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The Provocation (FF/m)
This is a nonfiction account of a roleplay session with Mistress Zara and
Mistress Kassandra. The session took place in June 2003. All of the participants
were over 21 years of age.
This is an F/m story with descriptions of domination and foot worship as well as
tickle torture. It contains some adult material. If any of this might offend
you, then don't read it.
The Provocation (FF/m)
by Milagros
Part One
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I am waiting on my hands and knees in the Red Room of the dungeon, in eager
anticipation. In today's roleplay, I have the role of a schoolboy, Mistress Zara
of my classmate, and Mistress Kassandra of my older sister, six years older than
I am. (In actual fact, I am in my 50's and both Mistresses are in their 20's.)
The scene is a Saturday morning at our house, with our parents away, and my
friend from school visiting.
Mistresses Zara and Kassandra enter and greet me. Not yet in characgter,
Mistress Kassandra warns me that it's one thing to have a fantasy and write a
script, and quite another to endure it in real life. She tells me that she
intends to deliver in full measure, and is not sure that I can take it.
I am wearing my underwear, unusual for a session, because it is called for in
the script. Mistress Kassandra sits on the couch, takes her sandals off, and
picks up the copy of "Natural History" magazine that I've brought. She now curls
up on the couch, bare feet exposed, pretending to be entirely engrossed in
reading. She's wearing a short skirt. Pale blue polish on her toenails goes well
with her gleaming black hair. Mistress Zara, also in a short skirt, has gorgeous
red hair, and pink polish on her toenails.
Mistress Zara assumes her role as my classmate, visiting my house that morning.
She whispers in my ear.
"Go over there quietly, sneak up on your sister, and tickle her feet. Do it!"
Under this provocation, I can't resist. I crawl quietly over to the couch,
advancing slowly. Still engrossed in the magazine, Kassandra doesn't notice my
approach. I extend a finger, and run it the length of her lovely bare sole.
"Cut that out!" she yells at me.
But I don't obey; instead I scrabble all ten fingers across both of her soles.
She laughs and pulls her feet away from me.
"Now you're going to get it, little brother."
In a second, she pounces on me from the couch. She is sitting on my back, as I
lie face down on the floor. (Actually, on a cofortable mat placed in front of
the couch before we began.)
"Zara, get me the clothesline from the garage," says Kassandra, "because I need
to teach this little brat a lesson."
As Zara goes away, Kassandra addresses me.
"The nerve of you! You're not even allowed to come into my room, much less sneak
up on me and tickle me. How dare you? I'm going to strip you naked, just to
humiliate you in front of your friend."
She shifts her position, but is still sitting on me, as she tears off my
undershirt. Then she moves again, and pulls down my underpants. Zara returns and
sees her pull them off. Both women are laughing at me.
"Wow, you stripped him!" Zara exclaims, as she hands over several ropes, which
she has gotten from the supply cabinet.
Kassandra grabs my wrists and ties them together securely, as Zara taunts me.
"You're naked! I'm going to tell everybody at school that I saw you naked."
She crouches down to taunt me face to face, as Kassandra now grabs my ankles and
ties them together very securely. With Zara's help, I am soon in a classic
hogtie, on my belly with wrists and ankles bound together above me, behind my
back.
"There's something that you should know about my brother, Zara. He's ticklish.
Extremely ticklish."
A look sadistic delight is in her green eyes, as she asks "Where is he
ticklish?"
"Everywhere!" answers Kassandra. "And with our parents in the Hamptons for the
weekend, we have lots of time to explore his whole body."
Her dark brown eyes also gleam with delight at the prospect of exploiting my
helpless position.
Kassandra grabs my ankles with one hand, and rakes the soles of my feet with the
long fingernails of her other hand. Zara attacks my collarbones with her long
fingernails--she knows from experience how very ticklish I am there. I laugh and
laugh, and struggle in the ropes. But Kassandra is a professional, and has tied
me very securely indeed. As they both keep tickling, Kassandra taunts me.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle, little brother. This is such fun! Tickle, tickle,
tickle. And you deserve it, you really do. Tickle, tickle, tickle. You know that
my room is private. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Sneaking in and tickling my feet is
outrageous! Tickle, tickle, tickle. Now you're in for it. Tickle, tickle,
tickle. I don't see why I should ever stop tickling you--it's too much fun to
stop. Tickle, tickle, tickle. This is just what you deserve, you little brat!
Tickle, tickle, tickle. We'll never stop! We'll tickle you insane. Tickle,
tickle, tickle. Such a ticklish little boy! Tickle, tickle, tickle. Zara, could
you go to the bathroom and get some toothbrushes?"
Kassandra switches to tickling my ribs, as Zara goes to my own bag of toys and
returns with two toothbrushes, one of them electric. As Kassandra digs into my
ribs on both sides, I howl with laughter. When Zara pokes the ordinary
toothbrush into my armpit, I shriek.
"Oh, that really gets to him," says Kassandra. "Keep it up! Poke him right under
the arm. That's good."
During her encouragement to Zara, she never stops kneeding my ribcage, driving
me mad. As I howl and thrash, but can't escape, Zara decides that it's her turn
to taunt me.
