ticklishone12341
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There was once a mistress named Cynthia. She was a gorgeous physical specimen: 5'11", long brown hair, blue eyes, 135 pounds, 36-24-36 measurements and a dominant sensuality that controlled the male or female she that desired. She was skilled in using whips, chains, and other tools of dominance. She exuded strength and control; there were no weaknesses in her manner and nature which could be used to control her. She had built her personality by submitting herself to other mistresses, who would administer pain and torment without mercy. Cynthia, after much practice, would never crack, no matter how intense the pain was or how strong the binds were.
Indeed, Cynthia was in control Until Lynn moved in next door. At first sight, Lynn was anything but dominant: 5'1" tall, long blond hair and blue eyes, 95 pounds. She looked like a promising slave, with her slight build and gentle, little girl voice, which belied her 22 years of age. Being a good neighbor, Cynthia invited the petite blond over for an introductory chat. The mistress offered Cynthia a drink and another and another. The effect of the imbibing would be to loosen Lynn's tongue and thoughts. "You know, Cynthia," said an inebriated Lynn, "moving in was such a pain. My back is killing me.
Cynthia sensed her opportunity. "Lynn," she replied, "why don't you have your boyfriend rub your back?" Lynn looked at her. "hyly, she confessed that "oh, I'm not seeing anyone right now. I'm rather bummed out on guys." Lynn flashed her soft blue eyes, flirting with Cynthia. With that, as if a signal had been sent and answered, Cynthia sat down beside Lynn and started to gently kiss her neck. Lynn melted into her arms, and soon Cynthia was massaging her back and neck. Lynn soon fell into a deep, restful sleep, as Cynthia held her close.
The next morning, Lynn awoke to a shock. "he tried crawling out of bed, but found that she had been tied to the bed, spread eagle. Her nude body squirmed against the ropes. "Well, I packaged you quite well!" Exclaimed Cynthia. "I know that you are a bi-now let's see if you can play the part of a slave!" The amazon had several straps in her hands, and wanted to build up the tension in Lynn by gently caressing her body with the tips of the straps.
However, this produced a most unusual reaction, which changed Cynthia's game plan. As the tips of the straps lightly danced over the backs of her legs, she began to squirm helplessly and laugh. "St-t-top that!" Cried Lynn, "it t-tickles!" With that, Cynthia started to poke and jab at her rib cage and underarms. Lynn bucked violently, screaming for mercy. "Stop-you c-crazy b-bitch! I c-can't stand to b-be tickled!!!" Shrieked Lynn. However, Cynthia was relentless and kept the blond beauty laughing for 2 hours, when Lynn finally passed out from exhaustion. Cynthia let Lynn sleep for a few minutes, then untied her. Lynn woke up moments later.
Lynn's eyes opened wide and she was furious. "What the hell do you think you're doing? How would you like it if I did that to you?" Lynn screamed. Cynthia had a ready answer. "My dear, I didn't get to my position in life by being a sissy like you. I have been in the submissive role before, under whips and chains, and have come through admirably, even asking for more!"
Lynn then issued a challenge. "OK, tough bitch, why not let me have a crack at you? You brag about your endurance to pain, so let's see you prove it! Give me two hours, the same amount of time you were torturing me, and you'll be ready to do anything for me!"
Cynthia stood proud, confidant, and she laughed back at her. "My dear," replied the Amazon, "I've have lasted for days in bondage. Whips, sensory deprivation Try anything you wish!"
Cynthia then led Lynn to the torture room. Lynn had Cynthia lie down on the floor. Cynthia's wrists were bound by handcuffs attached to the wall. Lynn then placed her feet in stocks. The blond found herself attracted to Cynthia feet. They were beautiful: size 10, with long slender toes, and well kept, with no calluses or corns.
Lynn looked at Cynthia and admired her handy work; this was her first time as a mistress and she wanted it to be successful. Lynn ignored the whips and other instruments of torture around her, and slowly ran her long fingernails over the soles of Cynthia's feet. The pair of size 10's began to wiggle and squirm as Cynthia bit her lower lip, trying not to laugh. "You think tickling me will break me? You're in for a surprise! I can take whips and other pain for days!
This will be easy!" Snarled Cynthia.
However, Cynthia's show of confidence didn't impress Lynn. Lynn saw Cynthia's feet squirm under the stimulation from Lynn's fingertips. Now, it was time to keep those feet still. Lynn hammered in nails on each side of each foot, right next to the big and little toes. With a string, she would tie her big and little toes to the nails, spreading the toes apart and completely immobilizing Cynthia's size tens. "Now, bitch," exclaimed Lynn, "LAUGH!"
