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F/F Story: Cinderella’s Home Life
Cinderella awoke to find herself tied to her bed. The girl was naked above the waist,
and barefoot.
“Welcome back, Cinderella,” her wicked stepmother, Lady Tremaine, teased.
Cinderella squirmed in deep embarrassment. She was afraid that she was going to be
tickled. For her stepmother and stepsisters often tickled her without mercy.
Then Anastasia and Drisella entered, smiling at Cinderella wickedly. Lady Tremaine
welcomed the newcomers. “Girls, doesn’t your stepsister look cute?”
“Oh, yes!” the girls giggled.
“She seems to be in a ticklish situation,” quipped Lady Tremaine suggestively.
The word ticklish aroused the girls’ immediate enthusiasm, and their eyes lit up.
They began to smile in wicked delight as the purpose of this session became clear
to them.
Their mother continued, “You do remember, of course, how ticklish Cinderella is,
don’t you?”
Anastasia replied, “Oh, do we ever!”
“And I’m sure you recall how tickling drives her utterly out of her wits,” she added,
winking at the girls.
“You bet!” Drisella responded with sinful glee.
Lady Tremaine continued, “Then let’s have some fun with your stepsister. Let’s tickle
the daylights out of her. What do you say?” The girls approved enthusiastically.
Cinderella’s eyes widened. She was nearly frantic as she cried out, “Oh, no! Please
don’t do that to me! PLEASE DON’T TICKLE ME!” Lady Tremaine smiled,
and the girls tittered.
“You know, Cinderella, since you’re so ticklish, you should be very careful. Otherwise,
some cruel women might subdue you, and then tickle you—without mercy,” Lady
Tremaine teased pointedly.
She continued, “You might like to know, that I’ve instructed your stepsisters in the
delightful art of tickling. I’ve taught them all the tricks. All of them,” she stressed.
Then she added parenthetically, “Oh, what tickle hell I put their poor father through!
How he suffered! Can you guess how he died, Cinderella? That’s right. One night,
I tickled the poor goof to death!”
This revelation shocked Cinderella, but seemed already known to the others.
Then Lady Tremaine continued, “You’ve been tickled before, Cinderella, but what we
have in store for you will be brand new. For there is nothing more positively
maddening than being tickled all over at once.”
All over at once? Cinderella gasped dismay at the very thought.
Then Lady Tremaine said, “All right, Anastasia. Rehearsal.”
“Rehearsal?” Cinderella pondered. Obviously, this tickle-fest had been planned.
Anastasia stood at the head of the bed. She began tickling Cinderella’s underarms
and breasts. Her stepsister bellowed with laughter.
When Anastasia stopped, her mother said, “You next, Drisella.”
Drisella began tickling her stepsister’s ribs and tummy. Cinderella screamed
with riotous laughter.
When Drisella attacked Cinderella’s super-ticklish belly button, the poor girl went
ballistic, as always. The others could not help but laugh at her antics.
Then Drisella stopped, and Lady Tremaine positioned herself at Cinderella’s feet.
“My turn now,” she said.
She had tied back her Cinderella’s toes, enabling her to tickle the girl’s feet
with great effect. Poor Cinderella howled with laughter.
Then, with pauses for the sake of prolonging anticipation—especially Cinderella’s—
Lady Tremaine spoke: “All right girls. On your mark. Get set. TICKLE!”
Then Cinderella’s tickling ordeal began in earnest. With all three tickling her at once,
she broke into convulsive, hysterical laughter.
Anastasia expertly tickled Cinderella’s underarms and breasts. At the same time,
Drisella skillfully tickled her ribs and tummy.
Most devastatingly of all, Lady Tremaine inflicted an agonizing tickling of Cinderella’s
feet (which they all knew from past experience were extremely ticklish). “Oh, I’m
enjoying this so much!” the wicked woman gleefully exclaimed.
They tickled Cinderella without mercy. Their devilish fingers were able to thrill her body
with the most electrifying—and maddening—sensations imaginable.
All the while, Cinderella shrieked with laughter and writhed fiercely. She’d never
experienced anything like this before.
“Look at the pretty worm squirm! And listen to her howl!” her stepmother laughed.
Her tormentors wore the wickedest grins, revealing the sinful pleasure that they were
deriving from tickling her, and thereby humiliating her.
She could tell that they enjoyed, not only her shrieks of laughter, but also her wriggling,
writhing, and squirming in response to their unmerciful tickling.
When they paused briefly, she screamed hysterically, “Dear ones, please have
mercy! I can’t stand it! I’m too ticklish for this! I’M TOO TICKLISH!”
“Do you hear that, girls?” Lady Tremaine asked. ”She’s too ticklish for this. How
delightful!” They all laughed heartily.
Then her stepmother signaled a stop to let her rest.