"I'm going to tell all the girls at school what a ticlish baby you are! Tickle,
tickle, tickle. We'll gang up on you at recess, and tickle you in the
schoolyard. Tickle, tickle, tickle, little baby! Every day at school, from now
on. Tickle, tickle, tickle."
Kassandra has taken the electric toothbrush, and is now near my feet, using it
between my toes. The effect is devastating. As I laugh helplessly, she takes
over the taunting.
"You asked for this, little brat. Tickle, tickle, tickle. By sneaking into my
room and tickling me, this is just what you asked for. Tickle, tickle, tickle.
You really deserve it. Tickle, tickle, tickle. I've waited for this chance, with
our parents away. Tickle, tickle, tickle. I've wanted to do this to you for a
long time. Tickle, tickle, tickle. You gave me the opportunity, and now I've got
you. Tickle, tickle, tickle. No parents here to protect you. Tickle, tickle,
tickle. Just your friend and I, to tickle you endlessly. Tickle, tickle, tickle.
So we may just tickle you forever! Tickle, tickle, tickle."
"I want to take some pictures, to show all the girls at school. To show them
that he's a naked little ticklish baby, all tied up!" says Zara.
"Sure," says Kassandra, "there's a camera in my parents' room. Go get it."
Zara gets my camera, and takes a picture of Kassandra tickling me. Then
Kassandra decides to use me as a throne, sitting on the soles of my feet, with
her feet resting on my neck. Zara takes a picture of that, too, and then they
change places. Zara uses me as a throne, and Kassandra snaps the photo.
"With these pictures we can blackmail him into letting us do this every time
your parents are away," says Zara.
"Yes, and they spend every weekend in the Hamptons in the summer," says
Kassandra.
They both laugh at the prospect of tickling me every weekend, and they resume
tickling me right then. Zara takes the electric toothbrush, and tickles me on
and between my toes. Kassandra comes over to my face, and scrabbles her nails
all over my collarbones. Her long dark hair tickles my nose as it flies about.
She stares down at me, and I manage to speak in between gales of laughter. I get
out one word, "Mercy."
Kassandra looks deep into my eyes as she responds.
"Mercy? We don't even know the meaning of that word in this house. Tickle,
tickle, tickle. What you'll get here is more tickling. Tickle, tickle, tickle.
Endless tickling. Tickle, tickle, tickle. We'll tickle you until your sides
ache. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Until you're blue in the face. Tickle, tickle,
tickle. We'll never stop! Tickle, tickle, tickle. We'll keep on tickling you
until ... "
She is interrupted by a knock on the door of the Red Room. Zara goes to see who
it is, and two more mistresses enter the room.
"It's two girls who live next door," explains Zara. "They heard a lot of
laughing, and they came over to see what's going on here."
"It's just my little brat of a brother," says Kassandra to the newcomers, "and
we're teaching him a lesson. He had the nerve to tickle my bare feet. So we're
tickling him as punishment. Would you like to help?"
They eagerly agree, and soon I'm being tickled by 40 moving fingers. I howl and
shriek with new energy as all of them tickle and tickle, grinning in joy at my
helpless state. They soon have me reduced to a quivering lump of ticklish flesh,
hardly able to struggle under their attentions. They tickle and tickle, and
every moment seems like an eternity to me.
"I can't get at his underarms well enough," says Zara, although she is doing
quite a good job poking the toothbrush into one of them.
"Then let's change his position, and stretch him out," suggests Kassandra.
"But let's leave his ankles tied as we move him," says Zara, "so he has no
chance to run away."
"With four of us here, he couldn't get away anyway," says Kassandra.
They untie the rope holding my ankles to my wrists, and then untie my wrists.
All four of them are looking down at me, daring me to try to get away. I am wise
enough to make no such attempt, and to stay silent. Kassandra and Zara flip me
over onto my back, and Kassamdra holds my arms as Zara ties my wrists together
again, this time stretched up over my head. My bound wrists are then tied to a
leg of the heavy bondage table, and my bound ankles to a leg of the couch. I am
stretched out, naked, more exposed than before.
Kassandra takes the camera, and tells the other three to resume tickling me. She
takes a photo of it, and then joins them, so once again there are 40 fingers
tickling me at the same time. As it drives me mad, she stares deep into my eyes
and taunts me.
"Isn't my little brother cute when he's all tied up and helpless? Tickle,
tickle, tickle. This is the only way that I like the little brat--completely
helpless, in bondage. Tickle, tickle, tickle. He's so cute this way, and so
vulnerable. Tickle, tickle, tickle. We'll keep him tied up all weekend. Tickle,
tickle, tickle. That's the way you should be, little brat! Tickle, tickle,
tickle. Such a ticklish little baby boy! Tickle, tickle, tickle. But you are
making too much noise. Tickle, tickle, tickle. We don't want to attract the
attention of anybody else. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Does anybody have a sweaty,
grimy sock to use as a gag? Tickle, tickle, tickle, little helpless baby boy!
Tickle, tickle, tickle."
I would love to have the taste of Mistress Zara's sweaty sock in my mouth, but
it is a hot day, and she, now barefoot, wore sandals. So did Kassandra herself,
and the other two mistresses are wearing stockings. With no sock available, Zara
gets an Ace bandage from my bag of toys, and uses it as a gag, wrapping it
around my head and tying it in place.
