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Last week I suffered one of the most embarrassing and humiliating days of my life. You see, I had been working for a company for over five years when I needed to take a maternity leave for six weeks. While I was gone, my boss needed to temporarily hire someone else to do my work. I had no problem with this and even expected it, after all, business must go on. My boss asked me to help train Donna, and again, I had no problem with this and agreed.
When I came back from maternity leave, I expected things would return to “normal”, but I was mistaken. My boss had an increase in work and decided that not only should I return, as was expected, but he should keep Donna as an employee. Again, I was fine with this until I found that she was doing most of the things I used to do and I was only given menial and boring tasks to accomplish. I started acting catty towards Donna, only I thought I did a decent job in disguising my displeasure so no one would know my true feelings, not even Donna. I WAS WRONG!!!
Donna most have devised a plot in her mind and she invited me over for dinner. She said she wanted to thank me for helping to train her in regard to the work she was doing. She also said she thought I might enjoy a couple of hours away from my husband and the baby. Not knowing that Donna had picked up on my “cattiness”, and taking her at face value, I agreed.
I arrived at Donna’s house the next evening. She previously told me since we would just be at her house, this would be very informal. Being at the height of the heat wave we were having this summer, I wore a pair of shorts, a shirt tied just above my midriff, and a pair of sandals. I didn’t realize it then but, Donna must have been salivating when I walked in. Donna even suggested I take off the sandals to make myself more comfortable.
Everything Donna served that evening was highly seasoned. Now, I had no complaints because I like spicy food and enjoy seasonings, must I did drink a lot of water as a result. Oh, if only I knew I was walking in to a trap and everything was going exactly as Donna had planned.
After dinner, Donna suggested we go into the living room to watch some television. The two of us were seated on the couch when, all of a sudden, Donna reached over and started grabbing my ribs. She squeezed once, but didn’t let go. While she was squeezing, she began to pump her fingers back and forth on my ribs, as if she was playing the trumpet.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA,” I laughed as my body began to convulse and I started kicking my feet wildly. Donna just began to squeeze harder. This time she would squeeze with all her fingers and then let go and she kept repeating this action. “STAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHP,” I laughed, as I was being tormented. “WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAWHY ARE YOU DOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAING THIS,” I finally managed to ask.
Donna just looked at me with a sadistic smile and didn’t say a word. She continued to tickle and I continued to struggle. I was not tied up but I was caught off guard and had very little ability to fight back. Finally I stopped struggling, not because Donna stopped tickling, not because I wasn’t ticklish anymore simply because I had used up all my energy and had no strength left to protest or fight.
I think this was exactly the moment Donna was waiting for as now, while she still continued to work over my ribs, she began to speak. “Beth, did you really think I didn’t notice what a bitch you’ve been to me lately. You’ve been tying to sabotage everything I’ve been doing. You’re obviously a jealous bitch, insecure in your abilities to do the work and perhaps with good reason as Seth (the boss) now prefers me to you, which is why I’m getting all the meaty work. Now, you are going to pay for being so mean to me.”
I was furious, I had gotten some of my strength back and was now ready to get Donna off of me when she sat her butt down on my lap, her back to my face, trapping my feet underneath her. She pulled up one of my legs between her two legs, leaned forward and began to tickle my foot.
“NOT MY FOOHAHAHAHAHTTT!,” I screamed, but it was too late. She simply worked her index finger, back and forth over the sole of my foot, in a slow, torturous motion. “STA, STA, STAHAHAHA, STOP!!!,” I finally managed to yell, once again, my whole body convulsing, but unable to pull away, as Donna was sitting on me. “OH,OH,OH,HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA,” I tried to keep myself from laughing, denying her the pleasure, but I was unable and erupted in a fit of laughter.
While I kept trying to fight, I was exhausted and had very little energy left. My body still moving, but very weakly. Then I found out just how cruel Donna could be. She got up, knelt at my feet and started spider tickling the bottom portion of my leg, working her way up to my knee cap, she never went past the knee cap, but she continually worked her way up to that point and then back down to my foot. I was feeling a new sensation due to all the water I drank with the meal and began to think this was part of the plan. “MY GOHAHAHAHAHDDDDDD, I’M GOING TO PEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE,” I screamed. Donna just looked at me with her sadistic smile and started to laugh herself. I began wondering which one of us was being tickled but when Donna started working the fingers of one hand between my toes and the fingers on her other hand up and down my leg, I knew the answers.
“NOHOHOHOHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA,” I laughed as a liquid started to roll down my leg. I tried holding out as long as I could but it was no use. My white shorts were now soaked with pee, but instead of this being the end and instead of Donna letting me go, she seemed to get angry at me.
“Even my dog doesn’t go inside the house. You need to be punished,” she said, as I found myself draped over her leg and my ass being spanked. At some point, while she was doing this, she must have untied my top, but I was so humiliated and so disoriented, I couldn’t even tell you when that happened.
Once she finished the spanking , she started spider tickling my breast. Right now, as I am a nursing mother, my breasts are even more sensitive than normal. She continued her spider tickling, causing me to laugh hard but she did not stop until I started lactating. Again, Donna just laughed at me milk started flowing. Then she got real cruel and started gently squeezing and pinching around my nipple with her thumb and pointer fingers. She was milking me like some sort of fuckin cow.
“Stop,” I cried. Now, I was no longer laughing, I was bawling my eyes out. I was tickled beyond belief, forced to wet my pants and milked like an animal. Donna finally stopped squeezing my tit and for good measure, just went back to my ribs, where she had started and tickled me for another ten minutes.
“PLEHAHAHAHAHSE, STOHAHAHAHP, I LEARNED MYHAHAHAHAHA LESSON,” I laughed.
“I’m not so sure you did,” came the response, as Donna did stop tickling me. With that, she pushed a couple of buttons on her DVD player and played back a portion of the events that had just taken place. “That’s right Beth,” she said, “I just taped the events of the evening. If you don’t want me to show it to people, you will do exactly what I say. There is a website, TMF. Part of it features stories about tickling. You have to write up tonight’s happenings and post it on the website. Before you post it, however, you must show it to me for my approval. If I don’t like it, you will have to change the things I object to. Each time I disapprove, you must also submit to another round of tickle torture. If you don’t do this, I will show this tape to Seth, everyone in the office and sell copies of it over the web.”
How humiliating. Not only was I forced to pee in my pants, not only was I milked, now I had to write an account of the events. Well, this is my third re-write and I hope this one meets with Donna’s approval.
When I came back from maternity leave, I expected things would return to “normal”, but I was mistaken. My boss had an increase in work and decided that not only should I return, as was expected, but he should keep Donna as an employee. Again, I was fine with this until I found that she was doing most of the things I used to do and I was only given menial and boring tasks to accomplish. I started acting catty towards Donna, only I thought I did a decent job in disguising my displeasure so no one would know my true feelings, not even Donna. I WAS WRONG!!!
Donna most have devised a plot in her mind and she invited me over for dinner. She said she wanted to thank me for helping to train her in regard to the work she was doing. She also said she thought I might enjoy a couple of hours away from my husband and the baby. Not knowing that Donna had picked up on my “cattiness”, and taking her at face value, I agreed.
I arrived at Donna’s house the next evening. She previously told me since we would just be at her house, this would be very informal. Being at the height of the heat wave we were having this summer, I wore a pair of shorts, a shirt tied just above my midriff, and a pair of sandals. I didn’t realize it then but, Donna must have been salivating when I walked in. Donna even suggested I take off the sandals to make myself more comfortable.
Everything Donna served that evening was highly seasoned. Now, I had no complaints because I like spicy food and enjoy seasonings, must I did drink a lot of water as a result. Oh, if only I knew I was walking in to a trap and everything was going exactly as Donna had planned.
After dinner, Donna suggested we go into the living room to watch some television. The two of us were seated on the couch when, all of a sudden, Donna reached over and started grabbing my ribs. She squeezed once, but didn’t let go. While she was squeezing, she began to pump her fingers back and forth on my ribs, as if she was playing the trumpet.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA,” I laughed as my body began to convulse and I started kicking my feet wildly. Donna just began to squeeze harder. This time she would squeeze with all her fingers and then let go and she kept repeating this action. “STAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHP,” I laughed, as I was being tormented. “WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAWHY ARE YOU DOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAING THIS,” I finally managed to ask.