"Please, no more! This is so humiliating,” she begged. They all chuckled with wicked
glee.
Her stepmother responded, “It’s supposed to be humiliating, you imp! How you
encourage us! Make no mistake, Cinderella. Humiliating you gives us the most
delightful pleasure!”
Then, laughing and flushed, they resumed their attack with increased vigor. There was
cruelty in their eyes.
The devastating of the tickling was evident in Cinderella's hysterical struggling. She
was suffering true tickle torture at the hands of she-devils who took sadistic pleasure
tickling her to pieces.
As the trio tickled the daylights out of her, roars of uncontrollable laughter issued forth
from their hapless tickle toy. They were thoroughly delighted, and pressed on.
Until now, Cinderella wouldn’t have believed that the human body could experience
such sensations: an astonishing blend of ecstasy and agony. She howled as the
tickling sensations exploded in her brain.
Tears filled her eyes, and she laughed louder and longer than ever before in her young
life. She shook the room with the vibrations of her bellowing laughter.
When they paused, she was nearly out of her mind from the fiendish tickling.
They regarded her with sinful satisfaction, delighted by her exhaustion and humiliation.
They took great pleasure in seeing how they had reduced her to a groveling blob of silly
putty.
“Isn’t it delicious fun turning Cinderella into a blubbering, quivering, lump of ticklish
jelly?” Lady Tremaine asked. “We must do it again—and again. Soon!” The girls
enthusiastically agreed.
“This is the way we like you, Cinderella,” she continued. Cinderella moaned.
Then Lady Tremaine said, “You know, what I especially enjoy is humiliating your
stepsister. This must be unspeakably embarrassing for her. Isn’t that so, Cinderella?”
“Yes, yes!” the girl moaned.
Then they began their final assault. Previously, their tickling had been largely playful.
Now it was truly sadistic, and drove Cinderella to new levels of hilarity.
Their nimble fingers mercilessly worked over her most sensitive spots: her underarms,
breasts, ribs, tummy, and feet. The tickling sensations penetrated her body like
electric currents.
Finally, she cried out loudly in ticklish agony, agony so intense that she lost
consciousness.
All three women smiled with sinful delight, and the girls were overwhelmed by fierce
climaxes. Their mother was most pleased by their reactions. (Later, in her boudoir,
she would bring about a fierce climax of her own.)
Mother and daughters were entirely satisfied now.
(Previously published elsewhere)
Cinderella awoke to find herself tied to her bed. The girl was naked above the waist,
and barefoot.
“Welcome back, Cinderella,” her wicked stepmother, Lady Tremaine, teased.
Cinderella squirmed in deep embarrassment. She was afraid that she was going to be
tickled. For her stepmother and stepsisters often tickled her without mercy.
Then Anastasia and Drisella entered, smiling at Cinderella wickedly. Lady Tremaine
welcomed the newcomers. “Girls, doesn’t your stepsister look cute?”
“Oh, yes!” the girls giggled.
“She seems to be in a ticklish situation,” quipped Lady Tremaine suggestively.
The word ticklish aroused the girls’ immediate enthusiasm, and their eyes lit up.
They began to smile in wicked delight as the purpose of this session became clear
to them.
Their mother continued, “You do remember, of course, how ticklish Cinderella is,
don’t you?”
Anastasia replied, “Oh, do we ever!”
“And I’m sure you recall how tickling drives her utterly out of her wits,” she added,
winking at the girls.
“You bet!” Drisella responded with sinful glee.
Lady Tremaine continued, “Then let’s have some fun with your stepsister. Let’s tickle
the daylights out of her. What do you say?” The girls approved enthusiastically.
Cinderella’s eyes widened. She was nearly frantic as she cried out, “Oh, no! Please
don’t do that to me! PLEASE DON’T TICKLE ME!” Lady Tremaine smiled,
and the girls tittered.
“You know, Cinderella, since you’re so ticklish, you should be very careful. Otherwise,
some cruel women might subdue you, and then tickle you—without mercy,” Lady
Tremaine teased pointedly.
She continued, “You might like to know, that I’ve instructed your stepsisters in the
delightful art of tickling. I’ve taught them all the tricks. All of them,” she stressed.
Then she added parenthetically, “Oh, what tickle hell I put their poor father through!
How he suffered! Can you guess how he died, Cinderella? That’s right. One night,
I tickled the poor goof to death!”
This revelation shocked Cinderella, but seemed already known to the others.
Then Lady Tremaine continued, “You’ve been tickled before, Cinderella, but what we
have in store for you will be brand new. For there is nothing more positively
maddening than being tickled all over at once.”
All over at once? Cinderella gasped dismay at the very thought.
Then Lady Tremaine said, “All right, Anastasia. Rehearsal.”