My laughter is now muffled. Zara, delighted that my arms are stretch over my
head, is digging into both of my armpits. The two guests are ticking my ribs and
thighs. Kassandra is raking my soles with her fingernails, and again speaking to
me.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle. Quiet now, aren't you, little brat? Tickle, tickle,
tickle. Usually you have a big mouth, and you talk back to me all the time.
Tickle, tickle, tickle. It's nice to have you gagged. Tickle, tickle, tickle.
And very nice to have you helpless, utterly helpless. Tickle, tickle, tickle.
You're never going to tickle me again, do you hear? Tickle, tickle, tickle.
Never! And your dear friend Zara and I are going to tickle you often. Tickle,
tickle, tickle. Is that clear to you? Or copies of these pictures will be all
over your school. Tickle, tickle, tickle. You're going to be our tickle toy,
from now on. Tickle, tickle, tickle. We're going to tickle you insane."
All four of them keep tickling me furiously, and I am exhausted. I'm sweating a
lot, and my back is stuck to the floor mat. My diaphragm aches from laughing so
much, and my armpits are red and sore. Kassandra has moved up to my hip bones.
She has been digging in, and has found me to be quite ticklish there also. Just
when I think I can't bear it any longer, the two guests get up to leave.
Kassandra and Zara thank them for joining our session, and remove my gag, so I
can thank them, too. But Zara and Kassandra keep right on tickling me.
"It's your job," says Kassandra, "to see that he gets gang tickled every day at
school, during recess and during lunch period."
"Sure," says Zara, "I'll tell all the girls at school."
"And I'll tie him up and tickle him every day after school, before our parents
come home from work."
"And I can come over every weekend, with your parents in the Hamptons?"
"Of course! Every weekend. And don't forget summer camp. This year I'll be a
counselor there. We can keep him prisoner in a cabin in the girls' camp. I can
get the other counselors to agree to it. We'll tickle torture him all summer
long, and hundreds of girls at the camp will help us and join in."
They never stop tickling me, never for a moment, as they plan my future torment.
I am in tickle agony, as Kassandra now sits on my chest, tickling my
collarbones, and Zara sits on my legs, tickling my soles. I manage to speak,
looking up at Kassandra's beautiful face.
"Oh, Kassandra, what a gleam of sadistic joy you have in your eyes."
Kassandra laughs, and asks Zara to document it. Zara gets the camera again, and
takes a shot of Kassandra's gleeful face, as she sits on me and tickles my
collarbones.
I am clearly utterly exhausted, covered with sweat, quivering helplessly,
tickled senseless. Kassandra looks at her watch.
"It's been forty minutes of tickling. He's had enough of it. But it's also time
for the rest of his punishment."
She gets off my chest, and the two of them untie me.
Part Two
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Kassandra leaves the Red Room, and returns with a large towel. They dry me off,
and clean up the floor mat as well. Then they get back in character, and
Kassandra speaks to me.
"For trespassing in my room, and having the nerve to tickle my bare feet, you
will now receive 100 firm spanks on your bare bottom."
"But it's not fair," I say, "because Zara provoked me. She told me to do it."
Kassandra is now scowling at me, and it is clear that I should have kept my
mouth shut.
"Because you talked back to me, I'm doubling your punishment--I'll give you 200
spanks. And because you tried to blame Zara, she will also give you 200 spanks."
"200 of my own?" asks Zara, with joy in her voice.
"Yes, on his bare bottom. Now, on your belly on the mat, and thank me after
every ten."
The mat is now covered by a clean towel, and I lie down on it. Kassandra begins
spanking me with her bare hand, medium strength.
"10. Thank you," I say after the first ten.
After 30, she begins to spank harder.
"40. Thank you."
"50. Thank you."
"His bottom is nice and pink now, but my hand stings. Try and find me something
to use," she says to Zara.
Zara goes to my bag of toys and gets a wooden spatula.
"I found this spatula in the kitchen."
This hurts more than her hand did, and I moan at the harder blows. The women
remark that my 'thank yous' sound more sincere, now that I'm being spanked
harder.
"90. Thank you."
The next ten are quite hard, and I cry out after each one.
"Oww! 100. Thank you."
My bottom really stings, and I'm only one-quarter done.
"The second hundred will be over my knee," says Kassandra, and she sits in a
chair.
I drape myself over her lap, and I am relieved when she goes back to using her
hand. My punishment goes on and on.
"180. Thank you."
But now she picks up the spatula again, and whacks me soundly for the last
twenty.
"Oww! 190. Thank you."
"Oh! OWW! 200. Thank you so much for giving me my much deserved punishment."
I struggle to get myself down from her lap, and Zara orders me to lie face down
on the mat again. She begins with the spatula, and is spanking me quite hard.
"Oww! 40. Thank you."
"You know," says Zara, "at school your brother is always staring at girls' feet,
when they wear sandals. He blushes when we catch him at it."
"Oww! 50. Thank you."
"Well, then," says Kassandra, "I'll help distract him from the pain."
She puts her lovely bare feet right under my face.
"Kiss them," she orders. "It will help take your mind off the spanking."
As Zara keeps pounding my bottom, I alternate kissing the tops of Kassandra's
feet. Her feet are truly lovely, size 9, and recently pedicured. As I kiss and
kiss them, it does take my mind off the pain in my bottom. I only stop kissing
them when I have to thank Zara every ten spanks.
