispered something that made her giggle uncontrollably. He traced the boa down her spine, and she bucked against the dancers holding her, her body jolting with each new tickle.
Bella's own tickling grew more intense as she watched Vivian's reaction. She had never seen the woman so undone, so utterly at the mercy of her desires. It was a heady feeling, knowing that she had orchestrated this moment. Her own arousal grew, her body betraying her as she leaned into the hands that tormented her.
The dancers around them grew bolder, their touches more intimate as they pushed both women to their limits. The music, the lights, the laughter, it all became a blur as the tickling consumed them. Bella felt her breath catch in her throat as a dancer's hand brushed against her pussy, the fabric of her shorts and bikini the only barrier to the touch she craved.
Vivian's eyes squeezed shut, her body shaking with laughter as she was tickled in places she never knew could be so sensitive. The feeling of the feather boa against her skin was like a thousand tiny kisses, each one sending waves of pleasure through her body. She couldn't believe she was enjoying this, that she had allowed herself to be put in such a vulnerable position.
The dancers around them grew more daring, their hands slipping under fabric to tickle skin that was usually reserved for more intimate moments. Bella felt a hand graze her ass cheek, and she squealed, her body jolting with surprise. The crowd roared with laughter, the energy in the room reaching a fever pitch.
Vivian's laughter grew wilder, her body contorting in ways she never thought possible. She was lost in the sensation, her mind a whirlwind of pleasure and panic. She had always been the one in control, the one wielding the tickling instruments, but now she was the plaything, and she couldn't get enough.
Bella watched, her own tickling reaching new heights as the dancers took their cue from Vivian's reaction. She felt a hand slip into her shorts, the roughness of the dancer's fingers sending a shock of pleasure through her. She bit her lip, trying to keep her composure, but the sensation was too much.
The music reached a crescendo, and so did the tickling. Vivian's body was a blur of motion, her laughter echoing through the club. Bella could feel the eyes of the crowd on her, the heat of their gazes adding to her own arousal. She looked back at Vivian, her chest heaving, her eyes shining with mischief.
Vivian's body was a map of red, her skin alight with the fire of a thousand feathers. Her legs buckled, and she was caught by the dancers, held in place as they continued their relentless assault. Her cries for mercy grew more desperate, her voice strained with laughter and pleasure.
Bella felt the hand in her shorts move closer to her pussy, the anticipation driving her wild. She knew she was getting wet, and could feel the fabric sticking to her skin. The dancers around her noticed, their eyes glinting with excitement. One of them leaned in, whispering something in her ear that made her giggle and squirm even more.
The music switched to a slower beat, and the lights dimmed slightly, creating an intimate atmosphere. The dancers around Vivian and Bella grew more focused, their tickling more deliberate and precise. They had been given a show, and now they wanted to be part of it.
Bella felt a warm hand slide up her inner thigh, the dancer's grip firm as he moved closer to her bikini line. She bit her lip to stifle a gasp, her eyes meeting Vivian's in a silent plea for help. But Vivian was too lost in her own torment to notice, her body writhing and jerking as the feathers and fingers continued their relentless dance.
The hand in Bella's shorts reached her pussy, the rough fabric of the bikini providing little barrier to the dancer's skilled touch. She moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as the man teased her clit with the tip of his finger. The sensation was maddening, her body responding in ways she had never imagined.
Vivian's laughter had turned into whimpers, her body trembling with the effort to stay upright. The dancers had discovered her most sensitive spots, and they exploited them without mercy. The feather boa was replaced with a soft-bristled brush, the bristles tickling her nipples through her bikini top, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
Her breath hitched as the man whispered something in her ear, and she felt his breath on her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. The hand that had been teasing her ribs now danced along her inner thigh, making her legs quiver. The sensation was maddening, a delicious torment that she never knew she craved.
The dancers around her grew bolder, their hands moving over her body with a confidence that sent her pulse racing. She could feel the fabric of her bikini bottom stretching as the dancer's finger dipped beneath her shorts and it, teasing her wetness. The crowd's cheers grew louder, urging them on, and she knew she was on the edge of something she couldn't come back from.
Bella's eyes searched the room for a way out, but all she saw was a sea of smiling faces and eager hands. The club was a playground of pleasure and pain, and she had willingly stepped into the lion's den. The dancer's touch grew more insistent, and she couldn't help but moan, her body arching into the sensation.
Vivian felt the fabric of her open shirt fall off her shoulders. Her bikini top is now clearly visible as the cool air of the club hardens her nipples through her bikini. She gasped as the man with the brush began to tickle her breasts, the soft bristles teasing and tormenting her. She could feel her body responding, her nipples hardening with each touch through her bikini, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
The dancers around her took the cue, their hands reaching out to stroke and tickle her exposed skin. She felt a feather trace the line of her spine, sending a shiver down her body. The man with the brush grew more daring, his touch moving closer to her nipples, each stroke bringing her closer to the edge of ecstasy.
Bella's breathing grew ragged as the dancer's hand finally made contact with her wetness, his fingers sliding easily through her folds. She bucked against the touch, her body screaming for release. The crowd around them was a blur of smiles and glitter, their laughter and cheers fueling the fire of desire that burned within her.
Vivian felt a warm hand slip beneath her bikini top, the dancer's fingers tweaking her nipples, sending bolts of pleasure straight to her core. She couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her lips, her body jolting as the sensation overwhelmed her. The crowd roared with approval, the energy in the room thick with excitement.
The dancers around Bella grew bolder, their hands moving from her thighs to her breasts, the fabric of her bikini top straining against their touch. She felt her body respond, her nipples hardening as they were pinched and tickled through the fabric of her tank and bikini top. She was lost in the sensation, her mind a whirlwind of pleasure and fear.
Vivian's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking onto Bella's. She saw the same desperation and arousal mirrored in the young woman's eyes. The crowd had become a living, breathing entity, feeding off their vulnerability. The music grew slower, the lights dimmer, and the tickling grew more intimate, more personal.
The dancer behind Vivian finally slipped her bikini top aside, exposing her sensitive breasts to the cool air. His fingers found her hardened nipples, and she gasped as he began to tickle them with the feathers. The sensation was exquisite, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent waves of heat through her body.
Bella watched, her own breathing erratic as the dancer's hand inside her shorts found her clit. She bit her lip, her eyes squeezed shut, trying to hold back the orgasm that was building. The hands on her breasts grew more insistent, their touch driving her wild.
The crowd's cheers grew louder, the dancers' movements more deliberate as they pushed both women closer to the edge. Vivian's eyes never left Bella's, the connection between them a silent testament to the shared experience.
The dancer behind Vivian leaned in, his breath hot against her neck as he whispered, "You're going to cum for us, aren't you?" His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she nodded, unable to form coherent words. The brush was replaced with his mouth, his teeth grazing her sensitive nipples as he sucked and tickled them with his tongue.
Bella felt the pressure on her clit build, the dancer's thumb circling it with just the right amount of pressure. She threw her head back, her laughter turning into a keening cry as she came, her body spasming in the dancers' grip. The crowd erupted in cheers, their applause washing over her like a wave.
Vivian watched, her own body responding to Bella's climax. She felt the man's hand slip into her bikini bottom, his fingers teasing her clit as he whispered in her ear, "It's your turn now." Her laughter grew more desperate, her body tightening with anticipation.
The dancer's touch grew more insistent, his fingers sliding in and out of her, the tickling on her breasts now a blur of sensation. She felt the first stirrings of an orgasm, her body tightening around his hand. The crowd's eyes were on her, their excitement palpable.
Bella's breath hitched as she watched Vivian, her own body still pulsing from the intense pleasure she had just experienced. She could see the desire in Vivian's eyes, the way she leaned into the dancers' touch, even as she begged for it to stop. The power dynamics had shifted, and now it was Bella's turn to be the dominant one.
The dancers around Vivian grew more eager, their hands moving over her body with a new sense of urgency. They had seen Bella's response, and they wanted to push Vivian just as far. The man behind her began to tickle her thighs, moving closer to her pussy, and she moaned, her legs trembling.
Bella watched as Vivian's body was exposed to the room, her vulnerability laid bare. The dancers had peeled back her layers, revealing the woman beneath the Mistress. She felt a strange mix of guilt and excitement, knowing she had played a part in this.
The dancer's fingers inside Vivian grew more insistent, and she could see the tension building in the woman's body. Her legs began to tremble, and her eyes rolled back in her head. Bella knew that moment all too well, the moment when the tickling becomes too much, when the body can no longer distinguish between pleasure and pain.
Vivian's laughter grew louder, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The man's hand inside her shorts was a blur of motion, his fingers working her clit with a skill that left her no room to escape. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure in her core growing tighter with each tickle.
Bella watched, her own arousal spiking as she saw Vivian's body react. The power dynamic had shifted, and she reveled in the sight of her usually stoic Mistress being reduced to a giggling mess. The crowd was entranced, their eyes glued to the two women as they writhed in pleasure.
The dancer's thumb circled Vivian's clit with unrelenting pressure, his other hand moving to her hip to hold her in place. She felt the first wave of her climax approaching, her body tensing with anticipation. The dancers around her leaned in, their breath hot against her skin as they tickled her ribs and stomach, their touches deliberate and precise.
Bella's eyes were wide with excitement as she watched Vivian's body convulse with laughter and pleasure. She had never seen the woman so exposed, so raw. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. The dancers around her grew more daring, their tickling moving closer to her own bikini line.
Vivian's moans grew louder, her body shaking uncontrollably as the dancer's touch grew more intense. She could feel the orgasm building, her body tightening with each feather stroke and tickle. The crowd was a sea of smiles and glitter, their energy feeding into the scene playing out before them.
The dancer's hand inside her shorts grew more insistent, his fingers moving in a pattern that sent her spiraling towards climax. She couldn't believe this was happening, couldn't believe she was letting it happen, but the sensation was too much to resist. Her laughter grew more desperate, her body moving of its own accord as it sought relief. Her hands grasping her unbuttoned shorts to keep them from falling off her hips.
Bella watched, her heart racing as Vivian's body tensed. She felt a strange thrill knowing that she had orchestrated this moment, that she had pushed her Mistress to this point. The power she had in this space was intoxicating, and she didn't want it to end.
The dancer's hand inside Vivian's shorts grew more forceful, his thumb pressing down on her clit with a firmness that made her legs quiver. The crowd leaned in, their breath hot against her skin, their eyes gleaming with excitement. They could feel the tension in the air, the anticipation of Vivian's climax.
Bella felt a hand slip into her own shorts, the dancer's fingers teasing her already sensitive pussy. She moaned, her body arching into the touch, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through her. She was lost in the moment, her fear and excitement melding into one.
Vivian's eyes rolled back in her head, her laughter turning into a scream of pleasure as the dancer's touch brought her to the brink. Her body tensed, and she felt the explosion of her orgasm, her legs giving out beneath her. The dancers held her up, their tickling continuing even as she came, the sensation overwhelming her.
