Featherscape
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“Booker can't find out.” Alicia's words seemed to echo the same phrase she spoke week after week. So much of her routine played out on the same predictable checklist. She wore the same outfit, found herself in the same doorway, talking to the same friend with whom she had grown so close. Her dark, curly locks bounced against her dark, decorated ears and slender neck. Her lips pursed, painted bright cherry. The woman in front of her smirked and cocked one eyebrow.
“Girl, you know me too well for that,” Kesha said. Kesha, or Amethyst, as she was referred to within the esoteric walls of the Silver Stallion, turned with a strong statue of confidence, leading Alicia further into the secluded room. The Stallion, tucked within the dimmer reaches of East Englewood, had become a common establishment for adult entertainment, most being exchanged through illicit means. Brazen, rhythmic music thumped in the background, reduced to little more than bass. The air was rich with menthol and colliding perfumes. Alicia peered into the room with which she had become well familiar, entering swiftly and closing the door behind her.
“Same thing as last time,” Alicia said. She took off her coat and hung it on a hanger attached to the wall behind her. The room was dark and lit with red bulbs. The extension of the Stallion was largely a prohibitionist relic, underground rooms fitted to carry out deals and pleasures meant to go unexamined. Such amenities had found other uses of the same purpose throughout the years.
“Of course,” Kesha said. She walked over to a small vanity, covered with makeup containers and bottles of perfume. She dabbed a scent onto the base of her neck. Kesha wore a shimmering purple crop that just barely concealed her chest and matching skirt highlighting her long legs and black heels. Her makeup did much to accentuate her expression of total assurance in herself and everything around her, Kesha holding herself with the aplomb of a woman in complete control. She glanced back to Alicia, placing a thick roll of bills on a small table off to the side. “Secrecy is still extra.”
“I know,” Alicia said dryly. “Never thought you’d be a snitch, though.”
“Girl, you know I ain’t no snitch,” Kesha said sharply, “but I ain’t no liar neither. That’s what’s you payin’ for, that I ain’t seen your ass anywhere near the club.”
“I get it,” Alicia said. She faced a skinny, floor-length mirror and began to take off the rest of her clothes. Her ensemble, alluring yet discrete, fell to the floor first, followed by her lingerie. Kesha passively watched from her corner of the room.
“Though I don’t get what you so secretive about anyway,” Kesha said. “In this day and age, people out there gettin’ into some real weird shit. This, what you be coming in here for every week… heh, this vanilla compared to what I seen.”
“I just don’t want it getting back to Booker,” Alicia said. “Or anyone else, for that matter. I don’t need my family finding out, or Reverend Harris, or god forbid anyone who might hold this against me when I go to start my own practice.” Kesha sighed and shook her head. Her expression conceded, clearly reserving further comments.
“Alright, whatever you say, girl,” Kesha said. She looked back, eyeing Alicia’s naked body standing timidly looking away. Kesha grinned as she strutted closer. “Hate to see something so pretty be so ashamed to be who she is.”
“It’s not that I’m ashamed, I’m just-” Alicia said, before being interrupted by Kesha lightly placing her index finger against Alicia’s lips.
“Ah, you’re on my time now,” Kesha said, whispering into Alicia’s face. Alicia stared back, falling silent as her eyes widened. “You all mine for the next hour and you won’t speak unless I address you. You got that?” Alicia swallowed. A warm rush raced through her cheeks.
“Y-yes, my queen,” Alicia said, her tone shifting into one much more soft and demure. Kesha smirked. She walked around Alicia’s body, her hand, fitted with five long, candy red nails, tracing across Alicia’s skin. Alicia shuddered, gasping airy breaths into faint giggles.
“Good,” Kesha said. As Kesha walked behind Alicia, her hand splayed wide across one cheek. Alicia whimpered slightly, standing still and falling quiet. She gave the other cheek a hard slap, watching Alicia’s reaction force a weakened expression of stoicism. “Now, look at all my toys.”
Alicia turned to face further into the room that they shared. She looked onto the red basking sea of dark leather instruments. Rows of crops, switches, and feather wands hung along one wall. A collection of gags and blindfolds was displayed across the opposite end, next to a rack of paddles and small whips. Ropes, chains, and padded cuffs also hung on display, free to use. A St. Andrews Cross remained bolted to the farthest wall. Another versatile contraption sat more toward the center of the room. It was an adjustable device of black leather pads for direct contact surfaces, complete with a rig for overhead bondage supplementation. Alicia’s eyes fell on the pair of stocks stationed at one end. The contraption was in the shape of an L, with the bottom portion feeding into the stockade and the top half bent into a conservative recline.
“Like what you see?” Kesha asked. Alicia breathed heavily, beads of sweat already beginning to form against her skin.
“Yes, my queen,” Alicia said. Kesha chuckled.
“You’re here to be my little tickle toy, though, aren’t you?”
“Yes, my queen,” Alicia said, holding her head up.
“Mhmm, and how much you want me to tickle you?”
“More than anything, my queen,” Alicia said, breathing heavily. “Please… please tickle me, my queen…”
“Mhmm, good girl…” Kesha said. “How ‘bout you sit your fine ass in my seat there and we’ll get started.”
“Yes, my queen,” Alicia said. Alicia, swallowing and keeping her head low, rushed up to the contraption in the center of the room. The black leather shined as she grew closer, accompanied by the faint scent of lemon cleaner from being freshly wiped down. Her bare bottom sank into the plush cushion. She spun herself around, as she had many times before, to place her ankles into the grooves of the stocks. Kesha watched for a bit, observing Alicia’s eager subservience, before trailing over with a heavily swaying stride.
“You want me to go easy on you, toy?” Kesha asked. She harshly lifted the top of the stocks to slam down over the bottom, locking Alicia’s bare ankles in place. Alicia jumped a bit, watching as Kesha bolted the device shut.
“No, my queen,” Alicia said.
“Damn right, you don’t,” Kesha said. “I’ve had a rough week and I might just take it out on you. You’re mine to do with what I want after all.” Kesha’s words ignited Alicia’s senses. Her body grew warm beneath the glowing red light above. Sweat trickled across her rich, sienna skin. She stirred in her seat. Kesha came up next to her, her hand cupping beneath Alicia’s jaw, forcing the girl’s gaze into her own. “You got a problem with that?”
“No, my queen,” Alicia answered.
“Good,” Kesha said. She dropped Alicia’s jaw. “Arms up.” Alicia obediently raised her arms up above her head. Kesha drew down the cuffed chains hanging from the ceiling and latched them onto Alicia’s wrists. She bolted them closed and gave the chain a hearty tug. “There you go. You ain’t going nowhere.” Alicia sat upright, her feet trapped in the stockings and her wrists bound up above her head. She had enough back support for comfort, but what little discomfort she faced was all a part of the experience of helplessness. Kesha’s hand traced down Alicia’s arm. Her touch grazed down to Alicia’s bare chest, giving her breasts a firm grab and tease. Alicia gasped a bit before biting her lip. Her hands clenched into fists as more burn raced through her body. Kesha continued caressing Alicia’s chest around her areola as she leaned in to whisper in her ear. “You still mine, bitch?”
