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This story is the winner of the 2002 Golden Feather Award for best nonfiction story of the year.
All three characters in this story are over 21 years old.
This story contains extreme F/m tickle torture, foot worship, and some adult material. If that will offend you, then don't read it.
"Double Trouble"
by Milagros
Part One
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I am waiting, naked, on my hands and knees, for Mistress Zara to enter the room. This is a special day that we have been keenly anticipating--a joint session with her friend, Mistress Kassandra. Mistress Zara and I have worked on a script for this role play, and Mistress Kassandra has read it. I will play the role of a boy, and Mistress Kassandra will play the role of my older sister. Mistress Zara will play the role of our babysitter, hired by our parents to take care of us on a holiday weekend. In the role play, she has been our babysitter before, and has had trouble with us misbehaving.
Mistress Zara enters the room, looking quite young in a cheerleader's skirt and sweater, with her lovely feet hidden in knee-high white socks and sneakers. (Actually, she is in her mid 20's. I am quite a bit older.)
"Are you ready, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress Zara," I answer from the floor.
"I'll go out, and Mistress Kassandra will come in, as your sister. When I return, it will be as your babysitter. You may get up, and sit on the couch."
I obey. The room has a large couch, a padded bondage table, a chair, and a cabinet with supplies. Kassandra enters, also looking young in a cheerleader's sweater, with a short skirt, and white socks and sneakers. (Actually, she is in her early 20's.)
"Yuck!" says Kassandra. "You're disgusting, as usual. How can you go running around in the middle of the day with no clothes on?"
"Who cares what you think, sis! If you don't like it, get out of my room. Nobody invited you in here, anyway. You're a pest!"
As we trade insults and pokes, Zara enters the room.
"Are you two fighting again? After the trouble I had with you last time, I didn't want to take this job. But your parents promised me that you two would behave, and I asked for _complete_ _authority_ to do anything necessary to keep you on good behavior. Your parents gave me a free hand. I can punish either one of you, or both of you, as I see fit."
As Zara glares at us, we look down in shame, and await her judgement. She reminds us that the last time she told our parents about our bad behavior, we were both grounded for a month.
"So you have to do what I say. If you obey me, then I won't tell them. Get up on that bed, back-to-back," she adds, pointing to the bondage table.
Kassandra and I obey, climbing up onto the bondage table, and lying on our sides, back-to-back.
Zara removes many lengths of rope from the supply cabinet, and begins by tying us together at shoulder level. My wrists are then tied behind my back, and the same is done to Kassandra. Then Zara ties all four wrists together inbetween our backs. She takes more rope, and moves down to our feet.
"You should know better than to wear shoes in bed!" she scolds Kassandra.
She unlaces Kassandra's sneakers and pulls them off. She pulls off her white socks, also. Kassandra squeals with laughter; Zara has taken the opportunity to tickle her lovely, now bare, feet. It's too bad that I can not see them, tied back-to-back with her.
Zara has a pleased smirk on her face, as she ties Kassandra's ankles together, and then ties mine together. She completes her work by tying all four ankles together, with yet another rope. I can feel Kassandra's bare feet against mine, which excites me.
"I'm now going to have a contest," announces Zara. "I'm going to find out which one of you is more ticklish. The one who is more ticklish will be the loser."
She begins by holding back Kassandra's toes, and tickling her sole with her fingernails. Zara's nails are medium length and strong, and make excellent tickling implements. Kassandra laughs, shrieks, kicks, and shakes, trying to evade the torment. I am shaking along with her, tied to her at the shoulders, wrists, and ankles.
Zara is ruthless, scratching at Kassandra's soles with no mercy, until Kassandra is laughing uncontrollably. Moving up to her calves gives her a little rest, but when Zara's fingernails get behind her knees, Kassandra goes berserk, frantically trying to get away. We are tied too tightly, and she can not escape the ever moving fingers.
After a light tickling on the thighs, Zara digs into Kassandra's lower ribs with both thumbs, causing her to howl like a mad woman, and beg for mercy.
"Oh, no, young lady, you'll get no mercy until I'm good and finished with you," Zara replies.