The crowd roared with excitement, their laughter and cheers mixing with the music as Vivian's body convulsed. Bella felt another hand slip inside her own shorts, the dancer's fingers finding her clit and mimicking the motions she had seen on Vivian. She couldn't help but moan, her body responding to the intense pleasure.
Vivian's orgasm seemed to last forever, her body shaking with each wave of pleasure that crashed over her. The dancers held her up, their hands continuing to tickle and tease her sensitive spots, their smiles wide and hungry for more. As the climax subsided, she looked at Bella, her eyes glazed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
Bella felt the dancer's hand in her shorts tighten around her clit, and she knew she was next. The fear was palpable, but so was the excitement. She had seen Vivian's vulnerability, and now it was her turn to be the star of the show. The crowd's anticipation was like a living thing, wrapping around her, urging her to let go.
The dancers holding her tightened their grip, their hands moving to tickle her ribs and stomach, as her tank top is now pushed over her chest showing off her bikini top, their touches growing more insistent. She could feel the pressure building, the same tickling torment that had driven Vivian to the edge. Her breath grew shallow, her body straining against the dancers' firm hold.
The hand inside her shorts worked faster, the dancer's fingers playing with her clit with a mastery that left her gasping. She could feel her orgasm approaching, the same intense pleasure that had claimed Vivian. The dancers around her leaned in, their breath hot on her skin, their eyes gleaming with excitement.
The tickling on her ribs grew more feverish, the sensation sending her over the edge. Bella's laughter turned into a scream as she came, her body convulsing in the dancers' grip. The crowd erupted in applause, their cheers echoing through the club. She was lost in the moment, her body a canvas for the dancers' artful torment.
Vivian watched, her own breath ragged from the intensity of her own climax. She felt a strange mix of pride and arousal as she took in the sight of Bella's exposed body, the young woman's face a mask of pleasure and pain. The dancers had claimed her, had made her their own, and she had loved every second of it.
The dancer's hand in Bella's shorts didn't relent, his fingers moving in a blur as he brought her to the edge again. Her moans grew louder, her body arching and writhing as she fought for control. The fabric of her bikini was damp with sweat and desire, her breasts heaving with each breath.
Vivian felt a strange sense of satisfaction watching Bella's unraveling. She had never seen the girl so vulnerable, so open to the chaos of the tickling scene. Her own body still hummed with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her breasts sensitive and swollen from the dancers' attentions.
The man holding Bella's clit whispered something into her ear, and she jerked, a fresh wave of laughter bubbling up from her chest. The crowd leaned in closer, eager to see how far she would go. Bella's eyes found Vivian's, and for a brief moment, she saw the panic in them, the realization of what she had signed up for.
Vivian's own body was still a mess of sensations, her skin sensitive and her nipples hard from the relentless tickling. The dancers had backed off slightly, allowing her to catch her breath, but she knew it was only a reprieve. The game was far from over.
Bella's cries grew more desperate as the dancer's hand inside her shorts brought her to another peak. Her body quivered, and she felt her second orgasm building. She had never been so exposed, so at the mercy of others' whims, and yet the thrill of it was intoxicating.
The dancers around her grew more eager, their tickling becoming more vigorous as they watched her struggle for control. Hands grazed her thighs, her stomach, her breasts, each touch sending a new rush of sensation through her. She tried to push them away, but her body was too sensitive, her muscles too weak from the onslaught of pleasure. Her tank top is wicked over her head and weak arms raised to remove it completely.
Bella felt the cool air of the club against her bare skin, and the sensation only added to the chaos of emotions racing through her. The dancers' eyes were on her, hungry for more, and she knew she had to give it to them. She arched her back, her breasts thrusting upwards, and let out a laugh that was half pleasure, half scream.
The dancer's hand inside her shorts was relentless, his touch driving her towards another climax. She could feel her body tightening around his fingers, her muscles clenching and releasing in a rhythm that matched the pounding bass of the music. The crowd's cheers grew louder, urging her on.
Vivian watched Bella's face contort with pleasure, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed. She couldn't believe the transformation that had taken place, from a curious newcomer to a willing participant in this erotic dance of power and submission. Her own body was still reeling from the intensity of her own climax, the ache in her breasts and the wetness between her legs a constant reminder of the pleasure she had just experienced.
The dancer's hand inside Bella's shorts grew more insistent, and she felt the girl's body tense around his fingers. With a final, desperate giggle, Bella's orgasm crashed over her, her legs giving out as the dancers held her up. The room was a whirl of lights and sound, the air thick with the scent of arousal and sweat.
Vivian stepped forward, her eyes never leaving Bella's. The crowd parted for her, their respect for the Mistress palpable. She took Bella's hand, leading her through the sea of dancers, their eyes lingering on the exposed flesh of the two women.
As Vivian leads Bella to the Vip area, the ladies adjust their bikinis back into position and fasten up their shorts. Their shirts are lost in the sea clothes on the dance floor behind them.
The two women stumble through the club, their bodies still trembling from the intense tickling. The VIP section is dimly lit, with plush couches and a private bar. The air is thick with the scent of desire and the faint sound of laughter from other rooms hinted at the scenes playing out behind closed doors.
Suddenly the owner of the club arrives and whisks the ladies to his private office, with tickling devices ready to be used.
The owner, a portly man with a slicked-back ponytail and a glint in his eye, greeted them with a smile that made Bella's stomach flip. He was notorious in the tickling underground for his creativity and lack of boundaries. Vivian had warned her, but the excitement of the evening had left her eager for more.
He led them into a dimly lit office, the walls adorned with an array of tickling instruments that glinted in the soft glow of the candles. The air was thick with the scent of leather and something else, something darker, that made Bella's pulse race.
Vivian's hand was cold and damp in hers, the sticky residue of their shared experience a stark reminder of what they had just been through. The room was a stark contrast to the chaotic club, a private sanctum of indulgence and debauchery.
The owner gestured to the couch, his gaze lingering on their flushed skin and the evidence of their recent climaxes. "Welcome, my dears," he purred, his eyes raking over their bodies with a hunger that made Bella's skin crawl. "I've heard quite the commotion out there. It seems you've been putting on quite the show."
Vivian's grip tightened, and Bella felt a flicker of uncertainty. This wasn't part of the plan, but the thrill of the unknown sent a shiver down her spine. The owner poured them both a glass of champagne, his hand lingering on Bella's arm as he offered it to her.
The cool liquid slipped down her throat, bubbling in her stomach, mixing with the fire of arousal that still burned within her. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, as Vivian took a seat beside her. The couch was soft, enveloping her in a warm embrace that she hadn't realized she needed.
The owner's gaze never left them, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he took a seat across from them. "I have a little surprise for you both," he said, his voice low and velvety. "A little something to show my appreciation for the... entertainment you've provided."
Vivian's eyes narrowed slightly, but she remained silent, sipping her champagne as she assessed the situation. Bella felt a thrill of excitement mixed with trepidation. She had come to the club seeking new experiences, and it seemed she was about to get them in spades.
The owner reached behind his desk and pulled out a velvet-covered box. He opened it with a dramatic flourish, revealing an assortment of tickling devices that made Bella's heart race. There were feathers, brushes, and something that looked like a small, rubber octopus with wiggling tentacles.
"Ah, I see you've noticed my little collection," he said with a chuckle. "These are some of my personal favorites. I thought perhaps you'd like to... try them out?"
Bella's eyes widened at the sight, her heart racing. She felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, her body still thrumming from the public tickling she had endured. The thought of being tickled by this stranger in such an intimate setting was both terrifying and thrilling.
Vivian set her glass down with a thud, her expression unreadable. "We're not here for a private show," she said firmly, her voice low and measured. "We're here to enjoy the club."
The owner's smile never wavered. "Ah, but think of the experience," he coaxed, his eyes lingering on Bella's heaving chest. "A chance to explore new sensations, new limits, in the privacy of my office."
Bella swallowed hard, her mind racing. The thought of being tickled by the owner, of being at his mercy, was both terrifying and exhilarating. She looked to Vivian for guidance, her eyes pleading for direction.
Vivian took a deep breath, the tension in the room thick as the owner's gaze switched between them, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "We're not for sale," she said, her voice firm, but the tremor in her hand betrayed her own curiosity.
"Well I'm afraid your services were already sold to me Vivian".
The owner's words hung in the air, thick with a threat that made Vivian's blood run cold. Bella's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing as she looked to Vivian for reassurance. The Mistress's eyes narrowed, her jaw clenching as she assessed the situation.
"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice low and dangerous.
The owner leaned back in his chair, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Your little friend here signed a waiver at the door. Did she forget to mention that part of the club's rules?" He pulled out a clipboard with a document attached to it, holding it up for them to see. "Bella here made a deal with me a few days ago to have you tickled the same as her while you're here so that's what's gonna happen".
Bella's face fell, realizing the depth of her deception. She had wanted to share this intense experience with Vivian, but had never intended for it to go this far. "Vivian, I'm sorry," she whispered, her eyes filling with tears.
Vivian's gaze remained locked on the owner, her eyes narrowed. "Is this true?" she demanded, her voice barely above a whisper.
Bella nodded, her voice trembling with fear and arousal. "I wanted you to... to feel what I felt," she managed to get out, her eyes darting between the tickling instruments and Vivian's stern expression.
Vivian's gaze never left the owner's, the tension in the room palpable. She took a deep breath, her mind racing with the implications of Bella's admission. She had been so caught up in the thrill of watching Bella's transformation that she had let her guard down.
"I'm sorry, Vivian," Bella whispered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "But...but I was attracted to you the moment I first laid eyes on you.....I like you. I wanted to share something...memorable with you." Her voice trailed off looking at Vivian.
"I'll leave you two alone for a moment to collect yourselves" the owner said as he got up and shut his office behind.
Vivian turned to Bella, her expression a tumult of emotions: anger, arousal, and confusion. "What have you done?" she hissed, her eyes flashing.
Bella took a shaky breath, her voice trembling. "I wanted to bring us closer," she confessed, her eyes pleading. "To show you that I'm serious about this, about us. I didn't know it would go this far." Bella said as her eyes filled with tears. Bella felt her heart breaking as Vivian stared back at her. "I've never felt an emotional attraction to anyone like this before........I'm sorry". Bella then stands up with her back to Vivian and walks toward the corner of the office in tears, emotionally heart broken, feeling she hurt Vivian, and betrayed her trust, thinking she ruined everything for herself.
Vivian sat in silence for a moment, her eyes on the floor, processing the revelation. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort to compose herself. When she looked up, she saw Bella's bare back, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat from the intense tickling and the emotional weight of the situation. No one had ever gone to such lengths just to share a special moment with her like this.