“Yes, my queen,” Alicia said.
“Louder,” Kesha said, grabbing her nipple noticeably harder.
“Yes, my queen!”
“Say it then,” Kesha said, almost angrily, as she pinched even harder. Alicia let out a gasp, her back straightening, as she spoke with complete surrender to her desperation.
“Ah, I’m all yours, my queen!” Alicia said. She whimpered a bit as Kesha let go. The rise in her panting grew congruently with the heat that filled her person, both in the room and flushed through her senses. She sat in a forming puddle of her own desire before Kesha even arrived at the true reason for her visit.
“Good,” Kesha said, her hands tracing to both of Alicia’s slick, underarm hollows. “‘Cus now… you gonna laugh for me.”
Wasting no more time, Kesha’s fingers flew into a scribbling assault against both of Alicia’s exposed, slender pits. The sudden rush of ticklish stimulation exploded within the girl’s body. Her muscles contracted, her figure tugging at each of the binds holding her in place. The stockade shifted. The chains rattled against one another. Alicia’s arms jolted as she threw her chest out and head up, her mouth dropping into an eruption of ticklish laughter.
“Neeaaaaaahhhhahahhahahaa!!!” Alicia yelped. “Ohhh gaaahhahahahahaaaad!!” Alicia’s body wafted side to side in between Kesha’s pincering ticklish assault. Kesha kept herself close by to listen to the laughing cries of her client, the room’s returning tickle toy. Her long nails skittered and scraped against Alicia’s pits, slickened with sweat. She tickled without restraint, spending no time easing the girl into her saughted demise. Kesha giggled into Alicia’s ear as her fingers worked devilishly against her pits, playing the girl like an instrument of laughter.
“That’s right, bitch, laugh for me,” Kesha said. “That’s all you here to do. Heh heh…” Kesha drank in the sight of Alicia’s body writhing beneath the glowing, red light. She breathed in the musk that surrounded them both, watching the beads of sweat trickle across Alicia’s heaving, bucking chest. For minutes ticking away like whole quadrants of the clock, her nails scribbled viciously against the plush, ticklish pits, aided by the slickness that the skin provided. She dug and fluttered her nails alternatively throughout the areas. Every little scrape, each little touch, sent merciless tickles blooming throughout both spots, attacking Alicia’s senses no matter how the girl’s body moved to instinctively avoid them.
“Aaaaahhhhhahahahahahaaaa!!!” Alicia squealed, tears beading in the corners of her eyes. “Gaaahhhhahahaha-faaaahahahahahack!!” Her hands balled into fists. Her toes curled and feet flailed within their locked holes. Alicia bucked in her seat. Her laughter exploded throughout the room, filling the air along with her own heat and natural fragrance of passion. Every flurrious tickle ravished through her senses. Each little swipe of Kesha’s clawing nails sent bursts of tickles through Alicia’s body, further reducing her composure into a squealing, giggling mess.
“You like being my little tickle toy, don’t you, bitch?” Kesha asked into Alicia’s ear. Alicia nodded through her frenzied reactions, flailing in place as much as she could manage within her binds. “Then say it. I wanna hear you.”
“Aaaahahhahaaa-I l-aahahahahahaa-ke be-eeeheheheheheheheahahaha-ing your t-aaahahahahahaa-ckle toy!!!” Alicia cried out. The strong, confident law student steadily broke down more and more beneath Kesha’s experienced hands, each tickle chipping her down into a squeaking, laughing puddle.
“Damn right, you do,” Kesha said. Her hands dropped down to Alicia’s ribs. Her nails scratched and flurried over each set, pinching and digging into the ridges exposed by Alicia’s raised arms. Alicia screamed into a laughing howl. She threw her head back again, sweat flying off of her hair, as the long, cherry nails danced along the shallow hills and valleys of her ribs.
“Faaaaahahhahahahahahaaaaaack!!” Alicia cackled uncontrollably. She bounced in her seat. She tossed her head side to side. She pulled hard at the chains holding her arms. Yet nothing she could do would stop the tickles that she paid to experience, the ticklish trap into which she walked herself. Kesha snickered as her hands worked torturous magic over Alicia’s ribcage. Attacking both sides at once, she kept a firm girl on Alicia’s thrashing body, riddling both sides with an onslaught of tickles from well-placed scratches.
“Coochie coochie coo…” Kesha said playfully into Alicia’s ear. The teasing phrases only served to enhance the overall experience, highlighting the humiliation and helplessness and reduction into being a toy for her queen. Alicia’s mind slipped into the subservient space that set most of her fantasies. Her passions stirred as she endured the ticklish treatment at the hands of her queen, unable to do anything but laugh and sit in her own quivering need.
“Naaaahahahahahahahahaaaa!!! Ohhhh gaahahahahahahahahahaaaa!!!” Alicia’s voice echoed through the room. Kesha’s fingers dug into each little dip of her ribs. They pinched and scribbled and raked up and down each ticklish set until Alicia was left gasping through her laughter. Kesha soaked in the girl’s responses, holding back her own pleasures of the job she performed so well. With slight hesitation, loving the sight of Alicia’s reduced composure and submissive attitude, Kesha pulled back. As the tickles stopped, Alicia drew in a long, groaning breath of air. The room had grown warm and humid, making breathing a challenge, one Kesha had learned to manage. She pulled back and stroked Alicia’s hair from her face.
“You still good?” she asked. Alicia breathed heavily, staring back with a smirk. She nodded after a moment to collect herself.
“Y-yes… my queen…” she said. Kesha giggled slightly. She reached down to stroke her fingers across Alicia’s burning thigh. Alicia gasped through her heaving, biting her lip as Kesha’s fingers slipped down into the damp crevasse in between.
“Mhmm,” Kesha muttered into Alicia’s ear. “Because you like being my little tickle toy, don’t you, bitch?” Her fingers found and pressed against Alicia’s bare slit, lapping at the moisture that glossed across it. She pushed herself inside for a hearty thrust.
“Mmmaaahhh, yes, my queen!” Alicia shouted. Her spot ached to Kesha’s touch. She moaned as Kesha’s fingers thrust in and out several times before pulling back.
“Good,” she said. “Because you ain’t close to being done with me.” Alicia laid her head back, breathing in the dreadful elation from knowing that there would be more. She smiled and chuckled, feeling how sore her stomach was getting from laughing so much. Kesha came around in front of her. She laid one hand on the center of Alicia’s chest, running her glistening fingers down in between them. Alicia looked down as Kesha studied the girl’s face, bringing her nails farther and farther down Alicia’s midsection. Her touch licked across Alicia’s burning skin. Alicia breathed heavier as Kesha’s fingers made their way down to her stomach. Her lingering tease lasted only seconds before her nails began to rapidly scribble across Alicia’s tender stomach.
“Neeeeeaahahhhhahahahahahahahaaa!!” Alicia squealed into a fit of giggles. With the sudden rise of stimulation, her resting figure was once again thrust into a squirming upset. Alicia twisted in place as laughter burst from her lips. More sweat trickled down her frame. Her hair loosened from its style as it clumped with wetness and flung side to side with each rapid turn of her head. Kesha attacked her plush belly with skittering tickles from all ten nails, laughing in her face as she reduced the girl in bondage to ticklish tears.