She moves up the rib cage very slowly, as Kassandra laughs and laughs, unable to speak. When she reaches the armpits, she pokes under both arms at the same time. Kassandra howls again, like an insane woman, and Zara is gleeful.
"I've found your best spot! Right under the arms. Now you're in for it, young lady. This is quite a lot of fun. And this is going to go on for quite some time."
She keeps digging into Kassandra's armpits for a good five minutes, until Kassandra is too weak to laugh very loudly, until she is truly desparate for air, until she would promise anything to Zara in exchange for a break from the tickling, but she has no breath, and can not speak.
Finally, Zara stops. Kassandra is now panting and gasping, and still can not speak. Zara walks around to my side of the table, and looks deep into my eyes.
"Your sister is quite ticklish, about 8 on a scale of 0 to 10. But now it's your turn, young man, and I don't believe that you are going to enjoy this."
Zara begins by digging into my collarbones, which she knows are very ticklish. I begin to laugh hard, and shake, dragging Kassandra with me as I struggle.
"No way you can escape my magic fingers," says Zara, moving down to my armpits. I go berserk, as she pokes and pokes under my arms. I am laughing so hard that I can't breathe well, and the bondage table is shaking, even with my weight and Kassandra's on it. Zara never lets up, and I am hardly able to make a sound, as she keeps tickling and tickling under my arms.
It seems like an eternity, but is probably only five minutes, when she moves down to my ribs. She plays them like a piano, one hand on each side, as I laugh and laugh. My armpits still ache, as she gives my ribs a real going over.
In between my bursts of laughter, I manage to get out two words, "please, mercy."
"No mercy for naughty boys!" says Zara. "Not now, not ever. Tickle, tickle, tickle, baby boy. That's what you'll get--endless tickling. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Do you like it? Because I haven't even begun to tickle you, really."
It is not so bad when she goes down to my thighs. They are ticklish, but not nearly as much as other places. Behhind my knees causes me to thrash and howl again, much to Zara's amusement. She digs her nails behind my knees for a few minutes, and grins at my frantic reaction.
She stops, goes to my feet, holds the toes back on my right foot, and pauses. She lets me tremble in anticipation for ten full seconds. Then it starts--the deadly scrabbling of her fingernails on my taut sole. I go mad. I kick and thrash so much that she climbs up on the bondage table, and sits over our four legs to keep me still. I am laughing so hard that I can't breathe at all, and I am desparate. But she keeps it up, switching to my left foot, until I think that I will pass out. I am in tickle hell, suffering and suffering, unable to do anything about it. Zara revels in my helpless ticklish vulnerability, and tickles me without a pause. She tickles and tickles, and I can do nothing but endure it.
At long last she stops. I just tremble and gasp, and Kassandra speaks.
"He's more ticklish, isn't he? Don't I win?"
It is obvious to all three of us that I am indeed more ticklish than Kassandra, but Zara says, "I'm not sure. So I'll just have to continue the contest."
She climbs down from the bondage table, and picks up two toothbrushes from the supplies. With a look of delight, she pokes them into Kassandra's armpits. Kassandra shrieks, and laughs, and struggles. Zara keeps this up for only about two minutes.
"Still an 8," says Zara.
She comes over to me, and holds the toothbrushes in front of my face, and grins. Again, she lets me tremble in anticipation for about ten seconds, before poking them under my arms. I howl, and the whole table shakes, as I laugh and laugh. She keeps it up for five full minutes, until I'm too exhausted to struggle, and just lie there, enduring unbearable tickle torture.
She stops, and drops the brushes to the floor. She looks at me with pity. My armpits are aching worse than ever, and I am panting.
"You're a 9 at least, maybe 9 and a half. You lose the contest."
"Yippee! I win, I win, I win!!" exults Kassandra.
Zara unties all the ropes that hold us together, and then unties Kassandra's ankles and wrists. As Kassandra gets down from the bondage table, rubbing her wrists to restore full circulation, Zara tightens the ropes holding my ankles together, and also tightens the ropes holding my wrists together behind my back. This does not bode well for me, I think.