At long last it is done.
"200. Thank you so much--OWW!!"
Zara has given me an extra stroke, harder than any previous.
"for delivering my much deserved punishment."
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As Zara puts the spatula away, Kassandra gives me permission to rub my sore
behind. She then orders me to turn over, and lie on my back.
"We'll use my brother's obsession with girls' feet to tease him now," she says.
Both women sit on the couch, and soon I am in heaven--four exquisitely beautiful
bare feet are rubbing me all over. My forehead, my cheeks, my chin, my neck, my
shoulders, my chest, my belly, my genitals, my thighs, and my lower legs, are
all rubbed by their divine feet.
Kassandra stops rubbing me, and puts both her soles right in front of my eyes.
"The soles are your favorite part, aren't they?"
"Yes, absolutely," I answer.
"See how much he likes it?" asks Zara, pointing to my erection.
They both laugh, and continue teasing me with their bare feet for a few more
minutes.
"Should we put him to work?" asks Zara.
"Yes, I could use a foot massage," says Kassandra.
Eagerly, I am up on my haunches, ready to go to work.
"Zara first, she's the guest in this house."
I massage Zara's left foot, working slowly and carefully. I use my thumbs
mostly, concentrating on the ball of her foot, because she sighs with pleasure
when I massage there.
After about five minutes, she orders me to switch feet. On her right foot, it is
also the ball where she wants the most massaging done. I am overwhelmed with
joy, being allowed to serve the feet of my most beloved Mistress Zara.
"Your sister would like some attention now," she says, and I reluctantly put
down her right foot.
I take Kassandra's left foot in my hands, and I again work slowly and carefully,
concentrating on my job. She wants the most attention paid to her arch. I follow
her orders when she tells me to switch feet. Without having to be told, I also
concentrate on the creamy soft arch of her right foot.
"He's quite good at this," remarks Kassandra. "At camp this summer, the only
time he'll be allowed out of bondage will be when we want him to massage our
feet."
"Yes," says Zara, "it will be endless tickle torture, tied to a bunk, except
when he's rubbing our feet."
They both laugh at the picture of me kept prisoner all summer at camp. Zara gets
up and takes a picture of me concentrating on the massage of Kassandra's feet.
Then Kassandra says that she is satisfied, and I put her lovely foot down.
"Please," I say, "I most humbly beg for permission to lick your soles."
"Should we allow it?" asks Kassandra.
"Yes, we punished him pretty hard," says Zara.
And to me, "Get the dice."
I bring a small plastic box with six dice.
"How many should we let him roll?" asks Kassandra.
"You decide," says Zara.
"O.K. Two dice, but we'll use the product. That way, if he rolls 1-1, he'll get
only one lick on each sole."
"Would you be so cruel?"
"Sure. Because I'd be generous if he rolls 6-6."
I take two dice and roll them.
"5-3. That's 15!" I say happily.
"Zara first. She's the guest in our house," says Kassandra.
"May I begin?"
"Go ahead," says Zara, putting her left foot forward.
I hold it tenderly, and extend my tongue fully, licking the whole length, from
heel to toe.
"One. Thank you."
"Two. Thank you."
I sometimes lick up the inside of the sole, up to and including the big toe,
sometimes up the outside of the sole, up to and including the pinky toe, and
sometimes up the center, up to and including the middle toes.
"Fifteen. Thank you ever so much. May I please begin your other foot?"
"Go ahead," says Zara imperiously.
15 long slow licks on her right foot follow. This is my greatest joy, to lick
the sacred feet of my beloved Mistress Zara.
"Fifteen. Thank you ever so much for allowing me to lick your lovely soles."
I turn to Kassandra now.
"May I please begin?"
"Yes, but do it slowly, and be sure to savor each one."
Zara's feet are size 7, and Kassandra's are larger, size 9. She notes that I
will get more licking on hers for that reason. Once I lick too quickly, and she
scolds me, advising me to savor the honor that I am receiving. Finally, all 30
licks are done.
"Thank you ever so much for allowing me to lick you lovely soles. I do realize
that it is a great honor."
"Now one last kiss on each," she says.
I plant a wet kiss on the ball of each of her feet.
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The roleplay is now over. I get up, and bring them the presents that I have
brought. For Mistress Zara, I have a book by Joyce Carol Oates, one of her
favorite authors. (She has a Barnes and Noble wish list, which makes it easy to
find a book that she wants.) For Mistress Kassandra, I have a box of Godiva
chocolates. They are both pleased.
Mistress Kassandra apologizes that she must go--she has to change clothes for
her next session. We hug each other warmly, and she leaves.
I remind Mistress Zara that we must set my quota. She takes one of the dice, and
gives me one. She rolls without looking, covering the result with her hand, and
has me do the same.
"Pick, mine or yours," she offers.
"Yours," I say.
She reveals a six, the best result possible. I reveal mine, and we see that it
was a three.
I smile. I will be allowed to gratify myself six times before our next session,
in two weeks. I gather up all of the pictures taken during this session. They
will be excellent inspiration.
Now it is time to get dressed and go home. It will be two weeks before I see my
beloved Mistress Zara again, and more than two months before our next joint
session with Mistress Kassandra.