“Rehearsal?” Cinderella pondered. Obviously, this tickle-fest had been planned.
Anastasia stood at the head of the bed. She began tickling Cinderella’s underarms
and breasts. Her stepsister bellowed with laughter.
When Anastasia stopped, her mother said, “You next, Drisella.”
Drisella began tickling her stepsister’s ribs and tummy. Cinderella screamed
with riotous laughter.
When Drisella attacked Cinderella’s super-ticklish belly button, the poor girl went
ballistic, as always. The others could not help but laugh at her antics.
Then Drisella stopped, and Lady Tremaine positioned herself at Cinderella’s feet.
“My turn now,” she said.
She had tied back her Cinderella’s toes, enabling her to tickle the girl’s feet
with great effect. Poor Cinderella howled with laughter.
Then, with pauses for the sake of prolonging anticipation—especially Cinderella’s—
Lady Tremaine spoke: “All right girls. On your mark. Get set. TICKLE!”
Then Cinderella’s tickling ordeal began in earnest. With all three tickling her at once,
she broke into convulsive, hysterical laughter.
Anastasia expertly tickled Cinderella’s underarms and breasts. At the same time,
Drisella skillfully tickled her ribs and tummy.
Most devastatingly of all, Lady Tremaine inflicted an agonizing tickling of Cinderella’s
feet (which they all knew from past experience were extremely ticklish). “Oh, I’m
enjoying this so much!” the wicked woman gleefully exclaimed.
They tickled Cinderella without mercy. Their devilish fingers were able to thrill her body
with the most electrifying—and maddening—sensations imaginable.
All the while, Cinderella shrieked with laughter and writhed fiercely. She’d never
experienced anything like this before.
“Look at the pretty worm squirm! And listen to her howl!” her stepmother laughed.
Her tormentors wore the wickedest grins, revealing the sinful pleasure that they were
deriving from tickling her, and thereby humiliating her.
She could tell that they enjoyed, not only her shrieks of laughter, but also her wriggling,
writhing, and squirming in response to their unmerciful tickling.
When they paused briefly, she screamed hysterically, “Dear ones, please have
mercy! I can’t stand it! I’m too ticklish for this! I’M TOO TICKLISH!”
“Do you hear that, girls?” Lady Tremaine asked. ”She’s too ticklish for this. How
delightful!” They all laughed heartily.
Then her stepmother signaled a stop to let her rest.
"Please, no more! This is so humiliating,” she begged. They all chuckled with wicked
glee.
Her stepmother responded, “It’s supposed to be humiliating, you imp! How you
encourage us! Make no mistake, Cinderella. Humiliating you gives us the most
delightful pleasure!”
Then, laughing and flushed, they resumed their attack with increased vigor. There was
cruelty in their eyes.
The devastating of the tickling was evident in Cinderella's hysterical struggling. She
was suffering true tickle torture at the hands of she-devils who took sadistic pleasure
tickling her to pieces.
As the trio tickled the daylights out of her, roars of uncontrollable laughter issued forth
from their hapless tickle toy. They were thoroughly delighted, and pressed on.
Until now, Cinderella wouldn’t have believed that the human body could experience
such sensations: an astonishing blend of ecstasy and agony. She howled as the
tickling sensations exploded in her brain.
Tears filled her eyes, and she laughed louder and longer than ever before in her young
life. She shook the room with the vibrations of her bellowing laughter.
When they paused, she was nearly out of her mind from the fiendish tickling.
They regarded her with sinful satisfaction, delighted by her exhaustion and humiliation.
They took great pleasure in seeing how they had reduced her to a groveling blob of silly
putty.
“Isn’t it delicious fun turning Cinderella into a blubbering, quivering, lump of ticklish
jelly?” Lady Tremaine asked. “We must do it again—and again. Soon!” The girls
enthusiastically agreed.
“This is the way we like you, Cinderella,” she continued. Cinderella moaned.
Then Lady Tremaine said, “You know, what I especially enjoy is humiliating your
stepsister. This must be unspeakably embarrassing for her. Isn’t that so, Cinderella?”
“Yes, yes!” the girl moaned.
Then they began their final assault. Previously, their tickling had been largely playful.
Now it was truly sadistic, and drove Cinderella to new levels of hilarity.
Their nimble fingers mercilessly worked over her most sensitive spots: her underarms,
breasts, ribs, tummy, and feet. The tickling sensations penetrated her body like
electric currents.
Finally, she cried out loudly in ticklish agony, agony so intense that she lost
consciousness.
All three women smiled with sinful delight, and the girls were overwhelmed by fierce
climaxes. Their mother was most pleased by their reactions. (Later, in her boudoir,
she would bring about a fierce climax of her own.)
Mother and daughters were entirely satisfied now.
🙂