Her anger began to dissipate, replaced by a strange warmth in her chest. Despite the betrayal, she couldn't deny that Bella's gesture had been one of the most intense expressions of desire she had ever experienced. She stood up, her legs shaky, and approached the trembling figure in the corner.
"Bella," she said softly, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder. "Look at me."
Bella turned, her eyes red and swollen with tears. She searched Vivian's face for any sign of forgiveness, her body trembling with fear and need.
"What do you want from me?" Vivian's voice was soft, but there was an edge to it that made Bella's stomach clench.
Bella looked up, her eyes full of unshed tears. "I want us to experience this together," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I wanted to show you how much I... care for you."
Vivian studied her for a moment, the anger slowly draining from her expression. "Care for me?" she repeated, her voice softer now. "Is that what this is about?"
Bella nodded, her crying eyes never leaving Vivian's. "Yes," she whispered. "I've never felt like this before. I wanted to show you that I'm willing to go to any lengths to be with you, to understand you." Bella, more upset and emotionally crying with tears, turns her back again to Vivian and says "I'm so very sorry for hurting you, and putting you in this situation. I've never known a woman so strong and beautiful as you to bring out the best thing that has ever happened to me in my life."
No one had opened up their heart towards Vivian, the way Bella just did. Vivian's heart swelled with emotions she didn't know she was capable of feeling. She stepped closer to Bella, her hand gently turning her around to face her. "You're serious about this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Bella, balling her eyes out crying emotionally with a broken heart says "yes" and stares into Vivian's eyes with her lips trembling and eyes gushing tears, waiting for Vivian to shatter what's left of her broken heart with her rejection.
Vivian searched Bella's eyes, seeing the raw emotion and sincerity. No one has ever thought of her as someone that is so special. Her anger was replaced by a strange mix of feelings, something she hadn't felt in a very long time—a hint of affection, a spark of desire, and a hint of something more. She wiped the tears from Bella's cheeks with her thumbs, her eyes never leaving hers, and while trying to hide her own set of emotional tears, with a trembling voice she said to Bella "You really think I'm someone special."
Bella nodded vigorously, her sobs subsiding. "You're amazing," she managed to say, her voice thick with emotion. "You're strong, and powerful, and I... I just want to be a part of that." Bella says as her sobs Start again.
Vivian felt something shift within her. She had never allowed herself to be vulnerable like this, to care for someone so deeply that it hurt. But here she was, her heart racing, her body pulsing with desire and a strange warmth that she didn't recognize. As a tear rolls down Vivian's face she stares at Bella and says. "I'm afraid to open my heart again. How can I trust you after what you did tonight, regardless of why you did it."
Seeing Vivian in tears just shattered what was left of Bella's heart, as Bella cups her own face and drops to her knees letting out the louds sobs and most tears up to this point.
"I'm sorry," Bella whispered, her voice barely audible through her sobs. "I never wanted to hurt you. I just... I wanted to show you that I'm all in. That I'm not just playing around....
..please I'll do anything to make it right....I didn't know how to express the fact that I Love You" and with those three words, staring up at Vivian, Bella lost it.
Vivian felt a lump form in her throat. She had been hurt before, but the raw emotion in Bella's voice was undeniable. She bent down, her hand reaching for Bella's trembling chin, and tipped it up to meet her gaze. "You love me?" she asked, her voice hoarse.
Bella nodded, her eyes pleading. "More than anything," she choked out between sobs. "I didn't know how to tell you. I thought if you felt what I felt, you'd understand."
Vivian's heart breaks as she drops to her knees speechless.
Vivian's knees gave out beneath her, and she crouched down in front of Bella, her own eyes brimming with tears. Vivian couldn't believe what she heard and asked again "You love me?" she repeated, her voice cracking. She had never heard those words spoken with such sincerity, especially not in a place like this.
Bella's sobs grew louder as she nodded, her entire body shaking with the force of her emotions. "I do," she whispered.
Vivian stared at her, the weight of Bella's words heavy in the air. She had never expected to find love in the tickling underground, but here it was, raw and unfiltered, laid bare before her. Vivian with tears running down her face harder now, was speechless.
"You...you love me?" she asked again, the words feeling foreign on her tongue.
Bella nodded, her sobs growing softer as she watched Vivian's expression. "Yes," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I do."
Vivian's eyes searched Bella's, looking for any sign of deceit, but all she saw was a deep, unshakable love. The walls she had built around her heart began to crumble, and she felt something she hadn't felt in a very long time—hope. "Get up," she said gently, helping Bella to her feet. "We're leaving."
The owner's smug expression fell when they emerged from the office, hand in hand. He tried to protest, but the fiery determination in Vivian's eyes silenced him. Bella's heart swelled with relief and love, feeling the strength of Vivian's grip as they navigated through the crowd.
As they stepped out into the cool night air, the chaos of the club faded behind them. The neon lights cast an eerie glow on their faces, highlighting the tears and sweat that still lingered from their intense experience.
Vivian's hand was firm in Bella's, guiding her through the alleyways that led to her apartment. The sound of their heels echoing off the brick walls was the only sound that filled the silence between them.
Once inside, Vivian locked the door behind them and turned to face Bella. The intensity of the club was replaced by the soft glow of candles, casting shadows across the room that danced with the emotions playing out on their faces.
"You love me?" Vivian's voice was a mix of disbelief and wonder, her eyes searching Bella's face for any sign of deception. But all she saw was the raw, trembling vulnerability that mirrored her own feelings. "How...how did this happen?"
Bella looked down at their entwined fingers, feeling the warmth of Vivian's hand. "I don't know," she admitted, her voice small. "It just did. Being with you, experiencing this...it's changed me."
Vivian stepped closer, her heart racing as she studied Bella's tear-stained face. "And you want to be with me?" she asked, her voice a whisper.
Bella nodded, her eyes never leaving Vivian's. "More than anything," she murmured, the conviction in her voice unmistakable.
Vivian's hand rose to cup Bella's cheek, her thumb brushing away a stray tear. "And you're willing to go through this... for me?" she asked, her voice cracking.
Bella leaned into the gentle touch, her eyes never leaving Vivian's. "Yes," she whispered. "I'd do anything for you."
Vivian searched Bella's eyes, the gravity of the situation sinking in. She had never allowed herself to be vulnerable with someone before, but there was something about Bella that made her want to let go of her fears. With a deep breath, she closed the distance between them, her hand sliding around Bella's waist.
Their bodies pressed together, the heat of their skin a stark contrast to the cool air in the apartment. Vivian leaned in, her lips hovering just above Bella's, their breath mingling in the space between them. For a moment, they just stood there, the air thick with unspoken words and the echoes of their tumultuous evening. Then Vivian starts crying as she says softly to Bella. "Bella I've been hurt before, I'm scared"
Bella starts crying as she wraps her arms around Vivian's waist, holding her tightly. "I'm scared too," she whispered, her eyes never leaving Vivian's. "But I know we can do this together."
Vivian's arms snaked around Bella's shoulders, pulling her closer. "You're sure?" she asked, her voice thick with emotion.
Bella nodded, her eyes shining with determination. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," she whispered.
With a tremble that started in her chest and worked its way to her fingertips, Vivian closed the gap between them, pressing her lips to Bella's in a kiss that was gentle at first, almost tentative. But as Bella responded, her arms tightening around her, Vivian felt the passion she had been holding back for so long begin to unravel.
The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as if they were both trying to convey their love and fear in that single point of contact. Their tongues danced together, a silent conversation filled with unspoken promises and confessions.
Vivian's hands slid down Bella's body, her fingers tracing the lines of her tickling-sensitive skin. She knew every spot that would make Bella squirm and giggle, every inch that held the potential for both pleasure and pain. But tonight, it was different. The power dynamics had shifted, and she was no longer just the Mistress in charge.
Bella's hands roamed over Vivian's body, exploring the curves and planes that had been hidden beneath her usual attire. She felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, knowing that she was now on the same level as her Mistress, vulnerable and open to the same torments she had endured.
The kiss grew more passionate, their breaths mingling as they lost themselves in the moment. Vivian's hands began to tickle Bella's sides, the same way she had done in the club, but this time there was no fear, only a deep, intense love. Bella giggled into the kiss, her body responding instinctively to the touch she had come to crave.
Breaking away, Vivian looked into Bella's eyes, her own filled with a newfound tenderness. "I need to make sure you're ready for this," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "For everything that comes with loving someone like me."
Bella's cheeks flushed, but she met Vivian's gaze unflinchingly. "I am," she said, her voice firm. "I want this. I want us."
Vivian's hands continued to explore, her fingers dancing over Bella's bare skin. She traced the edge of Bella's bikini, her touch feather-light, teasing the sensitive flesh beneath. Bella's giggles grew more urgent, her body arching into the touch.
"I need to hear you say it," Vivian whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion. "Say that you want me to tickle you."
Bella's breath hitched as she felt the heat of Vivian's breath against her skin. "I want you to tickle me," she murmured, her voice a mix of anticipation and need.
Vivian's eyes darkened with desire as she leaned in, her lips skimming Bella's neck. "And do you want me to make you laugh?" she asked, her voice a low purr.
Bella nodded, her breathing becoming more ragged. "Yes," she gasped, "make me laugh."
Vivian's fingers dipped beneath the fabric of Bella's shorts and bikini, her touch feather-light as she began to tickle the sensitive skin of her stomach. Bella's laughter filled the room, a sweet sound that sent a thrill through Vivian's body. She had never felt this way before, this mix of power and vulnerability, of giving and receiving pleasure.
Their kiss grew more intense, their tongues dancing together as Vivian's tickling grew more insistent. Bella's laughter turned to gasps, her body squirming against Vivian's touch. The sound of fabric rustling and skin sliding filled the air as they both lost themselves in the moment.
Vivian's hands roamed further, teasing the sensitive flesh of Bella's thighs, her fingers inching closer to the wetness that awaited her. Bella's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed as she gave in to the sensation. The fear of the unknown was replaced by a thrilling anticipation, a desire to push past her boundaries and explore this new side of herself.
"And do you want me to make you cum?" Vivian's voice was a seductive whisper, her breath hot against Bella's ear.
Bella's eyes snapped open, her cheeks flaming red. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so alive. "Yes," she breathed, her voice barely a murmur. "I want you to make me cum."
Vivian's smile grew wicked, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "As you wish," she purred, her fingers sliding under the fabric of Bella's bikini. The soft, wet warmth of Bella's pussy met her touch, and she felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her own body. She had never been with someone who trusted her so completely, who was willing to hand over their pleasure so willingly.
Her fingers began to tickle Bella's clit, lightly at first, the sensation making Bella's body quiver. The giggles turned to moans as Vivian's touch grew more insistent, her thumb circling the sensitive bud while her other hand continued to tickle Bella's stomach. The sound of their combined breathing and the occasional giggle filled the room, a symphony of passion and desire.