-The End-
This is a nonfiction account of a roleplay session with Mistress Zara and
Mistress Kassandra. The session took place in June 2003. All of the participants
were over 21 years of age.
This is an F/m story with descriptions of domination and foot worship as well as
tickle torture. It contains some adult material. If any of this might offend
you, then don't read it.
The Provocation (FF/m)
by Milagros
Part One
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I am waiting on my hands and knees in the Red Room of the dungeon, in eager
anticipation. In today's roleplay, I have the role of a schoolboy, Mistress Zara
of my classmate, and Mistress Kassandra of my older sister, six years older than
I am. (In actual fact, I am in my 50's and both Mistresses are in their 20's.)
The scene is a Saturday morning at our house, with our parents away, and my
friend from school visiting.
Mistresses Zara and Kassandra enter and greet me. Not yet in characgter,
Mistress Kassandra warns me that it's one thing to have a fantasy and write a
script, and quite another to endure it in real life. She tells me that she
intends to deliver in full measure, and is not sure that I can take it.
I am wearing my underwear, unusual for a session, because it is called for in
the script. Mistress Kassandra sits on the couch, takes her sandals off, and
picks up the copy of "Natural History" magazine that I've brought. She now curls
up on the couch, bare feet exposed, pretending to be entirely engrossed in
reading. She's wearing a short skirt. Pale blue polish on her toenails goes well
with her gleaming black hair. Mistress Zara, also in a short skirt, has gorgeous
red hair, and pink polish on her toenails.
Mistress Zara assumes her role as my classmate, visiting my house that morning.
She whispers in my ear.
"Go over there quietly, sneak up on your sister, and tickle her feet. Do it!"
Under this provocation, I can't resist. I crawl quietly over to the couch,
advancing slowly. Still engrossed in the magazine, Kassandra doesn't notice my
approach. I extend a finger, and run it the length of her lovely bare sole.
"Cut that out!" she yells at me.
But I don't obey; instead I scrabble all ten fingers across both of her soles.
She laughs and pulls her feet away from me.
"Now you're going to get it, little brother."
In a second, she pounces on me from the couch. She is sitting on my back, as I
lie face down on the floor. (Actually, on a cofortable mat placed in front of
the couch before we began.)
"Zara, get me the clothesline from the garage," says Kassandra, "because I need
to teach this little brat a lesson."
As Zara goes away, Kassandra addresses me.
"The nerve of you! You're not even allowed to come into my room, much less sneak
up on me and tickle me. How dare you? I'm going to strip you naked, just to
humiliate you in front of your friend."
She shifts her position, but is still sitting on me, as she tears off my
undershirt. Then she moves again, and pulls down my underpants. Zara returns and
sees her pull them off. Both women are laughing at me.
"Wow, you stripped him!" Zara exclaims, as she hands over several ropes, which
she has gotten from the supply cabinet.
Kassandra grabs my wrists and ties them together securely, as Zara taunts me.
"You're naked! I'm going to tell everybody at school that I saw you naked."
She crouches down to taunt me face to face, as Kassandra now grabs my ankles and
ties them together very securely. With Zara's help, I am soon in a classic
hogtie, on my belly with wrists and ankles bound together above me, behind my
back.
"There's something that you should know about my brother, Zara. He's ticklish.
Extremely ticklish."
A look sadistic delight is in her green eyes, as she asks "Where is he
ticklish?"
"Everywhere!" answers Kassandra. "And with our parents in the Hamptons for the
weekend, we have lots of time to explore his whole body."
Her dark brown eyes also gleam with delight at the prospect of exploiting my
helpless position.
Kassandra grabs my ankles with one hand, and rakes the soles of my feet with the
long fingernails of her other hand. Zara attacks my collarbones with her long
fingernails--she knows from experience how very ticklish I am there. I laugh and
laugh, and struggle in the ropes. But Kassandra is a professional, and has tied
me very securely indeed. As they both keep tickling, Kassandra taunts me.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle, little brother. This is such fun! Tickle, tickle,
tickle. And you deserve it, you really do. Tickle, tickle, tickle. You know that
my room is private. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Sneaking in and tickling my feet is
outrageous! Tickle, tickle, tickle. Now you're in for it. Tickle, tickle,
tickle. I don't see why I should ever stop tickling you--it's too much fun to
stop. Tickle, tickle, tickle. This is just what you deserve, you little brat!
Tickle, tickle, tickle. We'll never stop! We'll tickle you insane. Tickle,
tickle, tickle. Such a ticklish little boy! Tickle, tickle, tickle. Zara, could
you go to the bathroom and get some toothbrushes?"
Kassandra switches to tickling my ribs, as Zara goes to my own bag of toys and
returns with two toothbrushes, one of them electric. As Kassandra digs into my
ribs on both sides, I howl with laughter. When Zara pokes the ordinary
toothbrush into my armpit, I shriek.
"Oh, that really gets to him," says Kassandra. "Keep it up! Poke him right under
the arm. That's good."
During her encouragement to Zara, she never stops kneeding my ribcage, driving
me mad. As I howl and thrash, but can't escape, Zara decides that it's her turn
to taunt me.