“That’s right, bitch, laugh for me,” Kesha taunted. “You my tickle toy now, I do with you whatever I want. Isn’t that right?” Her skilled fingers worked into the shallow folds of Alicia’s belly where she sat. They skittered across the delicate surface of her skin and gnawed into the tender muscle beneath. Her hands explored the area with ruthless abandon to the ticklish turmoil their touch raised against Alicia’s overwhelming sensitivity.
“Gaaaahhhhehehehehehahahaaa!! Yeeeesssahahahahaaahahaha mahahahaaay queeehhehehehehehn!!” Alicia squealed with her giggles. Her laughter burst in full as Kesha’s fingers gnawed into the muscle structure of her abdominals. Her stomach burned beneath Kesha’s fingers, along with the rest of her body. Her skin glistened with a fine layer of sweat and musk, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her seat pressed hard against the cushion beneath it, stoking small bursts of pleasurable stimulation to accompany her ticklish delight.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle… heh heh heh…” Kesha teased with her snickering laughter. Her grip pulsed into Alicia’s ticklish tummy. Her nails explored the sensitive regions where her sitting stomach folded over itself while her fingertips dug into the stretches of loose, ticklish skin. Kesha smiled into Alicia’s face. Her dark, alluring stare adored the girl’s reactions, enamored by the position in which she found herself. She giggled teasingly into Alicia’s ear, nibbling on the girl’s lobe, as her hands sent ticklish flurries through Alicia’s quivering belly.
“Naaaahhhhhehehehehehehehhahahaha!! Shhhhahahahahahaaaaait!!” Alicia’s laughter poured through the room. Kesha watched the faintest changes in Alicia’s complexion, shimmering with falling tears. Her hands ravished across Alicia’s ticklish tummy, tormenting the young woman’s senses minute by slow, lasting minute. Her hands explored the humid curves of Alicia’s midsection. Her nails skittered about until her hands spread to the edges of Alicia’s stomach. Kesha’s fingers splayed as they grabbed onto her toy’s plush sides. Viciously, Kesha began to squeeze rapidly, digging her fingers into the ticklish stretches above Alicia’s hips. “NaaaaAAAAHHHAHAHAH!!!! FAAAAHHAHAHAHACK!!!”
“Heh, heh, oh you like this, don’t you, bitch?” Kesha taunted. As she violently squeezed the ticklish sides, Alicia’s laughter surged into desperate screams. She bucked and twisted harder against her seat, still unable to free herself, not that freedom was her intention. She turned side to side, the chains above her head rattling as she danced in place. Her naked chest rose and fell and bounced with her many fits of groaning laughter. She pulled and turned restlessly, unable to stop the natural reactions anymore than she could stop her own, ticklish laughter.
“YEAAAAHHHHHAHHAHAHAHAHASSS!!!” Alicia answered. As tortured as her nerves became, she came knowing exactly what she was paying for. A regular customer to Kesha’s speciality, the two developed a close enough relationship that both knew well what the other wanted, needed, and was capable of providing. Still, Kesha’s ruthless touch always seemed to challenge Alicia’s overwhelming ticklishness, pushing her just a little bit further each time to satisfy her carnal tastes. Kesha’s fingers plunged over and over again into the fleshes strips. She squeezed up and down, spreading her fingers out as wide as they could to maximize the tickled area.
“Mhmm, you’re just a dirty little tickle slut, ain’t you?” Kesha teased. Each squeeze shot rushes of tickles through Alicia’s senses, breaking her further down into a trembling mass of ticklish nerves. With her arms chained above her, there was nothing she could do to stop it. This underlying helplessness remained a recurring thought as it too worked to tease Alicia into a deeper state of submission and arousal. Still, as the room continued to fill with thick, musky heat, Alicia was forced to suck in heavier breaths through her laughter. Her breathing became gasping and groaning, and within another quarter of the clock, Kesha was forced to pull back once more.
“Th… wh… th-thank…” Alicia started, still feeling the residual tingles around her midsection as Kesha pulled her hands from her body.
“Breathe,” Kesha said, standing to fetch a wash cloth by the vanity. She poured a small amount of water across it before bringing it over to Alicia, wiping the girl’s face. “Just breathe. Don’t need you passing out in here.” Alicia fought to catch her breath as Kesha wiped her face with the cloth. The water was far from cold, but certainly cool between the heat of the room and what Alicia’s own body provided. Alicia sighed. She gathered herself as her swirling mind began to focus once more. Her head leaned into Kesha’s gentle strokes. Kesha supported Alicia’s recovery while helping her return to the mindset enough to continue. “You still good?”
“Mhmm… my queen…” Alicia said, her eyes blinking against the fatigue and sting of sweat.
“Good,” Kesha said. She withdrew the cloth and threw it across the room, landing it just barely atop the vanity. She kept a grin leering on Alicia’s careful stare as she made her way down to the bottom of the contraption. Her nails traced down Alicia’s bare legs and tapped across the stocks. She stopped in front of Alicia’s bound, bare feet, trapped within the device. Alicia’s heart began to race again. Kesha’s eyes stared down at her creamy, pale soles with a tantalizing glare that teased without a word. As Kesha let the moment linger, Alicia felt the weight of her focus. Her feet began to tingle, her sensitivity perked from the anticipation. Kesha took her time in assuming her position before them. She slowly knelt onto a pad to keep her knees comfortable as her eyes continued to torment the ticklish pair all on their own.
“Mhmm, my favorite…” Kesha said. She watched Alicia’s feet shift and squirm anxiously in the stocks. She licked her lips and eased the outer edges of Alicia’s helpless, bare feet with her laps. Tiny taps sent ticklish shocks through Alicia’s senses, leaving the girl yelping and giggling and wriggling in her seat. Alicia kept her eyes focused on Kesha’s hands, but as the woman’s nails focused more on scratching toward the center of her soles, the tickles began to stir once more, inviting more teary-eyed laughter.
“Neeeahhahahahahahah!!! Ohhh gaaahahahahahahahahaad!!!” Alicia succumbed quickly to another fit of ticklish laughter. Kesha teased her nails against Alicia’s soft, warm soles for but a moment before pushing her limitations with a fluttering stream of rapid scratches. Her nails flew into a flurry against both squirming, pasty feet, trapped within the walls of the stocks and that of Alicia’s own rising fatigue. The tickles exploded up through her nerves, storming throughout her entire body. Alicia writhed in place, pulling hard at the cuffs and stocks that kept her pressed into the seat and enduring the sudden, explosive ravishing of tickles against her defenseless feet.
“Heh, heh, coochie coochie coo, tickle toy…” Kesha taunted. As much as she kept an eye on Alicia’s apparent composure, she relished her sights on the look and shape of Alicia’s feet as they fought instinctively against her endless wave of ticklish scribbles. Her nails sent light scratches all throughout Alicia’s ticklish feet. They explored up and down the slender lengths of her arch and gave her heels hard, concentrated scratches. They dug into her insteps and rose into the bases of her toes. Alicia’s rapid laughter quickly became screams once again, unable to adequately articulate the full extent of the abundant ticklishness of her feet.