Vivian's own arousal grew with every gasp and squirm from Bella. She had never felt this connected to someone, this in sync with their pleasure and pain. It was intoxicating, and she found herself getting lost in the feeling of their bodies pressed together, the way Bella's skin felt under her touch.
As Bella's moans grew louder, Vivian knew she was close. She increased the pressure on her clit, her own body responding to the sweet sounds of pleasure she was drawing from the other woman. Bella's hips began to buck, her legs trembling as the orgasm built within her.
Vivian felt a surge of power, a thrill that went beyond the typical dynamics of their sessions. This was love, raw and unfiltered, and it was the most exhilarating thing she had ever experienced. She watched Bella's face contort with ecstasy, her eyes rolling back in her head as she rode the wave of pleasure.
The room was a whirlwind of sensation, the air thick with the scent of arousal and the sound of their combined breaths. Bella's body was a canvas of reactions, her skin flushing with pleasure as Vivian's fingers worked their magic. Every giggle, every twitch of Bella's hips, was a testament to the depth of their connection.
Vivian felt Bella's body tense, her breath catching in her throat. She knew the moment was near, the moment where the laughter turned to pure, unbridled pleasure. Her own desire was palpable, her own body aching for release. But she waited, her focus solely on Bella.
Bella's moans grew more desperate, her body writhing against Vivian's touch. She felt the beginnings of the climax building within her, a pressure that grew with every stroke of Vivian's fingers. The tickling on her stomach grew more intense, the sensation melding with the pleasure between her legs.
"Vivian," Bella gasped, her voice strained. "I'm... I'm going to... oh God..."
Vivian's own breath hitched as she felt Bella's body begin to spasm. She watched with a mix of pride and awe as Bella's orgasm washed over her, her muscles tightening around her fingers. The sound of their shared pleasure filled the room, a symphony of love and lust that echoed in their hearts.
As the tremors subsided, Vivian pulled Bella into her arms, holding her tightly. Bella's giggles turned into soft sighs as she buried her face into Vivian's neck, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
"Thank you," Bella murmured, her voice muffled against Vivian's skin.
Vivian held her close, her own heart racing as she felt the rapid beat of Bella's pulse. "For what?" she asked, her voice soft.
Bella pulled back, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "For showing me what it's like to truly trust someone," she said, her voice shaking. "For making me feel like I can be whoever I want to be, even if it's just in this moment."
Vivian's chest tightened at the words, her emotions a whirlwind of love and fear. She had never allowed herself to be so open, so vulnerable with anyone. But with Bella, it felt right. She leaned in, capturing Bella's lips in a kiss that spoke of her own love and acceptance. The kiss grew deeper, their tongues exploring each other's mouths with a passion that left them both breathless.
Breaking away, Vivian looked into Bella's eyes, her own filled with a soft, tender light. "You're mine," she murmured, her voice a gentle caress. "And I'll do anything to make you happy."
Bella's eyes widened with surprise and joy, the words she had longed to hear finally spoken aloud. "And I'm yours," she replied, her voice equally soft. "I'll follow you anywhere."
Vivian's expression grew serious, her gaze searching Bella's. "This isn't just about the tickling, is it?" she asked, her thumb tracing Bella's swollen lower lip.
Bella took a deep breath, her heart racing. "No," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's about us. It's about finding something... real."
Vivian's eyes searched hers, a hint of fear and doubt lingering in the depths. "Real?" she echoed. "What does that mean, Bella?"
Bella nodded, her eyes shimmering with the intensity of her feelings. "It means that I want to explore every part of this with you, not just the tickling. I want to know all of you, the good, the bad, the... everything."
Vivian's expression softened, the doubt slowly giving way to something else—a spark of hope, perhaps. "And what if the real me isn't what you expect?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Bella's smile was filled with warmth and reassurance. "Then we'll deal with it together," she said firmly. "But I know you're worth it."
Vivian felt a surge of emotion, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a very long time. Love was a concept she had buried deep within herself, fearful of the pain it could bring. But here it was, staring her in the face, wrapped in the form of a woman who had come to mean more to her than she ever thought possible.
"I want to be with you," Vivian said, her voice steady despite the turmoil in her heart. "But you need to understand that my world isn't all rainbows and butterflies. It's... complicated."
Bella nodded, her gaze never leaving Vivian's. "I know it's not perfect," she whispered. "But I don't want to be perfect. I just want you."
Vivian's heart swelled with love for this brave, beautiful woman who had captured her heart. She leaned in, her forehead resting against Bella's. "I'll try," she murmured. "For you, I'll try."
As they make their way to the bedroom the passion of pleasure they share the rest of the night is amazing.........the next few days are amazing for Vivian and Bella as they grow closer to each other, but Bella's crave to be tickled is to strong, and wants to have another tickling club experience with Vivian this time as a very ticklish couple.....Vivian agrees in return for something special from Bella later own.
The anticipation for the next club night builds as they discuss their limits and what they're willing to explore together. Bella's excitement is palpable, her body responding to the mere thought of the tickling she knows is to come.
The days leading up to the visit to 'The Giggling Gauntlet' were filled with a mix of excitement and anxiety. Bella couldn't help but think about the different scenarios that could unfold in the dimly lit, music-filled space. She spent hours searching online for the perfect outfit, something that would show off her body while also leaving her vulnerable to the tickling she knew was to come.
Finally, the night arrived. Bella chose a red bikini that contained her ample breasts, a pair of tight, cut-off denim shorts that hugged her ass, and a white flowy spaghetti strap tank.She knew the clothing would be easy to remove, or even better, to have tickled off piece by piece. She applied a light dusting of glitter to her skin, making it sparkle under the club lights.
The taxi pulled up to the nondescript building, the bass of the music thumping through the walls. Bella's heart pounded in her chest as she stepped out, feeling the anticipation build with every beat. The bouncer, a large, intimidating man with a knowing smile, checked her ID and handed her a waiver to sign. The words "No Refunds, No Exceptions" were bolded at the bottom, sending a shiver of excitement down her spine.
Inside, the club was a cacophony of laughter and squeals, the air thick with the scent of desire and sweat. The walls were lined with booths, each filled with eager spectators watching the scenes unfold on the dance floor. Bella's eyes widened as she took in the sight before her: a sea of writhing, giggling bodies, each one being mercilessly tickled by the dancers in skimpy outfits.
The music was a pulsing bass that vibrated through her chest, setting her heart racing even faster. She felt a hand on her arm and turned to find Vivian, dressed in a black bikini, covered by an open white button-up shirt, dark blue denim cutoffs, and black heeled sandals.
Bella smiles big and moves close into Vivian and rubs her arms saying hello. This catches Vivian completely off guard. Bella has done her research on Vivian before she came to the club. Vivian is not used to someone coming on to her, and as a mistress of a tickle dungeon, she has also never been tickled before. Bella does her research on Vivian to find out how she avoids being tickled at the club. Bella's gaze takes in Vivian's looks and wonders if her plan to get Vivian tickled in the club as well will work.
They make their way to the bar, where Vivian orders them both a drink, something fruity and sweet to ease the tension. Bella watches as the bartender mixes their drinks, her eyes darting around the room, taking in the sights and sounds of the club. She notices the way the dancers move, the way their hands glide over the bodies of their unwilling subjects, eliciting peals of laughter and cries for mercy. It's like nothing she's ever seen before, and she can't help but feel a rush of excitement.
Vivian leans in close, whispering in Bella's ear, "Remember, you're here to have fun. Don't let anyone push you further than you're comfortable with." Her breath is warm and tickles the sensitive skin beneath her ear, sending a shiver down Bella's spine. She nods, her heart racing with excitement. She's ready for this.
They sip their drinks, the sweetness coating their tongues as they survey the dance floor. Bella's eyes widen as she sees a particularly intense scene unfolding. A young woman, dressed in a neon pink bikini, is being tickled by a group of dancers. Her laughter is uncontrollable, her body writhing and bucking against the hands that torment her. The sight makes Bella's own skin tingle with anticipation.
Vivian notices her gaze and leans in, her voice a seductive murmur. "Would you like to join the fun?" she asks, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
Bella's heart races, and she nods eagerly. "Yes," she whispers, her voice thick with desire.
Vivian's smile widens, and she takes Bella's hand, leading her through the throngs of dancers. The music is deafening, the lights strobing across the sea of bodies. They stop at the edge of the dance floor, where the air is charged with energy.
Bella feels a mix of excitement and fear as Vivian whispers, "Ready?" She nods, her pulse racing as Vivian gives her a gentle push. The crowd parts, and she's suddenly in the midst of it all, the beat of the music pulsing through her. Hands, feathers, and tickling fingers come from all directions, attacking her sides, her feet, her neck. She giggles, the sound swallowed by the cacophony of laughter around her.
Her body responds instinctively, squirming and twisting to escape the relentless onslaught. She's aware of Vivian watching, her eyes gleaming with approval. Bella closes her eyes, letting herself be swept away by the sensation. It's overwhelming, a symphony of touch that makes her want to laugh and scream at the same time.
The dancers are masters of their craft, their fingers skimming over her most sensitive spots, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Bella feels a hand slip under her tank top, tickling her ribs, and she can't help but gasp. The fabric of her bikini feels tight around her breasts, the pressure building as she laughs harder.
Her eyes snap open, and she finds herself staring into the eyes of a dancer, a woman with a mischievous smile and glittering eyes. The dancer's fingers dance over her stomach, and Bella's laughter turns into a gasp of surprise as the woman's hand slides down, brushing against the denim fabric covering her pussy.
Vivian watches from the sidelines, her eyes never leaving Bella. She sees the moment her pupil's dilate, the moment she surrenders fully to the sensations. Bella's laughter is infectious, drawing more dancers to her, eager to feel the vibrations of her mirth.
The dancer's hand continues to tease Bella, the fabric of her shorts growing damp as her arousal builds. She tries to push the woman away, but her body betrays her, arching into the touch instead. The crowd around them cheers, urging the dancer on, their own excitement feeding into the frenzy.
Vivian can see the beginnings of panic in Bella's eyes, but she knows her submissive is safe. The rules of the club are clear: no one goes further than the tickled party allows. She watches as Bella's laughter turns to plead for mercy, her voice a breathy moan that only serves to excite the dancers more.
The crowd of ticklers around Bella grows denser, their hands moving with practiced precision to her most sensitive areas. A dancer with a feather boa brushes it along her legs, making her shiver and squirm, her giggles turning into moans of pleasure. Another dancer, a man with a devilish grin, tickles the soles of her feet, and Bella's laughter reaches a crescendo, her legs kicking out as she tries to escape his tormenting touch.
Vivian can't help but feel a sense of pride as she watches Bella's body respond so beautifully to the tickling. The sight of her squirming, begging for mercy, is intoxicating. But she also notices the way the dancers are starting to get bolder, their touches becoming more intimate. She knows Bella's limits are being tested, and she wonders if the young woman will crack under the pressure.
