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The Asstants Revenge

Noeyes

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The Assistants Revenge

By Noeyes


Trisha looked at herself in the mirror, what was not to love as she smoothed the red silk dress down over her soft body. He would just have to pay the price for auditioning new assistants. Normally Trisha was not worried at all but this new one was a worry. Mark had always had an eye for a pretty face. This new groupie was going to be a problem.

Trisha turned to look into the full-length mirror, as she got ready to put her plan into motion. Yes what was not to love, the red silk dress flowed over her body like a soft red wave. Her head crowned with a mane of flaming red hair. The dress was slit up the sides daringly showing off her tanned and toned legs. The nude stockings set off her legs divinely. As she turned to admire then she pulled aside the slit a little exposing the stocking tops and feathered garter she wore. How delightfully it tickled her with every step she took. She was putting herself into a very playful mood for this dress rehearsal.

This was the first time she had really been alone with Mark since he and told her about the audition of new assistants. He was getting ready to replace her with this blonde groupie she knew it. Trisha was going to make them pay first Mark then the groupie. As she approached the wings of the stage she saw Mark laying out the tools of this new illusion. It would be a slightly different version of the vanishing cabinet trick. Little did Mark know that the differences would place him under Trisha’s control for as long as she wanted. She had even brought her own bag of tricks this time.


Mark was blissfully unaware of his screw up the other night; He should have known that talking about this groupie would only inflame Trisha. Now he was about to pay for that mistake and OH how Trisha was going to make him pay. Mark was a tall toned man and for this illusion Trisha had talked him into a silver body suit that left little to anyone’s imagination. It also fit into her plans nicely. It was of silky material and hugged his body and was thin enough to feel each and every touch through it. As he set up the frame of the illusion, Trisha made her entry.

Mark paid little or no attention to his assistant as she approached him, as he concentrated on the task at hand. He has assembled the X frame in the stand being sure that his lock pick was carefully hidden. Yes he thought this was going to work out nicely. The illusion was to let Trisha secure him to this X frame and then have her stand it up for all to see. Then add panels all around it. Shielding him form the view of the audience. He would pick the locks and slip though the trap door under the stage and appear again in the wings. A least that was Marks version of how it was to go. Trisha however had other plans.


Being a Sunday Trisha knew that they would be completely alone and the theater empty. Just the way she wanted it her and her alone to make him beg and plead for mercy. The acoustics of his pleas would echo through the building before she was done with him. A wicked smile crept over her face as she made her entrance from the wings on cue. Mark was practicing his speech to the audience as she glided across the stage. Trisha knew that all eyes would be on her anyway. As she approached the frame Mark stepped into it lifting his arms into the cuffs as Trisha secured them. She bent down showing off her legs as she did and giving the front rows a good look at her ample cleavage. She secured the shackles onto his bare ankles and then stood back up and moved behind the frame. From behind she attached the bellyband and locked it into place. Oh honey you look so vulnerable like this she whispered in his ear as she pressed herself to his back. Mark tried to turn his head to see what Trisha was doing as he did Trisha picked up the lock picks from their hiding place and tossed them across the stage.

“ What the hell are you doing?” he bellowed. Struggling against his bonds, this is not part of the show he screamed. Trisha pressed herself to his back again and whispered into his ear that it was now part of her show. Her fingers crept around his sides from behind, lightly running her long painted nails over the thin fabric. “ I am going to make you pay for that little groupie DEAR,” Trisha whispered in his ear. “Ha” he said “I can take anything you can think of Trisha remember I can control my body unlike you”. He smiled believing in his skills as both a magician and as a mentalist. “We shall just see now won’t we” Trisha whispered in his ear as she teased his now erect nipples through the thin material with her fingernails.