Lynn again began to scrape her long fingernails all over the sensitive soles of Cynthia's feet. Again, Cynthia bit her lips, struggling to maintain her composure. Cynthia was so determined, yet Lynn was so relentless, using a small paint brush between the Amazons toes. This caused Cynthia to buck violently against the bondage. On and on it went for twenty minutes
After half a hour, the tingling, teasing, tantalizing sensations which engulfed her feet became so overpowering the Cynthia burst into helpless giggles. "Hee hee, ha ha! That t-t-tickles! Go ahead-k-k-keep it up! You'll n-never b-b-break me!" Stammered Cynthia, as Lynn kept stimulating the soft skin on Cynthia's soles.
One hour had now passed, and Cynthia was showing signs of weakness, as Lynn took a ball point pen and started drawing all over her soles. "Tee hee, hahahahhahaha! Oh G-god, that's d-driving m-m-me c-c-crazy! My f-f-feet are s-s-so sensitive!" Cried Cynthia, as tear began to stream down her cheeks.
Lynn napped back, "OK, bitch ready to give?" As Lynn used the pen, the pressure of the ball point on Cynthia's feet stimulated the soft, sensitive skin on her soles, driving Cynthia to tears.
"OH, GOD, YOU'RE DRIVING ME-HEHEHEHEHE!-C-C-CRAZYY!!!" She screamed through her hysterical laughter. Lynn shot back, "Oh, have you had enough? I'll stop, if you're going to be too much of a sissy!" Cynthia's pride got the better of her though; she had survived for 75 minutes; 45 more and she would be free. Her tortured reply was, "NO-POUR IT ON! NO TRAMP WITH A TICKLE FETISH IS GOING TO BREAK ME!"
"Very well," replied Lynn. "Now that your feet are filthy with ink, it's time to clean them off!" With that, Lynn produced a bucket of soapy water and a small toothbrush. Cynthia's eyes opened wide, as Lynn dipped the small brush in the water, then begin to slowly scrub her left heel in torturous, circular motions.
Cynthia's long legs began to quiver; her breasts began to bounce up and down. The endless stimulation of the thousands of tiny bristles on her feet were too much to bear. Cynthia exploded in an anguished scream of forced laughter. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHH, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH, HAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA TEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEI"
The amazon sounded as if she was in agony, as her hysterics filled the room. "C-C-CAN'T BREATHE-M-MY SIDES-TH-TH-THEY'RE GONNA EXPLODE!! OK OK, PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASSE STOP NOWWWW WWWW! I GIVE, I GIVE, WHAT DO YOU WANT, I'LL DO ANYTHING! MY FEET ARE TOO TICKLISH! STOP, LYNN, PLEASE!!!!!" Submitted Cynthia.
Satisfied, Lynn stopped. She looked at the clock; the Amazon had cracked after one hour and 20 minutes. Lynn sat down beside her, caressing Cynthia's breasts. "Well, you aren't as tough as you say you are! Why, you're a like a littly sissy teenager!" Lynn scowled. "Just wait till I tell your slaves!"
A look of terror filled Cynthia's eyes. "NO, please don't tell anyone! I'll be ruined!" She begged. The trap had been set. Lynn looked down at the beaten Amazon and laid down the law. "OK, I'll keep quiet, but you must meet the following conditions," stated Lynn. "First, you're feet are still covered with ink. Will you submit to getting them cleaned with the toothbrush, until they are cleaned to my satisfaction?"
Cynthia, anxious to get out of this mess, replied, "Oh, yes Lynn, as you wish!"
Lynn smiled. "There is just one more thing you must do in order to keep my lips sealed. You must allow me to tickle your feet every day, without fail. This will include working on your endurance. You must endure 2 hours of foot tickling every day from me, until you are able to not just survive two hours, but beg for more and more!"
Cynthia screamed, "Never!! I'll die!" Lynn then picked up a little blank book sitting on a table and looked at the contents. "Hmmm.. It seems this is a list of your slaves! Suppose I just call one of them up and have them listen while I clean your feet?", suggested Lynn.
"OK, OK YOU WIN!" Shrieked a terrified Cynthia. "Please keep quiet! I'll submit to your foot tickling every day!
