Madam Tickles
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It was Saturday and Misty was checking her e-mail, Ravin was away and Misty was becoming bored. She kept going through her e-mail until she came across one very interesting one.
The e-mail had a small feather attached to it. Curious, Misty opened it and found an invitation to a new club. The club was exclusive and promised to be fun. there was only a cover charge for the use of private rooms.
Misty smiled and decided to check the club out. She got in her car and drove out along the highway to an out of the way place. She pulled into the parking lot and saw that the club was a large mansion. There were alot of cars there and she could hear laughter and music.
"Sounds like everyone is having a good time!" she thought. Misty walked up to the door and noticed that the doorbell was in the shape of a feather. She pushed the doorbell and waited.
A tall and very attractive woman answered, smiling at Misty."Please.. Come in and join the fun!" Misty smiled and walked in. She looked around as she followed "tall and pretty" to the reception area. They stopped at the desk and sat down.
"This is an interesting club. Lot's of laughter going on here!" said Misty. The woman introduced herself as Mistress Selina. "Yes ..There is always lot's of laughter here." Salina was sure that Misty was ticklish, but wanted to find out in a subtle way. The two women talked about then Selina noticed Misty's nails.
"I love the color of your nail polish. It's a good color for your skin tone." Selina said. she gently took Misty's hand in hers to look closer at the nail color. As she did, she ran her fingertip along Misty's inner wrist. Misty squirmed a bit in her chair, but was able to contain herself. Mistress Selina smiled and stroked Misty's wrist again, this time firmer so it would tickle more.
A giggle escaped from Misty as she squirmed more in her chair. Salina smiled playfully at Misty. "Are you ... ticklish my dear?" Misty shook her head and gulped. "Please... I am so ticklish.. everywhere! My girl friend loves tickling me till I can't stand it anymore!!!"
Mistress Selina smiled. "You see my dear.. This is a tickling club. I think you'll fit in nicely once I have found out how ticklish you really are!" Misty looked around nervously as two other women waked into the room. Mistress Selina whispered to them. They giggled and started stripping Misty still she was fully naked and very vulnerable. Then they strapped her onto the bed, feet through holes in the foot board and wrist tied securely in.
Mistgress Selina, now dressed in leather sat down next to Misty and began stroking her nails up and down Misty's ribs. Misty began giggling and thrashed around as far as her restraints would let her.
Mistress Tigara began tickling the bottoms of Misty's feet. Misty's feet were nearly insanely ticklish and she began giggling hysterically and struggling almost violently to protect her feet.
Seeing how Misty reacted to foot tickling, she took a soft brush and began tickling just under Misty's firm breasts. Misty's body arched as much as she could b between struggling to break free. Her laughter was high pitched and sounded like a machine gun.
The e-mail had a small feather attached to it. Curious, Misty opened it and found an invitation to a new club. The club was exclusive and promised to be fun. there was only a cover charge for the use of private rooms.
Misty smiled and decided to check the club out. She got in her car and drove out along the highway to an out of the way place. She pulled into the parking lot and saw that the club was a large mansion. There were alot of cars there and she could hear laughter and music.
"Sounds like everyone is having a good time!" she thought. Misty walked up to the door and noticed that the doorbell was in the shape of a feather. She pushed the doorbell and waited.
A tall and very attractive woman answered, smiling at Misty."Please.. Come in and join the fun!" Misty smiled and walked in. She looked around as she followed "tall and pretty" to the reception area. They stopped at the desk and sat down.
"This is an interesting club. Lot's of laughter going on here!" said Misty. The woman introduced herself as Mistress Selina. "Yes ..There is always lot's of laughter here." Salina was sure that Misty was ticklish, but wanted to find out in a subtle way. The two women talked about then Selina noticed Misty's nails.
"I love the color of your nail polish. It's a good color for your skin tone." Selina said. she gently took Misty's hand in hers to look closer at the nail color. As she did, she ran her fingertip along Misty's inner wrist. Misty squirmed a bit in her chair, but was able to contain herself. Mistress Selina smiled and stroked Misty's wrist again, this time firmer so it would tickle more.
A giggle escaped from Misty as she squirmed more in her chair. Salina smiled playfully at Misty. "Are you ... ticklish my dear?" Misty shook her head and gulped. "Please... I am so ticklish.. everywhere! My girl friend loves tickling me till I can't stand it anymore!!!"
Mistress Selina smiled. "You see my dear.. This is a tickling club. I think you'll fit in nicely once I have found out how ticklish you really are!" Misty looked around nervously as two other women waked into the room. Mistress Selina whispered to them. They giggled and started stripping Misty still she was fully naked and very vulnerable. Then they strapped her onto the bed, feet through holes in the foot board and wrist tied securely in.
Mistgress Selina, now dressed in leather sat down next to Misty and began stroking her nails up and down Misty's ribs. Misty began giggling and thrashed around as far as her restraints would let her.
Mistress Tigara began tickling the bottoms of Misty's feet. Misty's feet were nearly insanely ticklish and she began giggling hysterically and struggling almost violently to protect her feet.
Seeing how Misty reacted to foot tickling, she took a soft brush and began tickling just under Misty's firm breasts. Misty's body arched as much as she could b between struggling to break free. Her laughter was high pitched and sounded like a machine gun.
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