“GAAAAHHHHHHHAHAAHAHAHAHAH!!! SHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT!!!” Alicia screamed. She bucked and thrashed in her seat. The chains rattled loudly above her head. Every little tickle against her feet came as a devilish lash across the very nerves within that tormented her with their burning sensitivity. All the while, the torment itself reminded Alicia of why she came in the first place. Her passions stirred. To the helplessness. To the humiliation. To the reduction and degradation. To the wave upon wave of anguished tickles. Alicia screamed with laughter as her womanhood churned and pulsed with clenching need. Her head swam as the tickles poured through her body and permeated her mind.
“You might have my favorite pair of feet to play with,” Kesha said, never once slowing her clawing assault against Alicia’s ticklish senses. “You should be proud to please your queen so.” Alicia’s answers came only in more laughter. Tears poured down her face. Her arms ached at pulling so hard at the cuffs that bound them. Kesha never slowed her ticklish assault against Alicia’s feet. She covered each sole with layer upon layer of scribbling tickles. Her nails, scraping against the delicate, humid skin, rose to Alicia’s toes. They toyed with each, bearing insidiously faint scratches against each pad, individually and all at once. Her fingers dug into the delicate spaces in between and underneath, torturing the frail nerves throughout with direct stimulation.
“FAAAAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHACKKKK!!! STAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!” Alicia’s laughter grew and grew. Kesha alternated between going after her toes and her soles one each foot. She brought both hands to one foot before doing the same to the other. Kesha leaned in to nibble Alicia’s toes while her nails worked both soles at once. Every passing second was spent in absolute ticklish excess, each passing with the innate response of questioning how much more Alicia could take. Her body flailed and thrashed in its binds until fatigue surrendered Alicia to her ticklish fate. Her laughter groaned and whined, yet the tickles continued to rage throughout her body, storming up from her vulnerable, sensitive feet.
“That’s right, keep laughing, tickle toy,” Kesha teased. “Tickle, tickle, tickle toy with the ticklish feet…” Her nails scrubbed up and down both of Alicia’s soles. Her feet were made as slick as the rest of her body, sweat dripping from all sides onto the floor. Still, both women held firm in their positions. Alicia continued to heave through her laughter while Kesha made sure to keep her locked within her ticklish ecstasy. The tickles surging through Alicia’s body served to both break down her poise and to stoke the fires that left her, even in the anguish of ticklish torment, wanting more.
“OOOHHHHHHH FAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAK!!!” Alicia cried out. No matter how she moved her feet, the nails always followed her, keeping her firmly trapped in the ticklish making of her own patronage. Her body burned throughout. Her face burned from the rush of humiliation, being so reduced to but a lowly tickle toy. Her feet burned from the tickles scribbling and scraping against them, riddling her ticklish senses into ribbons of abject insanity. Her stomach burned from keeping up with the fits of uncontrollable laughter. Her pussy burned from a trembling need for affection, an aching cry for just a little stroke to help her release the passions the tickles had helped build. Her chest burned from wheezing through the thick, dense air that only grew more challenging as the seconds passed.
Before she knew it, the tickles stopped, save for the phantom tingles that Kesha’s nails left behind. A small alarm on Kesha’s phone, laid out on the vanity, began to go off. Kesha pulled her nails back just as Alicia began to strain to catch her breath. The initial cease came with a sudden, needy inhale, a gasp to help ease her racing heart. Alicia collapsed against the back of the device, her arms still hoisted above her head. Her eyes fluttered as she did little more than just breath following the intensive session. Kesha came up to help unlock her wrists first, easing her arms back down into a more comfortable position. She then unlocked the stocks and stood back, simply letting the ticklish toy rest.
Alicia huffed. She drew in deep, humid breaths that were hardly half as satisfying as the session itself. After a few seconds of needed rest, she reached up to wipe a dense layer of sweat and hair from her face. Part of her wanted to simply surrender to seat, to fall asleep right there in the warm room filled with the scents of her pleasure. But she knew that Kesha had other clients and what waited for her in the car to potentially help finish everything off.
“Sure you don’t want me to make you cum?” Kesha asked. “Fifty bucks. You know I’m good for it.” Kesha smirked before sticking out her tongue a bit. Alicia shook her head.
“M-maybe next time,” Alicia said. “I just have to get back home. I have a wand in my car if it can’t wait.” Kesha shrugged.
“Aight,” Kesha said. Alicia groaned a bit before pushing herself up off of the seat. She fetched her clothes and got redressed, knowing that a shower and a run of laundry would be in her near-immediate future. Alicia turned to the mirror and fixed her hair. She huffed and grabbed her purse as Kesha sat at the vanity, restoring her own image.
“Got to get some… air conditioners for these rooms, you know?” Alicia said, putting her arm through the strap of her purse.
“For real, though,” Kesha said. “I keep telling Antoine this, saying how people will pay for longer sessions if they ain’t passing out all the damn time, and he always frontin’ ‘bout expenses, saying people should expect basement level rooms to be hot, like that shit helps me, or the other girls, out at all.”
“Heh, yeah,” Alicia said, adjusting her outfit in the mirror. Kesha turned back to face her. Alicia turned to meet her gaze. “Thanks for this. Really.”
“Anytime,” Kesha said. Alicia smiled and reached for the door handle.
“And, like I always say–”
“Booker can’t find out, yeah I know,” Kesha said. “Seriously, though, you worry too much. You ain’t nearly as freaky as some of the others coming through here.”
“Heh, yeah, you’re probably right,” Alicia said. “See you around.”
“Bye, girl,” Kesha said. “Text me when you get home.”
“Will do,” Alicia said. She opened the door, greeted with a fresh wind of cool air. She smiled and went on her way to finish what the session had started within her.
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Kesha sat at her vanity, refreshing her make-up. The room was already warm and scented with her previous, ticklish endeavor. A knock at the door turned her attention to the clock. She scoffed and rolled her eyes a bit.
“Man, you early,” Kesha muttered. She turned around and walked up to the door, creaking it open. “You know I don’t have you for another five minutes, Booker.”
“I know,” said Booker, a taller, slender man wearing jeans, boots, and a Bulls jersey. He looked around cautiously, fidgeting slightly in place. Kesha rolled her eyes and stepped aside.
“Aight, get in,” she said. Booker walked inside quickly as Kesha shut the door behind him.
“Sorry, I just…”
“Don’t like being seen, I get it,” said Kesha, walking up to him. She grinned and placed her hand on his chest, shaped with a sturdy mass of rigid muscles. “You come to be my little tickle toy again?” A darkness spread to Booker’s cheeks. He squirmed a bit in place.
“Damn, girl, why you got to say it like that?” Booker asked softly.
“Uh uh, it’s ‘my queen’, remember?” Kesha said. “So, is it?” Booker paused as he drew in a long, deep breath.
“Y-yes, my queen,” Booker said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a banded roll of bills. He handed it to her as Kesha’s eyes scanned through the wad.
“Remember that secrecy is extra, right?” Kesha said.