"I'm going to tell all the girls at school what a ticlish baby you are! Tickle,
tickle, tickle. We'll gang up on you at recess, and tickle you in the
schoolyard. Tickle, tickle, tickle, little baby! Every day at school, from now
on. Tickle, tickle, tickle."
Kassandra has taken the electric toothbrush, and is now near my feet, using it
between my toes. The effect is devastating. As I laugh helplessly, she takes
over the taunting.
"You asked for this, little brat. Tickle, tickle, tickle. By sneaking into my
room and tickling me, this is just what you asked for. Tickle, tickle, tickle.
You really deserve it. Tickle, tickle, tickle. I've waited for this chance, with
our parents away. Tickle, tickle, tickle. I've wanted to do this to you for a
long time. Tickle, tickle, tickle. You gave me the opportunity, and now I've got
you. Tickle, tickle, tickle. No parents here to protect you. Tickle, tickle,
tickle. Just your friend and I, to tickle you endlessly. Tickle, tickle, tickle.
So we may just tickle you forever! Tickle, tickle, tickle."
"I want to take some pictures, to show all the girls at school. To show them
that he's a naked little ticklish baby, all tied up!" says Zara.
"Sure," says Kassandra, "there's a camera in my parents' room. Go get it."
Zara gets my camera, and takes a picture of Kassandra tickling me. Then
Kassandra decides to use me as a throne, sitting on the soles of my feet, with
her feet resting on my neck. Zara takes a picture of that, too, and then they
change places. Zara uses me as a throne, and Kassandra snaps the photo.
"With these pictures we can blackmail him into letting us do this every time
your parents are away," says Zara.
"Yes, and they spend every weekend in the Hamptons in the summer," says
Kassandra.
They both laugh at the prospect of tickling me every weekend, and they resume
tickling me right then. Zara takes the electric toothbrush, and tickles me on
and between my toes. Kassandra comes over to my face, and scrabbles her nails
all over my collarbones. Her long dark hair tickles my nose as it flies about.
She stares down at me, and I manage to speak in between gales of laughter. I get
out one word, "Mercy."
Kassandra looks deep into my eyes as she responds.
"Mercy? We don't even know the meaning of that word in this house. Tickle,
tickle, tickle. What you'll get here is more tickling. Tickle, tickle, tickle.
Endless tickling. Tickle, tickle, tickle. We'll tickle you until your sides
ache. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Until you're blue in the face. Tickle, tickle,
tickle. We'll never stop! Tickle, tickle, tickle. We'll keep on tickling you
until ... "
She is interrupted by a knock on the door of the Red Room. Zara goes to see who
it is, and two more mistresses enter the room.
"It's two girls who live next door," explains Zara. "They heard a lot of
laughing, and they came over to see what's going on here."
"It's just my little brat of a brother," says Kassandra to the newcomers, "and
we're teaching him a lesson. He had the nerve to tickle my bare feet. So we're
tickling him as punishment. Would you like to help?"
They eagerly agree, and soon I'm being tickled by 40 moving fingers. I howl and
shriek with new energy as all of them tickle and tickle, grinning in joy at my
helpless state. They soon have me reduced to a quivering lump of ticklish flesh,
hardly able to struggle under their attentions. They tickle and tickle, and
every moment seems like an eternity to me.
"I can't get at his underarms well enough," says Zara, although she is doing
quite a good job poking the toothbrush into one of them.
"Then let's change his position, and stretch him out," suggests Kassandra.
"But let's leave his ankles tied as we move him," says Zara, "so he has no
chance to run away."
"With four of us here, he couldn't get away anyway," says Kassandra.
They untie the rope holding my ankles to my wrists, and then untie my wrists.
All four of them are looking down at me, daring me to try to get away. I am wise
enough to make no such attempt, and to stay silent. Kassandra and Zara flip me
over onto my back, and Kassamdra holds my arms as Zara ties my wrists together
again, this time stretched up over my head. My bound wrists are then tied to a
leg of the heavy bondage table, and my bound ankles to a leg of the couch. I am
stretched out, naked, more exposed than before.
Kassandra takes the camera, and tells the other three to resume tickling me. She
takes a photo of it, and then joins them, so once again there are 40 fingers
tickling me at the same time. As it drives me mad, she stares deep into my eyes
and taunts me.
"Isn't my little brother cute when he's all tied up and helpless? Tickle,
tickle, tickle. This is the only way that I like the little brat--completely
helpless, in bondage. Tickle, tickle, tickle. He's so cute this way, and so
vulnerable. Tickle, tickle, tickle. We'll keep him tied up all weekend. Tickle,
tickle, tickle. That's the way you should be, little brat! Tickle, tickle,
tickle. Such a ticklish little baby boy! Tickle, tickle, tickle. But you are
making too much noise. Tickle, tickle, tickle. We don't want to attract the
attention of anybody else. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Does anybody have a sweaty,
grimy sock to use as a gag? Tickle, tickle, tickle, little helpless baby boy!
Tickle, tickle, tickle."
I would love to have the taste of Mistress Zara's sweaty sock in my mouth, but
it is a hot day, and she, now barefoot, wore sandals. So did Kassandra herself,
and the other two mistresses are wearing stockings. With no sock available, Zara
gets an Ace bandage from my bag of toys, and uses it as a gag, wrapping it
around my head and tying it in place.