With a satisfied smile, Lynn completed a one hour clean up of Cynthia's tormented feet. Once the ordeal was over, Lynn "treated" a still bound Cynthia to a pedicure, making certain to use a pumice stone to soften what few rough
spots were present on the Amazon's feet, finishing off by painting her toenails pastel pink. Lynn then ordered the newly ordered slave to report for her first tickle session at midnight the next evening. Somehow, Lynn knew Cynthia wouldn't dare miss the appointment !
Indeed, Cynthia was in control Until Lynn moved in next door. At first sight, Lynn was anything but dominant: 5'1" tall, long blond hair and blue eyes, 95 pounds. She looked like a promising slave, with her slight build and gentle, little girl voice, which belied her 22 years of age. Being a good neighbor, Cynthia invited the petite blond over for an introductory chat. The mistress offered Cynthia a drink and another and another. The effect of the imbibing would be to loosen Lynn's tongue and thoughts. "You know, Cynthia," said an inebriated Lynn, "moving in was such a pain. My back is killing me.
Cynthia sensed her opportunity. "Lynn," she replied, "why don't you have your boyfriend rub your back?" Lynn looked at her. "hyly, she confessed that "oh, I'm not seeing anyone right now. I'm rather bummed out on guys." Lynn flashed her soft blue eyes, flirting with Cynthia. With that, as if a signal had been sent and answered, Cynthia sat down beside Lynn and started to gently kiss her neck. Lynn melted into her arms, and soon Cynthia was massaging her back and neck. Lynn soon fell into a deep, restful sleep, as Cynthia held her close.
The next morning, Lynn awoke to a shock. "he tried crawling out of bed, but found that she had been tied to the bed, spread eagle. Her nude body squirmed against the ropes. "Well, I packaged you quite well!" Exclaimed Cynthia. "I know that you are a bi-now let's see if you can play the part of a slave!" The amazon had several straps in her hands, and wanted to build up the tension in Lynn by gently caressing her body with the tips of the straps.
However, this produced a most unusual reaction, which changed Cynthia's game plan. As the tips of the straps lightly danced over the backs of her legs, she began to squirm helplessly and laugh. "St-t-top that!" Cried Lynn, "it t-tickles!" With that, Cynthia started to poke and jab at her rib cage and underarms. Lynn bucked violently, screaming for mercy. "Stop-you c-crazy b-bitch! I c-can't stand to b-be tickled!!!" Shrieked Lynn. However, Cynthia was relentless and kept the blond beauty laughing for 2 hours, when Lynn finally passed out from exhaustion. Cynthia let Lynn sleep for a few minutes, then untied her. Lynn woke up moments later.
Lynn's eyes opened wide and she was furious. "What the hell do you think you're doing? How would you like it if I did that to you?" Lynn screamed. Cynthia had a ready answer. "My dear, I didn't get to my position in life by being a sissy like you. I have been in the submissive role before, under whips and chains, and have come through admirably, even asking for more!"
Lynn then issued a challenge. "OK, tough bitch, why not let me have a crack at you? You brag about your endurance to pain, so let's see you prove it! Give me two hours, the same amount of time you were torturing me, and you'll be ready to do anything for me!"
Cynthia stood proud, confidant, and she laughed back at her. "My dear," replied the Amazon, "I've have lasted for days in bondage. Whips, sensory deprivation Try anything you wish!"
Cynthia then led Lynn to the torture room. Lynn had Cynthia lie down on the floor. Cynthia's wrists were bound by handcuffs attached to the wall. Lynn then placed her feet in stocks. The blond found herself attracted to Cynthia feet. They were beautiful: size 10, with long slender toes, and well kept, with no calluses or corns.
Lynn looked at Cynthia and admired her handy work; this was her first time as a mistress and she wanted it to be successful. Lynn ignored the whips and other instruments of torture around her, and slowly ran her long fingernails over the soles of Cynthia's feet. The pair of size 10's began to wiggle and squirm as Cynthia bit her lower lip, trying not to laugh. "You think tickling me will break me? You're in for a surprise! I can take whips and other pain for days!
This will be easy!" Snarled Cynthia.
However, Cynthia's show of confidence didn't impress Lynn. Lynn saw Cynthia's feet squirm under the stimulation from Lynn's fingertips. Now, it was time to keep those feet still. Lynn hammered in nails on each side of each foot, right next to the big and little toes. With a string, she would tie her big and little toes to the nails, spreading the toes apart and completely immobilizing Cynthia's size tens. "Now, bitch," exclaimed Lynn, "LAUGH!"