Bella's eyes dart around the room, searching for an escape, but all she sees is a sea of faces, each one eager to add their own tickles to the mix. Her laughter turns into desperate pleas, her body writhing and bucking against the hands that won't let up. She's never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, and yet, a part of her loves it.
Vivian nods to one of the club's regulars, a tall, muscular man with a wicked smile. He steps forward, his fingers already twitching with anticipation. He starts at Bella's neck, his touch feather-light, making her gasp. She tries to pull away, but the dancers have her surrounded, their grip on her tightening.
The man's fingers dance down her chest, tickling the sensitive skin between her breasts, and Bella's legs give out. She's laughing so hard she can barely breathe, her body shaking with the effort to stay upright. The dancers hold her up, keeping her in place as the man's touch becomes more insistent.
Vivian watches, her eyes narrowing slightly. She knows Bella is enjoying this, but she also sees the hint of desperation in her eyes. She decides it's time to intervene, to remind her who's in control. She strides through the crowd, her own heart racing with excitement. She reaches Bella, her hand coming to rest on her shoulder.
"Do you need a break, my little tickling slut?" she asks, her voice loud enough to be heard over the music.
Bella gasps for air, her eyes watering from laughter. "N-no, Mistress," she stammers, not wanting the delicious torment to end."But you're gonna need one when they are done with you."
Vivian's eyes widened, the realization dawning on her. "What do you mean?" she asks, her voice a mix of surprise and arousal.
Suddenly more dancers come to the floor and surround Vivian. Vivian is always in control, but all of a sudden she becomes the unsuspecting innocent girl to fall prey to the club patrons. She is not comfortable and feels like one of her shy scared first time customers if her tickle dungeon.
Bella's eyes light up with mischief as she watches the scene unfold. She had done her homework, knowing that Vivian had a secret tickling kink that she kept hidden from her clients. She offered a special tickle session to the owner of the club if he allowed the ultimate tickling experience to not be stopped against Vivian. The dancers start to close in on Vivian, their fingers poised to strike.
Vivian's heart races as the dancers move closer, their eyes gleaming with excitement. She tries to protest, but her voice is lost in the din of the club. Suddenly, she feels a hand on her side, and she jumps, letting out a surprised giggle. The dancers swarm around her, their hands and feathers finding every sensitive spot they can reach.
Her laughter is forced out of her, a mix of shock and pleasure. She tries to pull away, but the hands are too many, too strong. She looks over at Bella, who is watching with a smug smile, her own tickling session continuing. The tables have turned, and Vivian is now the one begging for mercy.
The dancers are relentless, their fingers digging into her sides, her stomach, her underarms. The fabric of her shirt is pushed aside, revealing her ticklish torso to the eager crowd. She feels the cool air of the club against her skin, and her body reacts with a fresh wave of goosebumps.
Vivian's laughter is a mix of shock and pleasure, her eyes locked on Bella's as she's held in place. The dancers are a blur of motion around her, their hands and feathers working in harmony to drive her to the brink of sanity. She tries to struggle, but her body is no match for their strength and speed.
Her laughter fills the room, echoing off the walls and mixing with the squeals of delight from the surrounding crowd. The feeling of being tickled by so many people at once is overwhelming, a sensation she's never experienced before. Her body jerks and twists, trying to escape the onslaught, but it's like fighting a hydra; every time she gets one hand away, another takes its place.
The man with the feather boa moves in closer, wrapping it around her neck and tickling her collarbone. She gasps, her laughter turning into a strangled cry as she tries to pull away. His grip tightens, and she feels the feathers slide down the front of her shirt, tickling her breasts. The sensation sends a bolt of pleasure through her, and she arches her back, her legs kicking out wildly.
Bella's eyes gleam with satisfaction as she watches Vivian squirm. She had hoped to give her a taste of her own medicine, but she had never imagined it would be so intense. The crowd is loving the show, their cheers and laughter egging the dancers on.
Vivian's face is flushed, her sandy brown hair sticking to her forehead as she giggles uncontrollably. Her body jerks in response to the tickling, her breasts bouncing in her bikini top. She tries to push the dancers away, but they're too fast, too strong. Her laughter turns into desperate pleas for mercy, her eyes shining with a mix of fear and arousal.
Bella can't help but feel a thrill at seeing Vivian in such a vulnerable state. She had never seen her so unguarded, so fully engaged in the tickling experience. The dancers are merciless, their hands moving from Vivian's ribs to her inner thighs, her laughter turning into squeaks of protest.
Vivian's eyes meet Bella's, a silent plea for rescue, but Bella has her own tickling problems as well and looks at her in the same pleading manner.
The music grew louder, the lights flashed brighter, and the dancers' movements grew more erratic as they sensed the power shift in the room. Bella felt a thrill of excitement as she watched Vivian's controlled demeanor crumble under the onslaught of tickling. Her own laughter mingled with Vivian's, their shared experience creating a bond she hadn't anticipated.
The dancers continued to work in tandem, their hands and feathers moving with precision to keep both women on the edge of their limits. Bella felt her own arousal building, her bikini top feeling tighter with each breath she took. She was acutely aware of the eyes on her, the desire in the air palpable as the crowd watched her squirm and giggle.
Vivian's body was a canvas of sensation, her skin prickling with goosebumps as the feathers and fingers danced over her flesh. Her mind raced, trying to process the sudden shift in power dynamics. She had never been the one to experience this side of the tickling world, and the thrill was intoxicating, even as she begged for it to stop.
The crowd around them grew more frenzied, the dancers feeding off their shared vulnerability. Bella felt the hands on her own body become more insistent, the tickles more intense. She struggled to stay upright, her legs feeling like jelly beneath her. The glitter on her skin caught the strobe lights, adding to the chaotic visual feast.
Vivian's laughter grew higher pitched, her body shaking violently as the dancers honed in on her most sensitive spots. Bella watched, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and concern. She had never seen Vivian like this, so out of control and at the mercy of others.
The man with the feather boa leaned in closer, his breath hot against Vivian's ear as he whispered something that made her giggle uncontrollably. He traced the boa down her spine, and she bucked against the dancers holding her, her body jolting with each new tickle.
Bella's own tickling grew more intense as she watched Vivian's reaction. She had never seen the woman so undone, so utterly at the mercy of her desires. It was a heady feeling, knowing that she had orchestrated this moment. Her own arousal grew, her body betraying her as she leaned into the hands that tormented her.
The dancers around them grew bolder, their touches more intimate as they pushed both women to their limits. The music, the lights, the laughter, it all became a blur as the tickling consumed them. Bella felt her breath catch in her throat as a dancer's hand brushed against her pussy, the fabric of her shorts and bikini the only barrier to the touch she craved.
Vivian's eyes squeezed shut, her body shaking with laughter as she was tickled in places she never knew could be so sensitive. The feeling of the feather boa against her skin was like a thousand tiny kisses, each one sending waves of pleasure through her body. She couldn't believe she was enjoying this, that she had allowed herself to be put in such a vulnerable position.
The dancers around them grew more daring, their hands slipping under fabric to tickle skin that was usually reserved for more intimate moments. Bella felt a hand graze her ass cheek, and she squealed, her body jolting with surprise. The crowd roared with laughter, the energy in the room reaching a fever pitch.
Vivian's laughter grew wilder, her body contorting in ways she never thought possible. She was lost in the sensation, her mind a whirlwind of pleasure and panic. She had always been the one in control, the one wielding the tickling instruments, but now she was the plaything, and she couldn't get enough.
Bella watched, her own tickling reaching new heights as the dancers took their cue from Vivian's reaction. She felt a hand slip into her shorts, the roughness of the dancer's fingers sending a shock of pleasure through her. She bit her lip, trying to keep her composure, but the sensation was too much.
The music reached a crescendo, and so did the tickling. Vivian's body was a blur of motion, her laughter echoing through the club. Bella could feel the eyes of the crowd on her, the heat of their gazes adding to her own arousal. She looked back at Vivian, her chest heaving, her eyes shining with mischief.
Vivian's body was a map of red, her skin alight with the fire of a thousand feathers. Her legs buckled, and she was caught by the dancers, held in place as they continued their relentless assault. Her cries for mercy grew more desperate, her voice strained with laughter and pleasure.
Bella felt the hand in her shorts move closer to her pussy, the anticipation driving her wild. She knew she was getting wet, and could feel the fabric sticking to her skin. The dancers around her noticed, their eyes glinting with excitement. One of them leaned in, whispering something in her ear that made her giggle and squirm even more.
The music switched to a slower beat, and the lights dimmed slightly, creating an intimate atmosphere. The dancers around Vivian and Bella grew more focused, their tickling more deliberate and precise. They had been given a show, and now they wanted to be part of it.
Bella felt a warm hand slide up her inner thigh, the dancer's grip firm as he moved closer to her bikini line. She bit her lip to stifle a gasp, her eyes meeting Vivian's in a silent plea for help. But Vivian was too lost in her own torment to notice, her body writhing and jerking as the feathers and fingers continued their relentless dance.
The hand in Bella's shorts reached her pussy, the rough fabric of the bikini providing little barrier to the dancer's skilled touch. She moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as the man teased her clit with the tip of his finger. The sensation was maddening, her body responding in ways she had never imagined.
Vivian's laughter had turned into whimpers, her body trembling with the effort to stay upright. The dancers had discovered her most sensitive spots, and they exploited them without mercy. The feather boa was replaced with a soft-bristled brush, the bristles tickling her nipples through her bikini top, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
Her breath hitched as the man whispered something in her ear, and she felt his breath on her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. The hand that had been teasing her ribs now danced along her inner thigh, making her legs quiver. The sensation was maddening, a delicious torment that she never knew she craved.
The dancers around her grew bolder, their hands moving over her body with a confidence that sent her pulse racing. She could feel the fabric of her bikini bottom stretching as the dancer's finger dipped beneath her shorts and it, teasing her wetness. The crowd's cheers grew louder, urging them on, and she knew she was on the edge of something she couldn't come back from.
Bella's eyes searched the room for a way out, but all she saw was a sea of smiling faces and eager hands. The club was a playground of pleasure and pain, and she had willingly stepped into the lion's den. The dancer's touch grew more insistent, and she couldn't help but moan, her body arching into the sensation.
Vivian felt the fabric of her open shirt fall off her shoulders. Her bikini top is now clearly visible as the cool air of the club hardens her nipples through her bikini. She gasped as the man with the brush began to tickle her breasts, the soft bristles teasing and tormenting her. She could feel her body responding, her nipples hardening with each touch through her bikini, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
The dancers around her took the cue, their hands reaching out to stroke and tickle her exposed skin. She felt a feather trace the line of her spine, sending a shiver down her body. The man with the brush grew more daring, his touch moving closer to her nipples, each stroke bringing her closer to the edge of ecstasy.