My laughter is now muffled. Zara, delighted that my arms are stretch over my
head, is digging into both of my armpits. The two guests are ticking my ribs and
thighs. Kassandra is raking my soles with her fingernails, and again speaking to
me.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle. Quiet now, aren't you, little brat? Tickle, tickle,
tickle. Usually you have a big mouth, and you talk back to me all the time.
Tickle, tickle, tickle. It's nice to have you gagged. Tickle, tickle, tickle.
And very nice to have you helpless, utterly helpless. Tickle, tickle, tickle.
You're never going to tickle me again, do you hear? Tickle, tickle, tickle.
Never! And your dear friend Zara and I are going to tickle you often. Tickle,
tickle, tickle. Is that clear to you? Or copies of these pictures will be all
over your school. Tickle, tickle, tickle. You're going to be our tickle toy,
from now on. Tickle, tickle, tickle. We're going to tickle you insane."
All four of them keep tickling me furiously, and I am exhausted. I'm sweating a
lot, and my back is stuck to the floor mat. My diaphragm aches from laughing so
much, and my armpits are red and sore. Kassandra has moved up to my hip bones.
She has been digging in, and has found me to be quite ticklish there also. Just
when I think I can't bear it any longer, the two guests get up to leave.
Kassandra and Zara thank them for joining our session, and remove my gag, so I
can thank them, too. But Zara and Kassandra keep right on tickling me.
"It's your job," says Kassandra, "to see that he gets gang tickled every day at
school, during recess and during lunch period."
"Sure," says Zara, "I'll tell all the girls at school."
"And I'll tie him up and tickle him every day after school, before our parents
come home from work."
"And I can come over every weekend, with your parents in the Hamptons?"
"Of course! Every weekend. And don't forget summer camp. This year I'll be a
counselor there. We can keep him prisoner in a cabin in the girls' camp. I can
get the other counselors to agree to it. We'll tickle torture him all summer
long, and hundreds of girls at the camp will help us and join in."
They never stop tickling me, never for a moment, as they plan my future torment.
I am in tickle agony, as Kassandra now sits on my chest, tickling my
collarbones, and Zara sits on my legs, tickling my soles. I manage to speak,
looking up at Kassandra's beautiful face.
"Oh, Kassandra, what a gleam of sadistic joy you have in your eyes."
Kassandra laughs, and asks Zara to document it. Zara gets the camera again, and
takes a shot of Kassandra's gleeful face, as she sits on me and tickles my
collarbones.
I am clearly utterly exhausted, covered with sweat, quivering helplessly,
tickled senseless. Kassandra looks at her watch.
"It's been forty minutes of tickling. He's had enough of it. But it's also time
for the rest of his punishment."
She gets off my chest, and the two of them untie me.
Part Two
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Kassandra leaves the Red Room, and returns with a large towel. They dry me off,
and clean up the floor mat as well. Then they get back in character, and
Kassandra speaks to me.
"For trespassing in my room, and having the nerve to tickle my bare feet, you
will now receive 100 firm spanks on your bare bottom."
"But it's not fair," I say, "because Zara provoked me. She told me to do it."
Kassandra is now scowling at me, and it is clear that I should have kept my
mouth shut.
"Because you talked back to me, I'm doubling your punishment--I'll give you 200
spanks. And because you tried to blame Zara, she will also give you 200 spanks."
"200 of my own?" asks Zara, with joy in her voice.
"Yes, on his bare bottom. Now, on your belly on the mat, and thank me after
every ten."
The mat is now covered by a clean towel, and I lie down on it. Kassandra begins
spanking me with her bare hand, medium strength.
"10. Thank you," I say after the first ten.
After 30, she begins to spank harder.
"40. Thank you."
"50. Thank you."
"His bottom is nice and pink now, but my hand stings. Try and find me something
to use," she says to Zara.
Zara goes to my bag of toys and gets a wooden spatula.
"I found this spatula in the kitchen."
This hurts more than her hand did, and I moan at the harder blows. The women
remark that my 'thank yous' sound more sincere, now that I'm being spanked
harder.
"90. Thank you."
The next ten are quite hard, and I cry out after each one.
"Oww! 100. Thank you."
My bottom really stings, and I'm only one-quarter done.
"The second hundred will be over my knee," says Kassandra, and she sits in a
chair.
I drape myself over her lap, and I am relieved when she goes back to using her
hand. My punishment goes on and on.
"180. Thank you."
But now she picks up the spatula again, and whacks me soundly for the last
twenty.
"Oww! 190. Thank you."
"Oh! OWW! 200. Thank you so much for giving me my much deserved punishment."
I struggle to get myself down from her lap, and Zara orders me to lie face down
on the mat again. She begins with the spatula, and is spanking me quite hard.
"Oww! 40. Thank you."
"You know," says Zara, "at school your brother is always staring at girls' feet,
when they wear sandals. He blushes when we catch him at it."
"Oww! 50. Thank you."
"Well, then," says Kassandra, "I'll help distract him from the pain."
She puts her lovely bare feet right under my face.
"Kiss them," she orders. "It will help take your mind off the spanking."
As Zara keeps pounding my bottom, I alternate kissing the tops of Kassandra's
feet. Her feet are truly lovely, size 9, and recently pedicured. As I kiss and
kiss them, it does take my mind off the pain in my bottom. I only stop kissing
them when I have to thank Zara every ten spanks.