Trisha traced around the edges of each nipple slowly with her fingernail pausing only to flick the tips from time to time. “Un comfy dear” she whispered in his ear “I can fix that,” she giggled. As she reached into her bag of tricks and produced a small pair of pointy scissors. She clicked them a few times in front of his eyes before sliding the points over his trapped chest. And then cut away the material covering both nipples exposing them to the air and her tickling fingernails. She loved how Mark tried to avoid any notice of the sensations sweeping through his body as she teased his pink nipple tips between her fingertips. Trisha knew she would have him squirming soon enough, it was going to be so much fun to break him. “Oh poor lonely nipples” she cooed in his ear “I will just have to do something about that now won’t I” she giggled.

Trisha stepped out from behind her victim and stood next to the frame, flexing her fingers for him to see. While he watched the painted nails move about Trisha lowered her head and nibbled on a nipple till Mark clenched his teeth and looked away. Trying desperately to concentrate on anything but the sensations flooding his mind. As Trisha sucked a nipple between her lips she ran her fingernails down the material along both of his trapped sides. Mark tried desperately to arch his back to avoid the tickling fingernails. Her finger nails tickled down lower and lower till they traced their was across his pinned hips and over the growing bulge in the front of his suit. The moment her fingernails touched his erection he gulped in a lung full of air and Trisha knew she had him as her fingernails slowly tickled the underside of his erection. It twitched to life under her fingernails as the silky material just added to the tickling sensations he was feeling.
Trisha drew her finger nails all along it’s length teasing it very hard then going back to tormenting his sensitive pink nipples with her finger tips and tongue. Within moments his resolve began to crack. Struggling desperately to escape the teasing he was enduring. Her fingertips tickled back up his sides one rib at a time tormenting him all the way. Until she reached behind him and released the lever that held him upright. With a snap the X frame swung down level with her waist. Now the fun could really begin Trisha thought to herself as she watched his bare feet twitch in mid air.

His eyes widened as he watched Trisha step around the X frame and position herself between his shackled ankles. They hung delightfully over the ends of the X frame. Trisha moved higher between the trapped thighs of her captive running her finger nails up and down his thighs teasing around each ball that was pressed against the thin fabric. She watched the beads of sweat form on his brow as he tired in vain to think of something anything to evade the tickling torments. His squirming under her touch just drove her to more tickling along his thighs. She reached over to the discarded scissors and opened the fabric around his belly button as her fingers tickled up and down his thighs. Trisha lowered her head so slip the tip of a warm tongue into her captive's helpless belly button. Soon she heard his giggles became moans of pleasure as Trisha used her breasts to tease up and down his erection

Feeling he was enjoying himself far too much Trisha withdrew her body from his and ran her fingernails down the thin material of his suit. His eyes widened as he watched her removed herself from him and the sweat on his brow told Trisha volumes. She knew she had him right where she wanted him and He would have to wait upon her pleasure now not his. His eyes widened as Trisha dug into her hag of tricks and picked up a vial of baby oil and an electric toothbrush. The other thing that came from the bad made his squirm even harder. It was a small vibrator about the size of a finger with a pointed tip.


As her fingers crept down his trapped thighs he watched Trisha's eyes and the wicked gleam in them. As the vibrator was turned on Trisha used it to explore the tender skin between each rib as her fingernails tickled down each thigh. With her teeth Trisha opened the vial of oil. And began to drip it along the ball of his trapped foot. The oil ran down the ball and across the trapped arch of one foot as her fingertips closed in. His giggles became screams of laughter that bounced off the walls of the theater as her finger toes and nails drew closer and closer to his trapped bare foot. Within moments his screams filled the room as Trisha’s fingernails glided over the tender skin of the arch of his foot. The Vibrator caressed each rib working ever so slowly down. His eyes widened as the tip of the vibrator slipped across his trapped thighs and slowly toward his erection that grew larger and tighter the closer it came. Soon his shrieks of laughter echoed across the stage. His pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as Trisha pressed home her attack.