Bella's breathing grew ragged as the dancer's hand finally made contact with her wetness, his fingers sliding easily through her folds. She bucked against the touch, her body screaming for release. The crowd around them was a blur of smiles and glitter, their laughter and cheers fueling the fire of desire that burned within her.
Vivian felt a warm hand slip beneath her bikini top, the dancer's fingers tweaking her nipples, sending bolts of pleasure straight to her core. She couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her lips, her body jolting as the sensation overwhelmed her. The crowd roared with approval, the energy in the room thick with excitement.
The dancers around Bella grew bolder, their hands moving from her thighs to her breasts, the fabric of her bikini top straining against their touch. She felt her body respond, her nipples hardening as they were pinched and tickled through the fabric of her tank and bikini top. She was lost in the sensation, her mind a whirlwind of pleasure and fear.
Vivian's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking onto Bella's. She saw the same desperation and arousal mirrored in the young woman's eyes. The crowd had become a living, breathing entity, feeding off their vulnerability. The music grew slower, the lights dimmer, and the tickling grew more intimate, more personal.
The dancer behind Vivian finally slipped her bikini top aside, exposing her sensitive breasts to the cool air. His fingers found her hardened nipples, and she gasped as he began to tickle them with the feathers. The sensation was exquisite, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent waves of heat through her body.
Bella watched, her own breathing erratic as the dancer's hand inside her shorts found her clit. She bit her lip, her eyes squeezed shut, trying to hold back the orgasm that was building. The hands on her breasts grew more insistent, their touch driving her wild.
The crowd's cheers grew louder, the dancers' movements more deliberate as they pushed both women closer to the edge. Vivian's eyes never left Bella's, the connection between them a silent testament to the shared experience.
The dancer behind Vivian leaned in, his breath hot against her neck as he whispered, "You're going to cum for us, aren't you?" His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she nodded, unable to form coherent words. The brush was replaced with his mouth, his teeth grazing her sensitive nipples as he sucked and tickled them with his tongue.
Bella felt the pressure on her clit build, the dancer's thumb circling it with just the right amount of pressure. She threw her head back, her laughter turning into a keening cry as she came, her body spasming in the dancers' grip. The crowd erupted in cheers, their applause washing over her like a wave.
Vivian watched, her own body responding to Bella's climax. She felt the man's hand slip into her bikini bottom, his fingers teasing her clit as he whispered in her ear, "It's your turn now." Her laughter grew more desperate, her body tightening with anticipation.
The dancer's touch grew more insistent, his fingers sliding in and out of her, the tickling on her breasts now a blur of sensation. She felt the first stirrings of an orgasm, her body tightening around his hand. The crowd's eyes were on her, their excitement palpable.
Bella's breath hitched as she watched Vivian, her own body still pulsing from the intense pleasure she had just experienced. She could see the desire in Vivian's eyes, the way she leaned into the dancers' touch, even as she begged for it to stop. The power dynamics had shifted, and now it was Bella's turn to be the dominant one.
The dancers around Vivian grew more eager, their hands moving over her body with a new sense of urgency. They had seen Bella's response, and they wanted to push Vivian just as far. The man behind her began to tickle her thighs, moving closer to her pussy, and she moaned, her legs trembling.
Bella watched as Vivian's body was exposed to the room, her vulnerability laid bare. The dancers had peeled back her layers, revealing the woman beneath the Mistress. She felt a strange mix of guilt and excitement, knowing she had played a part in this.
The dancer's fingers inside Vivian grew more insistent, and she could see the tension building in the woman's body. Her legs began to tremble, and her eyes rolled back in her head. Bella knew that moment all too well, the moment when the tickling becomes too much, when the body can no longer distinguish between pleasure and pain.
Vivian's laughter grew louder, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The man's hand inside her shorts was a blur of motion, his fingers working her clit with a skill that left her no room to escape. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure in her core growing tighter with each tickle.
Bella watched, her own arousal spiking as she saw Vivian's body react. The power dynamic had shifted, and she reveled in the sight of her usually stoic Mistress being reduced to a giggling mess. The crowd was entranced, their eyes glued to the two women as they writhed in pleasure.
The dancer's thumb circled Vivian's clit with unrelenting pressure, his other hand moving to her hip to hold her in place. She felt the first wave of her climax approaching, her body tensing with anticipation. The dancers around her leaned in, their breath hot against her skin as they tickled her ribs and stomach, their touches deliberate and precise.
Bella's eyes were wide with excitement as she watched Vivian's body convulse with laughter and pleasure. She had never seen the woman so exposed, so raw. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. The dancers around her grew more daring, their tickling moving closer to her own bikini line.
Vivian's moans grew louder, her body shaking uncontrollably as the dancer's touch grew more intense. She could feel the orgasm building, her body tightening with each feather stroke and tickle. The crowd was a sea of smiles and glitter, their energy feeding into the scene playing out before them.
The dancer's hand inside her shorts grew more insistent, his fingers moving in a pattern that sent her spiraling towards climax. She couldn't believe this was happening, couldn't believe she was letting it happen, but the sensation was too much to resist. Her laughter grew more desperate, her body moving of its own accord as it sought relief. Her hands grasping her unbuttoned shorts to keep them from falling off her hips.
Bella watched, her heart racing as Vivian's body tensed. She felt a strange thrill knowing that she had orchestrated this moment, that she had pushed her Mistress to this point. The power she had in this space was intoxicating, and she didn't want it to end.
The dancer's hand inside Vivian's shorts grew more forceful, his thumb pressing down on her clit with a firmness that made her legs quiver. The crowd leaned in, their breath hot against her skin, their eyes gleaming with excitement. They could feel the tension in the air, the anticipation of Vivian's climax.
Bella felt a hand slip into her own shorts, the dancer's fingers teasing her already sensitive pussy. She moaned, her body arching into the touch, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through her. She was lost in the moment, her fear and excitement melding into one.
Vivian's eyes rolled back in her head, her laughter turning into a scream of pleasure as the dancer's touch brought her to the brink. Her body tensed, and she felt the explosion of her orgasm, her legs giving out beneath her. The dancers held her up, their tickling continuing even as she came, the sensation overwhelming her.
The crowd roared with excitement, their laughter and cheers mixing with the music as Vivian's body convulsed. Bella felt another hand slip inside her own shorts, the dancer's fingers finding her clit and mimicking the motions she had seen on Vivian. She couldn't help but moan, her body responding to the intense pleasure.
Vivian's orgasm seemed to last forever, her body shaking with each wave of pleasure that crashed over her. The dancers held her up, their hands continuing to tickle and tease her sensitive spots, their smiles wide and hungry for more. As the climax subsided, she looked at Bella, her eyes glazed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
Bella felt the dancer's hand in her shorts tighten around her clit, and she knew she was next. The fear was palpable, but so was the excitement. She had seen Vivian's vulnerability, and now it was her turn to be the star of the show. The crowd's anticipation was like a living thing, wrapping around her, urging her to let go.
The dancers holding her tightened their grip, their hands moving to tickle her ribs and stomach, as her tank top is now pushed over her chest showing off her bikini top, their touches growing more insistent. She could feel the pressure building, the same tickling torment that had driven Vivian to the edge. Her breath grew shallow, her body straining against the dancers' firm hold.
The hand inside her shorts worked faster, the dancer's fingers playing with her clit with a mastery that left her gasping. She could feel her orgasm approaching, the same intense pleasure that had claimed Vivian. The dancers around her leaned in, their breath hot on her skin, their eyes gleaming with excitement.
The tickling on her ribs grew more feverish, the sensation sending her over the edge. Bella's laughter turned into a scream as she came, her body convulsing in the dancers' grip. The crowd erupted in applause, their cheers echoing through the club. She was lost in the moment, her body a canvas for the dancers' artful torment.
Vivian watched, her own breath ragged from the intensity of her own climax. She felt a strange mix of pride and arousal as she took in the sight of Bella's exposed body, the young woman's face a mask of pleasure and pain. The dancers had claimed her, had made her their own, and she had loved every second of it.
The dancer's hand in Bella's shorts didn't relent, his fingers moving in a blur as he brought her to the edge again. Her moans grew louder, her body arching and writhing as she fought for control. The fabric of her bikini was damp with sweat and desire, her breasts heaving with each breath.
Vivian felt a strange sense of satisfaction watching Bella's unraveling. She had never seen the girl so vulnerable, so open to the chaos of the tickling scene. Her own body still hummed with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her breasts sensitive and swollen from the dancers' attentions.
The man holding Bella's clit whispered something into her ear, and she jerked, a fresh wave of laughter bubbling up from her chest. The crowd leaned in closer, eager to see how far she would go. Bella's eyes found Vivian's, and for a brief moment, she saw the panic in them, the realization of what she had signed up for.
Vivian's own body was still a mess of sensations, her skin sensitive and her nipples hard from the relentless tickling. The dancers had backed off slightly, allowing her to catch her breath, but she knew it was only a reprieve. The game was far from over.
Bella's cries grew more desperate as the dancer's hand inside her shorts brought her to another peak. Her body quivered, and she felt her second orgasm building. She had never been so exposed, so at the mercy of others' whims, and yet the thrill of it was intoxicating.
The dancers around her grew more eager, their tickling becoming more vigorous as they watched her struggle for control. Hands grazed her thighs, her stomach, her breasts, each touch sending a new rush of sensation through her. She tried to push them away, but her body was too sensitive, her muscles too weak from the onslaught of pleasure. Her tank top is wicked over her head and weak arms raised to remove it completely.
Bella felt the cool air of the club against her bare skin, and the sensation only added to the chaos of emotions racing through her. The dancers' eyes were on her, hungry for more, and she knew she had to give it to them. She arched her back, her breasts thrusting upwards, and let out a laugh that was half pleasure, half scream.
The dancer's hand inside her shorts was relentless, his touch driving her towards another climax. She could feel her body tightening around his fingers, her muscles clenching and releasing in a rhythm that matched the pounding bass of the music. The crowd's cheers grew louder, urging her on.
Vivian watched Bella's face contort with pleasure, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed. She couldn't believe the transformation that had taken place, from a curious newcomer to a willing participant in this erotic dance of power and submission. Her own body was still reeling from the intensity of her own climax, the ache in her breasts and the wetness between her legs a constant reminder of the pleasure she had just experienced.
The dancer's hand inside Bella's shorts grew more insistent, and she felt the girl's body tense around his fingers. With a final, desperate giggle, Bella's orgasm crashed over her, her legs giving out as the dancers held her up. The room was a whirl of lights and sound, the air thick with the scent of arousal and sweat.
Vivian stepped forward, her eyes never leaving Bella's. The crowd parted for her, their respect for the Mistress palpable. She took Bella's hand, leading her through the sea of dancers, their eyes lingering on the exposed flesh of the two women.
As Vivian leads Bella to the Vip area, the ladies adjust their bikinis back into position and fasten up their shorts. Their shirts are lost in the sea clothes on the dance floor behind them.