At long last it is done.
"200. Thank you so much--OWW!!"
Zara has given me an extra stroke, harder than any previous.
"for delivering my much deserved punishment."
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As Zara puts the spatula away, Kassandra gives me permission to rub my sore
behind. She then orders me to turn over, and lie on my back.
"We'll use my brother's obsession with girls' feet to tease him now," she says.
Both women sit on the couch, and soon I am in heaven--four exquisitely beautiful
bare feet are rubbing me all over. My forehead, my cheeks, my chin, my neck, my
shoulders, my chest, my belly, my genitals, my thighs, and my lower legs, are
all rubbed by their divine feet.
Kassandra stops rubbing me, and puts both her soles right in front of my eyes.
"The soles are your favorite part, aren't they?"
"Yes, absolutely," I answer.
"See how much he likes it?" asks Zara, pointing to my erection.
They both laugh, and continue teasing me with their bare feet for a few more
minutes.
"Should we put him to work?" asks Zara.
"Yes, I could use a foot massage," says Kassandra.
Eagerly, I am up on my haunches, ready to go to work.
"Zara first, she's the guest in this house."
I massage Zara's left foot, working slowly and carefully. I use my thumbs
mostly, concentrating on the ball of her foot, because she sighs with pleasure
when I massage there.
After about five minutes, she orders me to switch feet. On her right foot, it is
also the ball where she wants the most massaging done. I am overwhelmed with
joy, being allowed to serve the feet of my most beloved Mistress Zara.
"Your sister would like some attention now," she says, and I reluctantly put
down her right foot.
I take Kassandra's left foot in my hands, and I again work slowly and carefully,
concentrating on my job. She wants the most attention paid to her arch. I follow
her orders when she tells me to switch feet. Without having to be told, I also
concentrate on the creamy soft arch of her right foot.
"He's quite good at this," remarks Kassandra. "At camp this summer, the only
time he'll be allowed out of bondage will be when we want him to massage our
feet."
"Yes," says Zara, "it will be endless tickle torture, tied to a bunk, except
when he's rubbing our feet."
They both laugh at the picture of me kept prisoner all summer at camp. Zara gets
up and takes a picture of me concentrating on the massage of Kassandra's feet.
Then Kassandra says that she is satisfied, and I put her lovely foot down.
"Please," I say, "I most humbly beg for permission to lick your soles."
"Should we allow it?" asks Kassandra.
"Yes, we punished him pretty hard," says Zara.
And to me, "Get the dice."
I bring a small plastic box with six dice.
"How many should we let him roll?" asks Kassandra.
"You decide," says Zara.
"O.K. Two dice, but we'll use the product. That way, if he rolls 1-1, he'll get
only one lick on each sole."
"Would you be so cruel?"
"Sure. Because I'd be generous if he rolls 6-6."
I take two dice and roll them.
"5-3. That's 15!" I say happily.
"Zara first. She's the guest in our house," says Kassandra.
"May I begin?"
"Go ahead," says Zara, putting her left foot forward.
I hold it tenderly, and extend my tongue fully, licking the whole length, from
heel to toe.
"One. Thank you."
"Two. Thank you."
I sometimes lick up the inside of the sole, up to and including the big toe,
sometimes up the outside of the sole, up to and including the pinky toe, and
sometimes up the center, up to and including the middle toes.
"Fifteen. Thank you ever so much. May I please begin your other foot?"
"Go ahead," says Zara imperiously.
15 long slow licks on her right foot follow. This is my greatest joy, to lick
the sacred feet of my beloved Mistress Zara.
"Fifteen. Thank you ever so much for allowing me to lick your lovely soles."
I turn to Kassandra now.
"May I please begin?"
"Yes, but do it slowly, and be sure to savor each one."
Zara's feet are size 7, and Kassandra's are larger, size 9. She notes that I
will get more licking on hers for that reason. Once I lick too quickly, and she
scolds me, advising me to savor the honor that I am receiving. Finally, all 30
licks are done.
"Thank you ever so much for allowing me to lick you lovely soles. I do realize
that it is a great honor."
"Now one last kiss on each," she says.
I plant a wet kiss on the ball of each of her feet.
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The roleplay is now over. I get up, and bring them the presents that I have
brought. For Mistress Zara, I have a book by Joyce Carol Oates, one of her
favorite authors. (She has a Barnes and Noble wish list, which makes it easy to
find a book that she wants.) For Mistress Kassandra, I have a box of Godiva
chocolates. They are both pleased.
Mistress Kassandra apologizes that she must go--she has to change clothes for
her next session. We hug each other warmly, and she leaves.
I remind Mistress Zara that we must set my quota. She takes one of the dice, and
gives me one. She rolls without looking, covering the result with her hand, and
has me do the same.
"Pick, mine or yours," she offers.
"Yours," I say.
She reveals a six, the best result possible. I reveal mine, and we see that it
was a three.
I smile. I will be allowed to gratify myself six times before our next session,
in two weeks. I gather up all of the pictures taken during this session. They
will be excellent inspiration.
Now it is time to get dressed and go home. It will be two weeks before I see my
beloved Mistress Zara again, and more than two months before our next joint
session with Mistress Kassandra.
-The End-