[to be continued in this thread]
All three characters in this story are over 21 years old.
This story contains extreme F/m tickle torture, foot worship, and some adult material. If that will offend you, then don't read it.
"Double Trouble"
by Milagros
Part One
---------
I am waiting, naked, on my hands and knees, for Mistress Zara to enter the room. This is a special day that we have been keenly anticipating--a joint session with her friend, Mistress Kassandra. Mistress Zara and I have worked on a script for this role play, and Mistress Kassandra has read it. I will play the role of a boy, and Mistress Kassandra will play the role of my older sister. Mistress Zara will play the role of our babysitter, hired by our parents to take care of us on a holiday weekend. In the role play, she has been our babysitter before, and has had trouble with us misbehaving.
Mistress Zara enters the room, looking quite young in a cheerleader's skirt and sweater, with her lovely feet hidden in knee-high white socks and sneakers. (Actually, she is in her mid 20's. I am quite a bit older.)
"Are you ready, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress Zara," I answer from the floor.
"I'll go out, and Mistress Kassandra will come in, as your sister. When I return, it will be as your babysitter. You may get up, and sit on the couch."
I obey. The room has a large couch, a padded bondage table, a chair, and a cabinet with supplies. Kassandra enters, also looking young in a cheerleader's sweater, with a short skirt, and white socks and sneakers. (Actually, she is in her early 20's.)
"Yuck!" says Kassandra. "You're disgusting, as usual. How can you go running around in the middle of the day with no clothes on?"
"Who cares what you think, sis! If you don't like it, get out of my room. Nobody invited you in here, anyway. You're a pest!"
As we trade insults and pokes, Zara enters the room.
"Are you two fighting again? After the trouble I had with you last time, I didn't want to take this job. But your parents promised me that you two would behave, and I asked for _complete_ _authority_ to do anything necessary to keep you on good behavior. Your parents gave me a free hand. I can punish either one of you, or both of you, as I see fit."
As Zara glares at us, we look down in shame, and await her judgement. She reminds us that the last time she told our parents about our bad behavior, we were both grounded for a month.
"So you have to do what I say. If you obey me, then I won't tell them. Get up on that bed, back-to-back," she adds, pointing to the bondage table.
Kassandra and I obey, climbing up onto the bondage table, and lying on our sides, back-to-back.
Zara removes many lengths of rope from the supply cabinet, and begins by tying us together at shoulder level. My wrists are then tied behind my back, and the same is done to Kassandra. Then Zara ties all four wrists together inbetween our backs. She takes more rope, and moves down to our feet.
"You should know better than to wear shoes in bed!" she scolds Kassandra.
She unlaces Kassandra's sneakers and pulls them off. She pulls off her white socks, also. Kassandra squeals with laughter; Zara has taken the opportunity to tickle her lovely, now bare, feet. It's too bad that I can not see them, tied back-to-back with her.
Zara has a pleased smirk on her face, as she ties Kassandra's ankles together, and then ties mine together. She completes her work by tying all four ankles together, with yet another rope. I can feel Kassandra's bare feet against mine, which excites me.
"I'm now going to have a contest," announces Zara. "I'm going to find out which one of you is more ticklish. The one who is more ticklish will be the loser."
She begins by holding back Kassandra's toes, and tickling her sole with her fingernails. Zara's nails are medium length and strong, and make excellent tickling implements. Kassandra laughs, shrieks, kicks, and shakes, trying to evade the torment. I am shaking along with her, tied to her at the shoulders, wrists, and ankles.
Zara is ruthless, scratching at Kassandra's soles with no mercy, until Kassandra is laughing uncontrollably. Moving up to her calves gives her a little rest, but when Zara's fingernails get behind her knees, Kassandra goes berserk, frantically trying to get away. We are tied too tightly, and she can not escape the ever moving fingers.
After a light tickling on the thighs, Zara digs into Kassandra's lower ribs with both thumbs, causing her to howl like a mad woman, and beg for mercy.
"Oh, no, young lady, you'll get no mercy until I'm good and finished with you," Zara replies.