The two women stumble through the club, their bodies still trembling from the intense tickling. The VIP section is dimly lit, with plush couches and a private bar. The air is thick with the scent of desire and the faint sound of laughter from other rooms hinted at the scenes playing out behind closed doors.
Suddenly the owner of the club arrives and whisks the ladies to his private office, with tickling devices ready to be used.
The owner, a portly man with a slicked-back ponytail and a glint in his eye, greeted them with a smile that made Bella's stomach flip. He was notorious in the tickling underground for his creativity and lack of boundaries. Vivian had warned her, but the excitement of the evening had left her eager for more.
He led them into a dimly lit office, the walls adorned with an array of tickling instruments that glinted in the soft glow of the candles. The air was thick with the scent of leather and something else, something darker, that made Bella's pulse race.
Vivian's hand was cold and damp in hers, the sticky residue of their shared experience a stark reminder of what they had just been through. The room was a stark contrast to the chaotic club, a private sanctum of indulgence and debauchery.
The owner gestured to the couch, his gaze lingering on their flushed skin and the evidence of their recent climaxes. "Welcome, my dears," he purred, his eyes raking over their bodies with a hunger that made Bella's skin crawl. "I've heard quite the commotion out there. It seems you've been putting on quite the show."
Vivian's grip tightened, and Bella felt a flicker of uncertainty. This wasn't part of the plan, but the thrill of the unknown sent a shiver down her spine. The owner poured them both a glass of champagne, his hand lingering on Bella's arm as he offered it to her.
The cool liquid slipped down her throat, bubbling in her stomach, mixing with the fire of arousal that still burned within her. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, as Vivian took a seat beside her. The couch was soft, enveloping her in a warm embrace that she hadn't realized she needed.
The owner's gaze never left them, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he took a seat across from them. "I have a little surprise for you both," he said, his voice low and velvety. "A little something to show my appreciation for the... entertainment you've provided."
Vivian's eyes narrowed slightly, but she remained silent, sipping her champagne as she assessed the situation. Bella felt a thrill of excitement mixed with trepidation. She had come to the club seeking new experiences, and it seemed she was about to get them in spades.
The owner reached behind his desk and pulled out a velvet-covered box. He opened it with a dramatic flourish, revealing an assortment of tickling devices that made Bella's heart race. There were feathers, brushes, and something that looked like a small, rubber octopus with wiggling tentacles.
"Ah, I see you've noticed my little collection," he said with a chuckle. "These are some of my personal favorites. I thought perhaps you'd like to... try them out?"
Bella's eyes widened at the sight, her heart racing. She felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, her body still thrumming from the public tickling she had endured. The thought of being tickled by this stranger in such an intimate setting was both terrifying and thrilling.
Vivian set her glass down with a thud, her expression unreadable. "We're not here for a private show," she said firmly, her voice low and measured. "We're here to enjoy the club."
The owner's smile never wavered. "Ah, but think of the experience," he coaxed, his eyes lingering on Bella's heaving chest. "A chance to explore new sensations, new limits, in the privacy of my office."
Bella swallowed hard, her mind racing. The thought of being tickled by the owner, of being at his mercy, was both terrifying and exhilarating. She looked to Vivian for guidance, her eyes pleading for direction.
Vivian took a deep breath, the tension in the room thick as the owner's gaze switched between them, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "We're not for sale," she said, her voice firm, but the tremor in her hand betrayed her own curiosity.
"Well I'm afraid your services were already sold to me Vivian".
The owner's words hung in the air, thick with a threat that made Vivian's blood run cold. Bella's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing as she looked to Vivian for reassurance. The Mistress's eyes narrowed, her jaw clenching as she assessed the situation.
"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice low and dangerous.
The owner leaned back in his chair, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Your little friend here signed a waiver at the door. Did she forget to mention that part of the club's rules?" He pulled out a clipboard with a document attached to it, holding it up for them to see. "Bella here made a deal with me a few days ago to have you tickled the same as her while you're here so that's what's gonna happen".
Bella's face fell, realizing the depth of her deception. She had wanted to share this intense experience with Vivian, but had never intended for it to go this far. "Vivian, I'm sorry," she whispered, her eyes filling with tears.
Vivian's gaze remained locked on the owner, her eyes narrowed. "Is this true?" she demanded, her voice barely above a whisper.
Bella nodded, her voice trembling with fear and arousal. "I wanted you to... to feel what I felt," she managed to get out, her eyes darting between the tickling instruments and Vivian's stern expression.
Vivian's gaze never left the owner's, the tension in the room palpable. She took a deep breath, her mind racing with the implications of Bella's admission. She had been so caught up in the thrill of watching Bella's transformation that she had let her guard down.
"I'm sorry, Vivian," Bella whispered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "But...but I was attracted to you the moment I first laid eyes on you.....I like you. I wanted to share something...memorable with you." Her voice trailed off looking at Vivian.
"I'll leave you two alone for a moment to collect yourselves" the owner said as he got up and shut his office behind.
Vivian turned to Bella, her expression a tumult of emotions: anger, arousal, and confusion. "What have you done?" she hissed, her eyes flashing.
Bella took a shaky breath, her voice trembling. "I wanted to bring us closer," she confessed, her eyes pleading. "To show you that I'm serious about this, about us. I didn't know it would go this far." Bella said as her eyes filled with tears. Bella felt her heart breaking as Vivian stared back at her. "I've never felt an emotional attraction to anyone like this before........I'm sorry". Bella then stands up with her back to Vivian and walks toward the corner of the office in tears, emotionally heart broken, feeling she hurt Vivian, and betrayed her trust, thinking she ruined everything for herself.
Vivian sat in silence for a moment, her eyes on the floor, processing the revelation. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort to compose herself. When she looked up, she saw Bella's bare back, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat from the intense tickling and the emotional weight of the situation. No one had ever gone to such lengths just to share a special moment with her like this.
Her anger began to dissipate, replaced by a strange warmth in her chest. Despite the betrayal, she couldn't deny that Bella's gesture had been one of the most intense expressions of desire she had ever experienced. She stood up, her legs shaky, and approached the trembling figure in the corner.
"Bella," she said softly, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder. "Look at me."
Bella turned, her eyes red and swollen with tears. She searched Vivian's face for any sign of forgiveness, her body trembling with fear and need.
"What do you want from me?" Vivian's voice was soft, but there was an edge to it that made Bella's stomach clench.
Bella looked up, her eyes full of unshed tears. "I want us to experience this together," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I wanted to show you how much I... care for you."
Vivian studied her for a moment, the anger slowly draining from her expression. "Care for me?" she repeated, her voice softer now. "Is that what this is about?"
Bella nodded, her crying eyes never leaving Vivian's. "Yes," she whispered. "I've never felt like this before. I wanted to show you that I'm willing to go to any lengths to be with you, to understand you." Bella, more upset and emotionally crying with tears, turns her back again to Vivian and says "I'm so very sorry for hurting you, and putting you in this situation. I've never known a woman so strong and beautiful as you to bring out the best thing that has ever happened to me in my life."
No one had opened up their heart towards Vivian, the way Bella just did. Vivian's heart swelled with emotions she didn't know she was capable of feeling. She stepped closer to Bella, her hand gently turning her around to face her. "You're serious about this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Bella, balling her eyes out crying emotionally with a broken heart says "yes" and stares into Vivian's eyes with her lips trembling and eyes gushing tears, waiting for Vivian to shatter what's left of her broken heart with her rejection.
Vivian searched Bella's eyes, seeing the raw emotion and sincerity. No one has ever thought of her as someone that is so special. Her anger was replaced by a strange mix of feelings, something she hadn't felt in a very long time—a hint of affection, a spark of desire, and a hint of something more. She wiped the tears from Bella's cheeks with her thumbs, her eyes never leaving hers, and while trying to hide her own set of emotional tears, with a trembling voice she said to Bella "You really think I'm someone special."
Bella nodded vigorously, her sobs subsiding. "You're amazing," she managed to say, her voice thick with emotion. "You're strong, and powerful, and I... I just want to be a part of that." Bella says as her sobs Start again.
Vivian felt something shift within her. She had never allowed herself to be vulnerable like this, to care for someone so deeply that it hurt. But here she was, her heart racing, her body pulsing with desire and a strange warmth that she didn't recognize. As a tear rolls down Vivian's face she stares at Bella and says. "I'm afraid to open my heart again. How can I trust you after what you did tonight, regardless of why you did it."
Seeing Vivian in tears just shattered what was left of Bella's heart, as Bella cups her own face and drops to her knees letting out the louds sobs and most tears up to this point.
"I'm sorry," Bella whispered, her voice barely audible through her sobs. "I never wanted to hurt you. I just... I wanted to show you that I'm all in. That I'm not just playing around....
..please I'll do anything to make it right....I didn't know how to express the fact that I Love You" and with those three words, staring up at Vivian, Bella lost it.
Vivian felt a lump form in her throat. She had been hurt before, but the raw emotion in Bella's voice was undeniable. She bent down, her hand reaching for Bella's trembling chin, and tipped it up to meet her gaze. "You love me?" she asked, her voice hoarse.
Bella nodded, her eyes pleading. "More than anything," she choked out between sobs. "I didn't know how to tell you. I thought if you felt what I felt, you'd understand."
Vivian's heart breaks as she drops to her knees speechless.
Vivian's knees gave out beneath her, and she crouched down in front of Bella, her own eyes brimming with tears. Vivian couldn't believe what she heard and asked again "You love me?" she repeated, her voice cracking. She had never heard those words spoken with such sincerity, especially not in a place like this.
Bella's sobs grew louder as she nodded, her entire body shaking with the force of her emotions. "I do," she whispered.
Vivian stared at her, the weight of Bella's words heavy in the air. She had never expected to find love in the tickling underground, but here it was, raw and unfiltered, laid bare before her. Vivian with tears running down her face harder now, was speechless.
"You...you love me?" she asked again, the words feeling foreign on her tongue.
Bella nodded, her sobs growing softer as she watched Vivian's expression. "Yes," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I do."
Vivian's eyes searched Bella's, looking for any sign of deceit, but all she saw was a deep, unshakable love. The walls she had built around her heart began to crumble, and she felt something she hadn't felt in a very long time—hope. "Get up," she said gently, helping Bella to her feet. "We're leaving."
The owner's smug expression fell when they emerged from the office, hand in hand. He tried to protest, but the fiery determination in Vivian's eyes silenced him. Bella's heart swelled with relief and love, feeling the strength of Vivian's grip as they navigated through the crowd.
As they stepped out into the cool night air, the chaos of the club faded behind them. The neon lights cast an eerie glow on their faces, highlighting the tears and sweat that still lingered from their intense experience.
Vivian's hand was firm in Bella's, guiding her through the alleyways that led to her apartment. The sound of their heels echoing off the brick walls was the only sound that filled the silence between them.