Lynn again began to scrape her long fingernails all over the sensitive soles of Cynthia's feet. Again, Cynthia bit her lips, struggling to maintain her composure. Cynthia was so determined, yet Lynn was so relentless, using a small paint brush between the Amazons toes. This caused Cynthia to buck violently against the bondage. On and on it went for twenty minutes
After half a hour, the tingling, teasing, tantalizing sensations which engulfed her feet became so overpowering the Cynthia burst into helpless giggles. "Hee hee, ha ha! That t-t-tickles! Go ahead-k-k-keep it up! You'll n-never b-b-break me!" Stammered Cynthia, as Lynn kept stimulating the soft skin on Cynthia's soles.
One hour had now passed, and Cynthia was showing signs of weakness, as Lynn took a ball point pen and started drawing all over her soles. "Tee hee, hahahahhahaha! Oh G-god, that's d-driving m-m-me c-c-crazy! My f-f-feet are s-s-so sensitive!" Cried Cynthia, as tear began to stream down her cheeks.
Lynn napped back, "OK, bitch ready to give?" As Lynn used the pen, the pressure of the ball point on Cynthia's feet stimulated the soft, sensitive skin on her soles, driving Cynthia to tears.
"OH, GOD, YOU'RE DRIVING ME-HEHEHEHEHE!-C-C-CRAZYY!!!" She screamed through her hysterical laughter. Lynn shot back, "Oh, have you had enough? I'll stop, if you're going to be too much of a sissy!" Cynthia's pride got the better of her though; she had survived for 75 minutes; 45 more and she would be free. Her tortured reply was, "NO-POUR IT ON! NO TRAMP WITH A TICKLE FETISH IS GOING TO BREAK ME!"
"Very well," replied Lynn. "Now that your feet are filthy with ink, it's time to clean them off!" With that, Lynn produced a bucket of soapy water and a small toothbrush. Cynthia's eyes opened wide, as Lynn dipped the small brush in the water, then begin to slowly scrub her left heel in torturous, circular motions.
Cynthia's long legs began to quiver; her breasts began to bounce up and down. The endless stimulation of the thousands of tiny bristles on her feet were too much to bear. Cynthia exploded in an anguished scream of forced laughter. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHH, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH, HAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA TEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEI"
The amazon sounded as if she was in agony, as her hysterics filled the room. "C-C-CAN'T BREATHE-M-MY SIDES-TH-TH-THEY'RE GONNA EXPLODE!! OK OK, PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASSE STOP NOWWWW WWWW! I GIVE, I GIVE, WHAT DO YOU WANT, I'LL DO ANYTHING! MY FEET ARE TOO TICKLISH! STOP, LYNN, PLEASE!!!!!" Submitted Cynthia.
Satisfied, Lynn stopped. She looked at the clock; the Amazon had cracked after one hour and 20 minutes. Lynn sat down beside her, caressing Cynthia's breasts. "Well, you aren't as tough as you say you are! Why, you're a like a littly sissy teenager!" Lynn scowled. "Just wait till I tell your slaves!"
A look of terror filled Cynthia's eyes. "NO, please don't tell anyone! I'll be ruined!" She begged. The trap had been set. Lynn looked down at the beaten Amazon and laid down the law. "OK, I'll keep quiet, but you must meet the following conditions," stated Lynn. "First, you're feet are still covered with ink. Will you submit to getting them cleaned with the toothbrush, until they are cleaned to my satisfaction?"
Cynthia, anxious to get out of this mess, replied, "Oh, yes Lynn, as you wish!"
Lynn smiled. "There is just one more thing you must do in order to keep my lips sealed. You must allow me to tickle your feet every day, without fail. This will include working on your endurance. You must endure 2 hours of foot tickling every day from me, until you are able to not just survive two hours, but beg for more and more!"
Cynthia screamed, "Never!! I'll die!" Lynn then picked up a little blank book sitting on a table and looked at the contents. "Hmmm.. It seems this is a list of your slaves! Suppose I just call one of them up and have them listen while I clean your feet?", suggested Lynn.
"OK, OK YOU WIN!" Shrieked a terrified Cynthia. "Please keep quiet! I'll submit to your foot tickling every day!
With a satisfied smile, Lynn completed a one hour clean up of Cynthia's tormented feet. Once the ordeal was over, Lynn "treated" a still bound Cynthia to a pedicure, making certain to use a pumice stone to soften what few rough
spots were present on the Amazon's feet, finishing off by painting her toenails pastel pink. Lynn then ordered the newly ordered slave to report for her first tickle session at midnight the next evening. Somehow, Lynn knew Cynthia wouldn't dare miss the appointment !