She moves up the rib cage very slowly, as Kassandra laughs and laughs, unable to speak. When she reaches the armpits, she pokes under both arms at the same time. Kassandra howls again, like an insane woman, and Zara is gleeful.
"I've found your best spot! Right under the arms. Now you're in for it, young lady. This is quite a lot of fun. And this is going to go on for quite some time."
She keeps digging into Kassandra's armpits for a good five minutes, until Kassandra is too weak to laugh very loudly, until she is truly desparate for air, until she would promise anything to Zara in exchange for a break from the tickling, but she has no breath, and can not speak.
Finally, Zara stops. Kassandra is now panting and gasping, and still can not speak. Zara walks around to my side of the table, and looks deep into my eyes.
"Your sister is quite ticklish, about 8 on a scale of 0 to 10. But now it's your turn, young man, and I don't believe that you are going to enjoy this."
Zara begins by digging into my collarbones, which she knows are very ticklish. I begin to laugh hard, and shake, dragging Kassandra with me as I struggle.
"No way you can escape my magic fingers," says Zara, moving down to my armpits. I go berserk, as she pokes and pokes under my arms. I am laughing so hard that I can't breathe well, and the bondage table is shaking, even with my weight and Kassandra's on it. Zara never lets up, and I am hardly able to make a sound, as she keeps tickling and tickling under my arms.
It seems like an eternity, but is probably only five minutes, when she moves down to my ribs. She plays them like a piano, one hand on each side, as I laugh and laugh. My armpits still ache, as she gives my ribs a real going over.
In between my bursts of laughter, I manage to get out two words, "please, mercy."
"No mercy for naughty boys!" says Zara. "Not now, not ever. Tickle, tickle, tickle, baby boy. That's what you'll get--endless tickling. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Do you like it? Because I haven't even begun to tickle you, really."
It is not so bad when she goes down to my thighs. They are ticklish, but not nearly as much as other places. Behhind my knees causes me to thrash and howl again, much to Zara's amusement. She digs her nails behind my knees for a few minutes, and grins at my frantic reaction.
She stops, goes to my feet, holds the toes back on my right foot, and pauses. She lets me tremble in anticipation for ten full seconds. Then it starts--the deadly scrabbling of her fingernails on my taut sole. I go mad. I kick and thrash so much that she climbs up on the bondage table, and sits over our four legs to keep me still. I am laughing so hard that I can't breathe at all, and I am desparate. But she keeps it up, switching to my left foot, until I think that I will pass out. I am in tickle hell, suffering and suffering, unable to do anything about it. Zara revels in my helpless ticklish vulnerability, and tickles me without a pause. She tickles and tickles, and I can do nothing but endure it.
At long last she stops. I just tremble and gasp, and Kassandra speaks.
"He's more ticklish, isn't he? Don't I win?"
It is obvious to all three of us that I am indeed more ticklish than Kassandra, but Zara says, "I'm not sure. So I'll just have to continue the contest."
She climbs down from the bondage table, and picks up two toothbrushes from the supplies. With a look of delight, she pokes them into Kassandra's armpits. Kassandra shrieks, and laughs, and struggles. Zara keeps this up for only about two minutes.
"Still an 8," says Zara.
She comes over to me, and holds the toothbrushes in front of my face, and grins. Again, she lets me tremble in anticipation for about ten seconds, before poking them under my arms. I howl, and the whole table shakes, as I laugh and laugh. She keeps it up for five full minutes, until I'm too exhausted to struggle, and just lie there, enduring unbearable tickle torture.
She stops, and drops the brushes to the floor. She looks at me with pity. My armpits are aching worse than ever, and I am panting.
"You're a 9 at least, maybe 9 and a half. You lose the contest."
"Yippee! I win, I win, I win!!" exults Kassandra.
Zara unties all the ropes that hold us together, and then unties Kassandra's ankles and wrists. As Kassandra gets down from the bondage table, rubbing her wrists to restore full circulation, Zara tightens the ropes holding my ankles together, and also tightens the ropes holding my wrists together behind my back. This does not bode well for me, I think.
[to be continued in this thread]
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