“Yeah… uh, my queen,” Booker said, blushing anxiously. “Alicia… can’t find out.” Kesha smiled.
“As always, huh?” Kesha teased with a grin. “Aight then, I won’t say a thing.”
“Girl, you know me too well for that,” Kesha said. Kesha, or Amethyst, as she was referred to within the esoteric walls of the Silver Stallion, turned with a strong statue of confidence, leading Alicia further into the secluded room. The Stallion, tucked within the dimmer reaches of East Englewood, had become a common establishment for adult entertainment, most being exchanged through illicit means. Brazen, rhythmic music thumped in the background, reduced to little more than bass. The air was rich with menthol and colliding perfumes. Alicia peered into the room with which she had become well familiar, entering swiftly and closing the door behind her.
“Same thing as last time,” Alicia said. She took off her coat and hung it on a hanger attached to the wall behind her. The room was dark and lit with red bulbs. The extension of the Stallion was largely a prohibitionist relic, underground rooms fitted to carry out deals and pleasures meant to go unexamined. Such amenities had found other uses of the same purpose throughout the years.
“Of course,” Kesha said. She walked over to a small vanity, covered with makeup containers and bottles of perfume. She dabbed a scent onto the base of her neck. Kesha wore a shimmering purple crop that just barely concealed her chest and matching skirt highlighting her long legs and black heels. Her makeup did much to accentuate her expression of total assurance in herself and everything around her, Kesha holding herself with the aplomb of a woman in complete control. She glanced back to Alicia, placing a thick roll of bills on a small table off to the side. “Secrecy is still extra.”
“I know,” Alicia said dryly. “Never thought you’d be a snitch, though.”
“Girl, you know I ain’t no snitch,” Kesha said sharply, “but I ain’t no liar neither. That’s what’s you payin’ for, that I ain’t seen your ass anywhere near the club.”
“I get it,” Alicia said. She faced a skinny, floor-length mirror and began to take off the rest of her clothes. Her ensemble, alluring yet discrete, fell to the floor first, followed by her lingerie. Kesha passively watched from her corner of the room.
“Though I don’t get what you so secretive about anyway,” Kesha said. “In this day and age, people out there gettin’ into some real weird shit. This, what you be coming in here for every week… heh, this vanilla compared to what I seen.”
“I just don’t want it getting back to Booker,” Alicia said. “Or anyone else, for that matter. I don’t need my family finding out, or Reverend Harris, or god forbid anyone who might hold this against me when I go to start my own practice.” Kesha sighed and shook her head. Her expression conceded, clearly reserving further comments.
“Alright, whatever you say, girl,” Kesha said. She looked back, eyeing Alicia’s naked body standing timidly looking away. Kesha grinned as she strutted closer. “Hate to see something so pretty be so ashamed to be who she is.”
“It’s not that I’m ashamed, I’m just-” Alicia said, before being interrupted by Kesha lightly placing her index finger against Alicia’s lips.
“Ah, you’re on my time now,” Kesha said, whispering into Alicia’s face. Alicia stared back, falling silent as her eyes widened. “You all mine for the next hour and you won’t speak unless I address you. You got that?” Alicia swallowed. A warm rush raced through her cheeks.
“Y-yes, my queen,” Alicia said, her tone shifting into one much more soft and demure. Kesha smirked. She walked around Alicia’s body, her hand, fitted with five long, candy red nails, tracing across Alicia’s skin. Alicia shuddered, gasping airy breaths into faint giggles.
“Good,” Kesha said. As Kesha walked behind Alicia, her hand splayed wide across one cheek. Alicia whimpered slightly, standing still and falling quiet. She gave the other cheek a hard slap, watching Alicia’s reaction force a weakened expression of stoicism. “Now, look at all my toys.”
Alicia turned to face further into the room that they shared. She looked onto the red basking sea of dark leather instruments. Rows of crops, switches, and feather wands hung along one wall. A collection of gags and blindfolds was displayed across the opposite end, next to a rack of paddles and small whips. Ropes, chains, and padded cuffs also hung on display, free to use. A St. Andrews Cross remained bolted to the farthest wall. Another versatile contraption sat more toward the center of the room. It was an adjustable device of black leather pads for direct contact surfaces, complete with a rig for overhead bondage supplementation. Alicia’s eyes fell on the pair of stocks stationed at one end. The contraption was in the shape of an L, with the bottom portion feeding into the stockade and the top half bent into a conservative recline.
“Like what you see?” Kesha asked. Alicia breathed heavily, beads of sweat already beginning to form against her skin.
“Yes, my queen,” Alicia said. Kesha chuckled.
“You’re here to be my little tickle toy, though, aren’t you?”
“Yes, my queen,” Alicia said, holding her head up.
“Mhmm, and how much you want me to tickle you?”
“More than anything, my queen,” Alicia said, breathing heavily. “Please… please tickle me, my queen…”
“Mhmm, good girl…” Kesha said. “How ‘bout you sit your fine ass in my seat there and we’ll get started.”
“Yes, my queen,” Alicia said. Alicia, swallowing and keeping her head low, rushed up to the contraption in the center of the room. The black leather shined as she grew closer, accompanied by the faint scent of lemon cleaner from being freshly wiped down. Her bare bottom sank into the plush cushion. She spun herself around, as she had many times before, to place her ankles into the grooves of the stocks. Kesha watched for a bit, observing Alicia’s eager subservience, before trailing over with a heavily swaying stride.
“You want me to go easy on you, toy?” Kesha asked. She harshly lifted the top of the stocks to slam down over the bottom, locking Alicia’s bare ankles in place. Alicia jumped a bit, watching as Kesha bolted the device shut.
“No, my queen,” Alicia said.
“Damn right, you don’t,” Kesha said. “I’ve had a rough week and I might just take it out on you. You’re mine to do with what I want after all.” Kesha’s words ignited Alicia’s senses. Her body grew warm beneath the glowing red light above. Sweat trickled across her rich, sienna skin. She stirred in her seat. Kesha came up next to her, her hand cupping beneath Alicia’s jaw, forcing the girl’s gaze into her own. “You got a problem with that?”
“No, my queen,” Alicia answered.
“Good,” Kesha said. She dropped Alicia’s jaw. “Arms up.” Alicia obediently raised her arms up above her head. Kesha drew down the cuffed chains hanging from the ceiling and latched them onto Alicia’s wrists. She bolted them closed and gave the chain a hearty tug. “There you go. You ain’t going nowhere.” Alicia sat upright, her feet trapped in the stockings and her wrists bound up above her head. She had enough back support for comfort, but what little discomfort she faced was all a part of the experience of helplessness. Kesha’s hand traced down Alicia’s arm. Her touch grazed down to Alicia’s bare chest, giving her breasts a firm grab and tease. Alicia gasped a bit before biting her lip. Her hands clenched into fists as more burn raced through her body. Kesha continued caressing Alicia’s chest around her areola as she leaned in to whisper in her ear. “You still mine, bitch?”
“Yes, my queen,” Alicia said.
“Louder,” Kesha said, grabbing her nipple noticeably harder.
“Yes, my queen!”