Once inside, Vivian locked the door behind them and turned to face Bella. The intensity of the club was replaced by the soft glow of candles, casting shadows across the room that danced with the emotions playing out on their faces.
"You love me?" Vivian's voice was a mix of disbelief and wonder, her eyes searching Bella's face for any sign of deception. But all she saw was the raw, trembling vulnerability that mirrored her own feelings. "How...how did this happen?"
Bella looked down at their entwined fingers, feeling the warmth of Vivian's hand. "I don't know," she admitted, her voice small. "It just did. Being with you, experiencing this...it's changed me."
Vivian stepped closer, her heart racing as she studied Bella's tear-stained face. "And you want to be with me?" she asked, her voice a whisper.
Bella nodded, her eyes never leaving Vivian's. "More than anything," she murmured, the conviction in her voice unmistakable.
Vivian's hand rose to cup Bella's cheek, her thumb brushing away a stray tear. "And you're willing to go through this... for me?" she asked, her voice cracking.
Bella leaned into the gentle touch, her eyes never leaving Vivian's. "Yes," she whispered. "I'd do anything for you."
Vivian searched Bella's eyes, the gravity of the situation sinking in. She had never allowed herself to be vulnerable with someone before, but there was something about Bella that made her want to let go of her fears. With a deep breath, she closed the distance between them, her hand sliding around Bella's waist.
Their bodies pressed together, the heat of their skin a stark contrast to the cool air in the apartment. Vivian leaned in, her lips hovering just above Bella's, their breath mingling in the space between them. For a moment, they just stood there, the air thick with unspoken words and the echoes of their tumultuous evening. Then Vivian starts crying as she says softly to Bella. "Bella I've been hurt before, I'm scared"
Bella starts crying as she wraps her arms around Vivian's waist, holding her tightly. "I'm scared too," she whispered, her eyes never leaving Vivian's. "But I know we can do this together."
Vivian's arms snaked around Bella's shoulders, pulling her closer. "You're sure?" she asked, her voice thick with emotion.
Bella nodded, her eyes shining with determination. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," she whispered.
With a tremble that started in her chest and worked its way to her fingertips, Vivian closed the gap between them, pressing her lips to Bella's in a kiss that was gentle at first, almost tentative. But as Bella responded, her arms tightening around her, Vivian felt the passion she had been holding back for so long begin to unravel.
The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as if they were both trying to convey their love and fear in that single point of contact. Their tongues danced together, a silent conversation filled with unspoken promises and confessions.
Vivian's hands slid down Bella's body, her fingers tracing the lines of her tickling-sensitive skin. She knew every spot that would make Bella squirm and giggle, every inch that held the potential for both pleasure and pain. But tonight, it was different. The power dynamics had shifted, and she was no longer just the Mistress in charge.
Bella's hands roamed over Vivian's body, exploring the curves and planes that had been hidden beneath her usual attire. She felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, knowing that she was now on the same level as her Mistress, vulnerable and open to the same torments she had endured.
The kiss grew more passionate, their breaths mingling as they lost themselves in the moment. Vivian's hands began to tickle Bella's sides, the same way she had done in the club, but this time there was no fear, only a deep, intense love. Bella giggled into the kiss, her body responding instinctively to the touch she had come to crave.
Breaking away, Vivian looked into Bella's eyes, her own filled with a newfound tenderness. "I need to make sure you're ready for this," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "For everything that comes with loving someone like me."
Bella's cheeks flushed, but she met Vivian's gaze unflinchingly. "I am," she said, her voice firm. "I want this. I want us."
Vivian's hands continued to explore, her fingers dancing over Bella's bare skin. She traced the edge of Bella's bikini, her touch feather-light, teasing the sensitive flesh beneath. Bella's giggles grew more urgent, her body arching into the touch.
"I need to hear you say it," Vivian whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion. "Say that you want me to tickle you."
Bella's breath hitched as she felt the heat of Vivian's breath against her skin. "I want you to tickle me," she murmured, her voice a mix of anticipation and need.
Vivian's eyes darkened with desire as she leaned in, her lips skimming Bella's neck. "And do you want me to make you laugh?" she asked, her voice a low purr.
Bella nodded, her breathing becoming more ragged. "Yes," she gasped, "make me laugh."
Vivian's fingers dipped beneath the fabric of Bella's shorts and bikini, her touch feather-light as she began to tickle the sensitive skin of her stomach. Bella's laughter filled the room, a sweet sound that sent a thrill through Vivian's body. She had never felt this way before, this mix of power and vulnerability, of giving and receiving pleasure.
Their kiss grew more intense, their tongues dancing together as Vivian's tickling grew more insistent. Bella's laughter turned to gasps, her body squirming against Vivian's touch. The sound of fabric rustling and skin sliding filled the air as they both lost themselves in the moment.
Vivian's hands roamed further, teasing the sensitive flesh of Bella's thighs, her fingers inching closer to the wetness that awaited her. Bella's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed as she gave in to the sensation. The fear of the unknown was replaced by a thrilling anticipation, a desire to push past her boundaries and explore this new side of herself.
"And do you want me to make you cum?" Vivian's voice was a seductive whisper, her breath hot against Bella's ear.
Bella's eyes snapped open, her cheeks flaming red. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so alive. "Yes," she breathed, her voice barely a murmur. "I want you to make me cum."
Vivian's smile grew wicked, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "As you wish," she purred, her fingers sliding under the fabric of Bella's bikini. The soft, wet warmth of Bella's pussy met her touch, and she felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her own body. She had never been with someone who trusted her so completely, who was willing to hand over their pleasure so willingly.
Her fingers began to tickle Bella's clit, lightly at first, the sensation making Bella's body quiver. The giggles turned to moans as Vivian's touch grew more insistent, her thumb circling the sensitive bud while her other hand continued to tickle Bella's stomach. The sound of their combined breathing and the occasional giggle filled the room, a symphony of passion and desire.
Vivian's own arousal grew with every gasp and squirm from Bella. She had never felt this connected to someone, this in sync with their pleasure and pain. It was intoxicating, and she found herself getting lost in the feeling of their bodies pressed together, the way Bella's skin felt under her touch.
As Bella's moans grew louder, Vivian knew she was close. She increased the pressure on her clit, her own body responding to the sweet sounds of pleasure she was drawing from the other woman. Bella's hips began to buck, her legs trembling as the orgasm built within her.
Vivian felt a surge of power, a thrill that went beyond the typical dynamics of their sessions. This was love, raw and unfiltered, and it was the most exhilarating thing she had ever experienced. She watched Bella's face contort with ecstasy, her eyes rolling back in her head as she rode the wave of pleasure.
The room was a whirlwind of sensation, the air thick with the scent of arousal and the sound of their combined breaths. Bella's body was a canvas of reactions, her skin flushing with pleasure as Vivian's fingers worked their magic. Every giggle, every twitch of Bella's hips, was a testament to the depth of their connection.
Vivian felt Bella's body tense, her breath catching in her throat. She knew the moment was near, the moment where the laughter turned to pure, unbridled pleasure. Her own desire was palpable, her own body aching for release. But she waited, her focus solely on Bella.
Bella's moans grew more desperate, her body writhing against Vivian's touch. She felt the beginnings of the climax building within her, a pressure that grew with every stroke of Vivian's fingers. The tickling on her stomach grew more intense, the sensation melding with the pleasure between her legs.
"Vivian," Bella gasped, her voice strained. "I'm... I'm going to... oh God..."
Vivian's own breath hitched as she felt Bella's body begin to spasm. She watched with a mix of pride and awe as Bella's orgasm washed over her, her muscles tightening around her fingers. The sound of their shared pleasure filled the room, a symphony of love and lust that echoed in their hearts.
As the tremors subsided, Vivian pulled Bella into her arms, holding her tightly. Bella's giggles turned into soft sighs as she buried her face into Vivian's neck, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
"Thank you," Bella murmured, her voice muffled against Vivian's skin.
Vivian held her close, her own heart racing as she felt the rapid beat of Bella's pulse. "For what?" she asked, her voice soft.
Bella pulled back, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "For showing me what it's like to truly trust someone," she said, her voice shaking. "For making me feel like I can be whoever I want to be, even if it's just in this moment."
Vivian's chest tightened at the words, her emotions a whirlwind of love and fear. She had never allowed herself to be so open, so vulnerable with anyone. But with Bella, it felt right. She leaned in, capturing Bella's lips in a kiss that spoke of her own love and acceptance. The kiss grew deeper, their tongues exploring each other's mouths with a passion that left them both breathless.
Breaking away, Vivian looked into Bella's eyes, her own filled with a soft, tender light. "You're mine," she murmured, her voice a gentle caress. "And I'll do anything to make you happy."
Bella's eyes widened with surprise and joy, the words she had longed to hear finally spoken aloud. "And I'm yours," she replied, her voice equally soft. "I'll follow you anywhere."
Vivian's expression grew serious, her gaze searching Bella's. "This isn't just about the tickling, is it?" she asked, her thumb tracing Bella's swollen lower lip.
Bella took a deep breath, her heart racing. "No," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's about us. It's about finding something... real."
Vivian's eyes searched hers, a hint of fear and doubt lingering in the depths. "Real?" she echoed. "What does that mean, Bella?"
Bella nodded, her eyes shimmering with the intensity of her feelings. "It means that I want to explore every part of this with you, not just the tickling. I want to know all of you, the good, the bad, the... everything."
Vivian's expression softened, the doubt slowly giving way to something else—a spark of hope, perhaps. "And what if the real me isn't what you expect?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Bella's smile was filled with warmth and reassurance. "Then we'll deal with it together," she said firmly. "But I know you're worth it."
Vivian felt a surge of emotion, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a very long time. Love was a concept she had buried deep within herself, fearful of the pain it could bring. But here it was, staring her in the face, wrapped in the form of a woman who had come to mean more to her than she ever thought possible.
"I want to be with you," Vivian said, her voice steady despite the turmoil in her heart. "But you need to understand that my world isn't all rainbows and butterflies. It's... complicated."
Bella nodded, her gaze never leaving Vivian's. "I know it's not perfect," she whispered. "But I don't want to be perfect. I just want you."
Vivian's heart swelled with love for this brave, beautiful woman who had captured her heart. She leaned in, her forehead resting against Bella's. "I'll try," she murmured. "For you, I'll try."
As they make their way to the bedroom the passion of pleasure they share the rest of the night is amazing.........the next few days are amazing for Vivian and Bella as they grow closer to each other, but Bella's crave to be tickled is to strong, and wants to have another tickling club experience with Vivian this time as a very ticklish couple.....Vivian agrees in return for something special from Bella later own.
The anticipation for the next club night builds as they discuss their limits and what they're willing to explore together. Bella's excitement is palpable, her body responding to the mere thought of the tickling she knows is to come.