Donna just looked at me with a sadistic smile and didn’t say a word. She continued to tickle and I continued to struggle. I was not tied up but I was caught off guard and had very little ability to fight back. Finally I stopped struggling, not because Donna stopped tickling, not because I wasn’t ticklish anymore simply because I had used up all my energy and had no strength left to protest or fight.
I think this was exactly the moment Donna was waiting for as now, while she still continued to work over my ribs, she began to speak. “Beth, did you really think I didn’t notice what a bitch you’ve been to me lately. You’ve been tying to sabotage everything I’ve been doing. You’re obviously a jealous bitch, insecure in your abilities to do the work and perhaps with good reason as Seth (the boss) now prefers me to you, which is why I’m getting all the meaty work. Now, you are going to pay for being so mean to me.”
I was furious, I had gotten some of my strength back and was now ready to get Donna off of me when she sat her butt down on my lap, her back to my face, trapping my feet underneath her. She pulled up one of my legs between her two legs, leaned forward and began to tickle my foot.
“NOT MY FOOHAHAHAHAHTTT!,” I screamed, but it was too late. She simply worked her index finger, back and forth over the sole of my foot, in a slow, torturous motion. “STA, STA, STAHAHAHA, STOP!!!,” I finally managed to yell, once again, my whole body convulsing, but unable to pull away, as Donna was sitting on me. “OH,OH,OH,HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA,” I tried to keep myself from laughing, denying her the pleasure, but I was unable and erupted in a fit of laughter.
While I kept trying to fight, I was exhausted and had very little energy left. My body still moving, but very weakly. Then I found out just how cruel Donna could be. She got up, knelt at my feet and started spider tickling the bottom portion of my leg, working her way up to my knee cap, she never went past the knee cap, but she continually worked her way up to that point and then back down to my foot. I was feeling a new sensation due to all the water I drank with the meal and began to think this was part of the plan. “MY GOHAHAHAHAHDDDDDD, I’M GOING TO PEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE,” I screamed. Donna just looked at me with her sadistic smile and started to laugh herself. I began wondering which one of us was being tickled but when Donna started working the fingers of one hand between my toes and the fingers on her other hand up and down my leg, I knew the answers.
“NOHOHOHOHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA,” I laughed as a liquid started to roll down my leg. I tried holding out as long as I could but it was no use. My white shorts were now soaked with pee, but instead of this being the end and instead of Donna letting me go, she seemed to get angry at me.
“Even my dog doesn’t go inside the house. You need to be punished,” she said, as I found myself draped over her leg and my ass being spanked. At some point, while she was doing this, she must have untied my top, but I was so humiliated and so disoriented, I couldn’t even tell you when that happened.
Once she finished the spanking , she started spider tickling my breast. Right now, as I am a nursing mother, my breasts are even more sensitive than normal. She continued her spider tickling, causing me to laugh hard but she did not stop until I started lactating. Again, Donna just laughed at me milk started flowing. Then she got real cruel and started gently squeezing and pinching around my nipple with her thumb and pointer fingers. She was milking me like some sort of fuckin cow.
“Stop,” I cried. Now, I was no longer laughing, I was bawling my eyes out. I was tickled beyond belief, forced to wet my pants and milked like an animal. Donna finally stopped squeezing my tit and for good measure, just went back to my ribs, where she had started and tickled me for another ten minutes.
“PLEHAHAHAHAHSE, STOHAHAHAHP, I LEARNED MYHAHAHAHAHA LESSON,” I laughed.
“I’m not so sure you did,” came the response, as Donna did stop tickling me. With that, she pushed a couple of buttons on her DVD player and played back a portion of the events that had just taken place. “That’s right Beth,” she said, “I just taped the events of the evening. If you don’t want me to show it to people, you will do exactly what I say. There is a website, TMF. Part of it features stories about tickling. You have to write up tonight’s happenings and post it on the website. Before you post it, however, you must show it to me for my approval. If I don’t like it, you will have to change the things I object to. Each time I disapprove, you must also submit to another round of tickle torture. If you don’t do this, I will show this tape to Seth, everyone in the office and sell copies of it over the web.”
How humiliating. Not only was I forced to pee in my pants, not only was I milked, now I had to write an account of the events. Well, this is my third re-write and I hope this one meets with Donna’s approval.