“Say it then,” Kesha said, almost angrily, as she pinched even harder. Alicia let out a gasp, her back straightening, as she spoke with complete surrender to her desperation.
“Ah, I’m all yours, my queen!” Alicia said. She whimpered a bit as Kesha let go. The rise in her panting grew congruently with the heat that filled her person, both in the room and flushed through her senses. She sat in a forming puddle of her own desire before Kesha even arrived at the true reason for her visit.
“Good,” Kesha said, her hands tracing to both of Alicia’s slick, underarm hollows. “‘Cus now… you gonna laugh for me.”
Wasting no more time, Kesha’s fingers flew into a scribbling assault against both of Alicia’s exposed, slender pits. The sudden rush of ticklish stimulation exploded within the girl’s body. Her muscles contracted, her figure tugging at each of the binds holding her in place. The stockade shifted. The chains rattled against one another. Alicia’s arms jolted as she threw her chest out and head up, her mouth dropping into an eruption of ticklish laughter.
“Neeaaaaaahhhhahahhahahaa!!!” Alicia yelped. “Ohhh gaaahhahahahahaaaad!!” Alicia’s body wafted side to side in between Kesha’s pincering ticklish assault. Kesha kept herself close by to listen to the laughing cries of her client, the room’s returning tickle toy. Her long nails skittered and scraped against Alicia’s pits, slickened with sweat. She tickled without restraint, spending no time easing the girl into her saughted demise. Kesha giggled into Alicia’s ear as her fingers worked devilishly against her pits, playing the girl like an instrument of laughter.
“That’s right, bitch, laugh for me,” Kesha said. “That’s all you here to do. Heh heh…” Kesha drank in the sight of Alicia’s body writhing beneath the glowing, red light. She breathed in the musk that surrounded them both, watching the beads of sweat trickle across Alicia’s heaving, bucking chest. For minutes ticking away like whole quadrants of the clock, her nails scribbled viciously against the plush, ticklish pits, aided by the slickness that the skin provided. She dug and fluttered her nails alternatively throughout the areas. Every little scrape, each little touch, sent merciless tickles blooming throughout both spots, attacking Alicia’s senses no matter how the girl’s body moved to instinctively avoid them.
“Aaaaahhhhhahahahahahaaaa!!!” Alicia squealed, tears beading in the corners of her eyes. “Gaaahhhhahahaha-faaaahahahahahack!!” Her hands balled into fists. Her toes curled and feet flailed within their locked holes. Alicia bucked in her seat. Her laughter exploded throughout the room, filling the air along with her own heat and natural fragrance of passion. Every flurrious tickle ravished through her senses. Each little swipe of Kesha’s clawing nails sent bursts of tickles through Alicia’s body, further reducing her composure into a squealing, giggling mess.
“You like being my little tickle toy, don’t you, bitch?” Kesha asked into Alicia’s ear. Alicia nodded through her frenzied reactions, flailing in place as much as she could manage within her binds. “Then say it. I wanna hear you.”
“Aaaahahhahaaa-I l-aahahahahahaa-ke be-eeeheheheheheheheahahaha-ing your t-aaahahahahahaa-ckle toy!!!” Alicia cried out. The strong, confident law student steadily broke down more and more beneath Kesha’s experienced hands, each tickle chipping her down into a squeaking, laughing puddle.
“Damn right, you do,” Kesha said. Her hands dropped down to Alicia’s ribs. Her nails scratched and flurried over each set, pinching and digging into the ridges exposed by Alicia’s raised arms. Alicia screamed into a laughing howl. She threw her head back again, sweat flying off of her hair, as the long, cherry nails danced along the shallow hills and valleys of her ribs.
“Faaaaahahhahahahahahaaaaaack!!” Alicia cackled uncontrollably. She bounced in her seat. She tossed her head side to side. She pulled hard at the chains holding her arms. Yet nothing she could do would stop the tickles that she paid to experience, the ticklish trap into which she walked herself. Kesha snickered as her hands worked torturous magic over Alicia’s ribcage. Attacking both sides at once, she kept a firm girl on Alicia’s thrashing body, riddling both sides with an onslaught of tickles from well-placed scratches.
“Coochie coochie coo…” Kesha said playfully into Alicia’s ear. The teasing phrases only served to enhance the overall experience, highlighting the humiliation and helplessness and reduction into being a toy for her queen. Alicia’s mind slipped into the subservient space that set most of her fantasies. Her passions stirred as she endured the ticklish treatment at the hands of her queen, unable to do anything but laugh and sit in her own quivering need.
“Naaaahahahahahahahahaaaa!!! Ohhhh gaahahahahahahahahahaaaa!!!” Alicia’s voice echoed through the room. Kesha’s fingers dug into each little dip of her ribs. They pinched and scribbled and raked up and down each ticklish set until Alicia was left gasping through her laughter. Kesha soaked in the girl’s responses, holding back her own pleasures of the job she performed so well. With slight hesitation, loving the sight of Alicia’s reduced composure and submissive attitude, Kesha pulled back. As the tickles stopped, Alicia drew in a long, groaning breath of air. The room had grown warm and humid, making breathing a challenge, one Kesha had learned to manage. She pulled back and stroked Alicia’s hair from her face.
“You still good?” she asked. Alicia breathed heavily, staring back with a smirk. She nodded after a moment to collect herself.
“Y-yes… my queen…” she said. Kesha giggled slightly. She reached down to stroke her fingers across Alicia’s burning thigh. Alicia gasped through her heaving, biting her lip as Kesha’s fingers slipped down into the damp crevasse in between.
“Mhmm,” Kesha muttered into Alicia’s ear. “Because you like being my little tickle toy, don’t you, bitch?” Her fingers found and pressed against Alicia’s bare slit, lapping at the moisture that glossed across it. She pushed herself inside for a hearty thrust.
“Mmmaaahhh, yes, my queen!” Alicia shouted. Her spot ached to Kesha’s touch. She moaned as Kesha’s fingers thrust in and out several times before pulling back.
“Good,” she said. “Because you ain’t close to being done with me.” Alicia laid her head back, breathing in the dreadful elation from knowing that there would be more. She smiled and chuckled, feeling how sore her stomach was getting from laughing so much. Kesha came around in front of her. She laid one hand on the center of Alicia’s chest, running her glistening fingers down in between them. Alicia looked down as Kesha studied the girl’s face, bringing her nails farther and farther down Alicia’s midsection. Her touch licked across Alicia’s burning skin. Alicia breathed heavier as Kesha’s fingers made their way down to her stomach. Her lingering tease lasted only seconds before her nails began to rapidly scribble across Alicia’s tender stomach.
“Neeeeeaahahhhhahahahahahahahaaa!!” Alicia squealed into a fit of giggles. With the sudden rise of stimulation, her resting figure was once again thrust into a squirming upset. Alicia twisted in place as laughter burst from her lips. More sweat trickled down her frame. Her hair loosened from its style as it clumped with wetness and flung side to side with each rapid turn of her head. Kesha attacked her plush belly with skittering tickles from all ten nails, laughing in her face as she reduced the girl in bondage to ticklish tears.
“That’s right, bitch, laugh for me,” Kesha taunted. “You my tickle toy now, I do with you whatever I want. Isn’t that right?” Her skilled fingers worked into the shallow folds of Alicia’s belly where she sat. They skittered across the delicate surface of her skin and gnawed into the tender muscle beneath. Her hands explored the area with ruthless abandon to the ticklish turmoil their touch raised against Alicia’s overwhelming sensitivity.
“Gaaaahhhhehehehehehahahaaa!! Yeeeesssahahahahaaahahaha mahahahaaay queeehhehehehehehn!!” Alicia squealed with her giggles. Her laughter burst in full as Kesha’s fingers gnawed into the muscle structure of her abdominals. Her stomach burned beneath Kesha’s fingers, along with the rest of her body. Her skin glistened with a fine layer of sweat and musk, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her seat pressed hard against the cushion beneath it, stoking small bursts of pleasurable stimulation to accompany her ticklish delight.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle… heh heh heh…” Kesha teased with her snickering laughter. Her grip pulsed into Alicia’s ticklish tummy. Her nails explored the sensitive regions where her sitting stomach folded over itself while her fingertips dug into the stretches of loose, ticklish skin. Kesha smiled into Alicia’s face. Her dark, alluring stare adored the girl’s reactions, enamored by the position in which she found herself. She giggled teasingly into Alicia’s ear, nibbling on the girl’s lobe, as her hands sent ticklish flurries through Alicia’s quivering belly.
“Naaaahhhhhehehehehehehehhahahaha!! Shhhhahahahahahaaaaait!!” Alicia’s laughter poured through the room. Kesha watched the faintest changes in Alicia’s complexion, shimmering with falling tears. Her hands ravished across Alicia’s ticklish tummy, tormenting the young woman’s senses minute by slow, lasting minute. Her hands explored the humid curves of Alicia’s midsection. Her nails skittered about until her hands spread to the edges of Alicia’s stomach. Kesha’s fingers splayed as they grabbed onto her toy’s plush sides. Viciously, Kesha began to squeeze rapidly, digging her fingers into the ticklish stretches above Alicia’s hips. “NaaaaAAAAHHHAHAHAH!!!! FAAAAHHAHAHAHACK!!!”
“Heh, heh, oh you like this, don’t you, bitch?” Kesha taunted. As she violently squeezed the ticklish sides, Alicia’s laughter surged into desperate screams. She bucked and twisted harder against her seat, still unable to free herself, not that freedom was her intention. She turned side to side, the chains above her head rattling as she danced in place. Her naked chest rose and fell and bounced with her many fits of groaning laughter. She pulled and turned restlessly, unable to stop the natural reactions anymore than she could stop her own, ticklish laughter.
“YEAAAAHHHHHAHHAHAHAHAHASSS!!!” Alicia answered. As tortured as her nerves became, she came knowing exactly what she was paying for. A regular customer to Kesha’s speciality, the two developed a close enough relationship that both knew well what the other wanted, needed, and was capable of providing. Still, Kesha’s ruthless touch always seemed to challenge Alicia’s overwhelming ticklishness, pushing her just a little bit further each time to satisfy her carnal tastes. Kesha’s fingers plunged over and over again into the fleshes strips. She squeezed up and down, spreading her fingers out as wide as they could to maximize the tickled area.
“Mhmm, you’re just a dirty little tickle slut, ain’t you?” Kesha teased. Each squeeze shot rushes of tickles through Alicia’s senses, breaking her further down into a trembling mass of ticklish nerves. With her arms chained above her, there was nothing she could do to stop it. This underlying helplessness remained a recurring thought as it too worked to tease Alicia into a deeper state of submission and arousal. Still, as the room continued to fill with thick, musky heat, Alicia was forced to suck in heavier breaths through her laughter. Her breathing became gasping and groaning, and within another quarter of the clock, Kesha was forced to pull back once more.
“Th… wh… th-thank…” Alicia started, still feeling the residual tingles around her midsection as Kesha pulled her hands from her body.
“Breathe,” Kesha said, standing to fetch a wash cloth by the vanity. She poured a small amount of water across it before bringing it over to Alicia, wiping the girl’s face. “Just breathe. Don’t need you passing out in here.” Alicia fought to catch her breath as Kesha wiped her face with the cloth. The water was far from cold, but certainly cool between the heat of the room and what Alicia’s own body provided. Alicia sighed. She gathered herself as her swirling mind began to focus once more. Her head leaned into Kesha’s gentle strokes. Kesha supported Alicia’s recovery while helping her return to the mindset enough to continue. “You still good?”
“Mhmm… my queen…” Alicia said, her eyes blinking against the fatigue and sting of sweat.
“Good,” Kesha said. She withdrew the cloth and threw it across the room, landing it just barely atop the vanity. She kept a grin leering on Alicia’s careful stare as she made her way down to the bottom of the contraption. Her nails traced down Alicia’s bare legs and tapped across the stocks. She stopped in front of Alicia’s bound, bare feet, trapped within the device. Alicia’s heart began to race again. Kesha’s eyes stared down at her creamy, pale soles with a tantalizing glare that teased without a word. As Kesha let the moment linger, Alicia felt the weight of her focus. Her feet began to tingle, her sensitivity perked from the anticipation. Kesha took her time in assuming her position before them. She slowly knelt onto a pad to keep her knees comfortable as her eyes continued to torment the ticklish pair all on their own.
“Mhmm, my favorite…” Kesha said. She watched Alicia’s feet shift and squirm anxiously in the stocks. She licked her lips and eased the outer edges of Alicia’s helpless, bare feet with her laps. Tiny taps sent ticklish shocks through Alicia’s senses, leaving the girl yelping and giggling and wriggling in her seat. Alicia kept her eyes focused on Kesha’s hands, but as the woman’s nails focused more on scratching toward the center of her soles, the tickles began to stir once more, inviting more teary-eyed laughter.
“Neeeahhahahahahahah!!! Ohhh gaaahahahahahahahahaad!!!” Alicia succumbed quickly to another fit of ticklish laughter. Kesha teased her nails against Alicia’s soft, warm soles for but a moment before pushing her limitations with a fluttering stream of rapid scratches. Her nails flew into a flurry against both squirming, pasty feet, trapped within the walls of the stocks and that of Alicia’s own rising fatigue. The tickles exploded up through her nerves, storming throughout her entire body. Alicia writhed in place, pulling hard at the cuffs and stocks that kept her pressed into the seat and enduring the sudden, explosive ravishing of tickles against her defenseless feet.
“Heh, heh, coochie coochie coo, tickle toy…” Kesha taunted. As much as she kept an eye on Alicia’s apparent composure, she relished her sights on the look and shape of Alicia’s feet as they fought instinctively against her endless wave of ticklish scribbles. Her nails sent light scratches all throughout Alicia’s ticklish feet. They explored up and down the slender lengths of her arch and gave her heels hard, concentrated scratches. They dug into her insteps and rose into the bases of her toes. Alicia’s rapid laughter quickly became screams once again, unable to adequately articulate the full extent of the abundant ticklishness of her feet.
“GAAAAHHHHHHHAHAAHAHAHAHAH!!! SHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT!!!” Alicia screamed. She bucked and thrashed in her seat. The chains rattled loudly above her head. Every little tickle against her feet came as a devilish lash across the very nerves within that tormented her with their burning sensitivity. All the while, the torment itself reminded Alicia of why she came in the first place. Her passions stirred. To the helplessness. To the humiliation. To the reduction and degradation. To the wave upon wave of anguished tickles. Alicia screamed with laughter as her womanhood churned and pulsed with clenching need. Her head swam as the tickles poured through her body and permeated her mind.
“You might have my favorite pair of feet to play with,” Kesha said, never once slowing her clawing assault against Alicia’s ticklish senses. “You should be proud to please your queen so.” Alicia’s answers came only in more laughter. Tears poured down her face. Her arms ached at pulling so hard at the cuffs that bound them. Kesha never slowed her ticklish assault against Alicia’s feet. She covered each sole with layer upon layer of scribbling tickles. Her nails, scraping against the delicate, humid skin, rose to Alicia’s toes. They toyed with each, bearing insidiously faint scratches against each pad, individually and all at once. Her fingers dug into the delicate spaces in between and underneath, torturing the frail nerves throughout with direct stimulation.
“FAAAAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHACKKKK!!! STAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!” Alicia’s laughter grew and grew. Kesha alternated between going after her toes and her soles one each foot. She brought both hands to one foot before doing the same to the other. Kesha leaned in to nibble Alicia’s toes while her nails worked both soles at once. Every passing second was spent in absolute ticklish excess, each passing with the innate response of questioning how much more Alicia could take. Her body flailed and thrashed in its binds until fatigue surrendered Alicia to her ticklish fate. Her laughter groaned and whined, yet the tickles continued to rage throughout her body, storming up from her vulnerable, sensitive feet.
“That’s right, keep laughing, tickle toy,” Kesha teased. “Tickle, tickle, tickle toy with the ticklish feet…” Her nails scrubbed up and down both of Alicia’s soles. Her feet were made as slick as the rest of her body, sweat dripping from all sides onto the floor. Still, both women held firm in their positions. Alicia continued to heave through her laughter while Kesha made sure to keep her locked within her ticklish ecstasy. The tickles surging through Alicia’s body served to both break down her poise and to stoke the fires that left her, even in the anguish of ticklish torment, wanting more.
“OOOHHHHHHH FAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAK!!!” Alicia cried out. No matter how she moved her feet, the nails always followed her, keeping her firmly trapped in the ticklish making of her own patronage. Her body burned throughout. Her face burned from the rush of humiliation, being so reduced to but a lowly tickle toy. Her feet burned from the tickles scribbling and scraping against them, riddling her ticklish senses into ribbons of abject insanity. Her stomach burned from keeping up with the fits of uncontrollable laughter. Her pussy burned from a trembling need for affection, an aching cry for just a little stroke to help her release the passions the tickles had helped build. Her chest burned from wheezing through the thick, dense air that only grew more challenging as the seconds passed.
Before she knew it, the tickles stopped, save for the phantom tingles that Kesha’s nails left behind. A small alarm on Kesha’s phone, laid out on the vanity, began to go off. Kesha pulled her nails back just as Alicia began to strain to catch her breath. The initial cease came with a sudden, needy inhale, a gasp to help ease her racing heart. Alicia collapsed against the back of the device, her arms still hoisted above her head. Her eyes fluttered as she did little more than just breath following the intensive session. Kesha came up to help unlock her wrists first, easing her arms back down into a more comfortable position. She then unlocked the stocks and stood back, simply letting the ticklish toy rest.
Alicia huffed. She drew in deep, humid breaths that were hardly half as satisfying as the session itself. After a few seconds of needed rest, she reached up to wipe a dense layer of sweat and hair from her face. Part of her wanted to simply surrender to seat, to fall asleep right there in the warm room filled with the scents of her pleasure. But she knew that Kesha had other clients and what waited for her in the car to potentially help finish everything off.
“Sure you don’t want me to make you cum?” Kesha asked. “Fifty bucks. You know I’m good for it.” Kesha smirked before sticking out her tongue a bit. Alicia shook her head.
“M-maybe next time,” Alicia said. “I just have to get back home. I have a wand in my car if it can’t wait.” Kesha shrugged.
“Aight,” Kesha said. Alicia groaned a bit before pushing herself up off of the seat. She fetched her clothes and got redressed, knowing that a shower and a run of laundry would be in her near-immediate future. Alicia turned to the mirror and fixed her hair. She huffed and grabbed her purse as Kesha sat at the vanity, restoring her own image.
“Got to get some… air conditioners for these rooms, you know?” Alicia said, putting her arm through the strap of her purse.
“For real, though,” Kesha said. “I keep telling Antoine this, saying how people will pay for longer sessions if they ain’t passing out all the damn time, and he always frontin’ ‘bout expenses, saying people should expect basement level rooms to be hot, like that shit helps me, or the other girls, out at all.”
“Heh, yeah,” Alicia said, adjusting her outfit in the mirror. Kesha turned back to face her. Alicia turned to meet her gaze. “Thanks for this. Really.”
“Anytime,” Kesha said. Alicia smiled and reached for the door handle.
“And, like I always say–”
“Booker can’t find out, yeah I know,” Kesha said. “Seriously, though, you worry too much. You ain’t nearly as freaky as some of the others coming through here.”
“Heh, yeah, you’re probably right,” Alicia said. “See you around.”
“Bye, girl,” Kesha said. “Text me when you get home.”
“Will do,” Alicia said. She opened the door, greeted with a fresh wind of cool air. She smiled and went on her way to finish what the session had started within her.
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Kesha sat at her vanity, refreshing her make-up. The room was already warm and scented with her previous, ticklish endeavor. A knock at the door turned her attention to the clock. She scoffed and rolled her eyes a bit.
“Man, you early,” Kesha muttered. She turned around and walked up to the door, creaking it open. “You know I don’t have you for another five minutes, Booker.”
“I know,” said Booker, a taller, slender man wearing jeans, boots, and a Bulls jersey. He looked around cautiously, fidgeting slightly in place. Kesha rolled her eyes and stepped aside.
“Aight, get in,” she said. Booker walked inside quickly as Kesha shut the door behind him.
“Sorry, I just…”
“Don’t like being seen, I get it,” said Kesha, walking up to him. She grinned and placed her hand on his chest, shaped with a sturdy mass of rigid muscles. “You come to be my little tickle toy again?” A darkness spread to Booker’s cheeks. He squirmed a bit in place.
“Damn, girl, why you got to say it like that?” Booker asked softly.
“Uh uh, it’s ‘my queen’, remember?” Kesha said. “So, is it?” Booker paused as he drew in a long, deep breath.
“Y-yes, my queen,” Booker said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a banded roll of bills. He handed it to her as Kesha’s eyes scanned through the wad.
“Remember that secrecy is extra, right?” Kesha said.
“Yeah… uh, my queen,” Booker said, blushing anxiously. “Alicia… can’t find out.” Kesha smiled.
“As always, huh?” Kesha teased with a grin. “Aight then, I won’t say a thing.”