As Mark felt he could not endure another moment Trisha stopped. A wicked gleam came into her eyes and an evil smile crept across her lovely face. This only made Mark even more nervous. With a quick move of her hands she lay the vibe down so it ran against the side of his erection as Trisha picked the scissors back up again. With a smooth stoke she cut away the thin material just above the tip of his erection. Within moments the cool air caressed his exposed penis tip.

Mark realized that the wicked grin was for something else Trisha had in store for him as he watched her hand slowly creep over to the bag of toys. Panic set in as he watched Trisha pull out a long hard goose feather, and ran it trough her finger tips with an evil smile on her face. With a quick turn of her slender hand Trisha began to tickle along the sensitive skin of the tip of his penis with the tip of the goose feather. As his hips tightened Mark strained to pull away Trisha spiraled the feather tip around the tip and her fingers crept into the arch of a bare foot. Soon the theater was full of screams of laughter and pleasure once more.

She spiraled the tip of the feather along its very tip as it grew and grew Mark was trying his best to fill his mind with something, anything other then the sensations that were flooding it. Trisha knew she was winning this test of wills, every stroke of the feather made him twitch and squirm more and his erection harder and harder. Soon moans of pleasure as well as giggles and screams of laughter came from him. The more Trisha teased and tickled the last grasp Mark had on his control until it evaporated in front of her very eyes.


With another stroke of the scissors Trisha opened his tight suit exposing all of his erection and balls. Tucking the tattered edges in she exposed the tops of his ticklish thighs as well. Positioning herself between his spread legs she ran the feather tip from his nipples to the edges of the newly exposed skin. Tickling, teasing all around him but yet not actually coming in contact with his erection. This drove her captive to a level of struggling. Trisha smiled as she watched him struggle in vain to place himself under the feather for some satisfaction. No she thought to herself not any time soon.

Trisha moved up a little bit so she could better reach his nipples with her fingertips as she did the silk of her dress brushed along the underside of his erection and He let out a gasp of air and tried to press himself to her. Trisha giggled and moved her breasts gently over his erection then pulled away. With one hand she tickled down his ribs as the other twirled the feather tip over one nipple then the other. Slowly her fingernails slid over the exposed skin just beside his erection and he tried in vain to rub himself on her. “ No, no, no naughty boy” Trisha teased “I will just have to punish you for that”. As her long painted fingernails first caressed his ball then proceeded to tickle them.

This tickle was having its desired effect as more and more of his screams bounced off the walls of the theater. It was now more than his brow that was glistening with sweat. With one last long stroke she brew her slik clad breasts down his erection and ran the tip of her warm tongue along the sensitive tip of his erection. As she backed away she ran her fingernails down his thighs in a zigzag motion all the way to his trapped ankles. Then running her fingernails across the top of each foot to the toes.

Once again picking up the vial of oil and the electric toothbrush Trisha moved to the soles of his wiggling feet. Slowly spreading the oil across his arches and under his clenched toes. As she turned on the toothbrush Mark once again made a vain attempt to pull himself free as the bristles came in contact with the ball of his right foot. Soon the vibrating bristles were moving in slow circles across the ball of the foot as Trisha’s finger nails ran across the ball of the other foot. Trisha knew that he could only stand a few moments of this so she intended to relax and enjoy herself. Slowly zig zagging her fingernails across his arch. She found that just holding her hand there was enough as he wiggled his foot to try and escape he was running the fingernails across is own arch. This was sort of poetic justice Trisha thought to herself he is actually tickling himself.

Trisha stroked the vibrating toothbrush along one arch then the other from heel to his wiggling toes. Holding back his toes with one hand Trisha swept the toothbrush along the tender skin just under them. Sending her captive into a fit of squeals and giggles. Then she repeated the process across the other foot. Then swept the brush across one arch then the other. When his squeals became shrieks Trisha stopped and moved up the X frame once again. This time, slipping the scissors into the seam under each arm one at a time. Opening the seams to expose his now slick underarms he was sweating for sure now Trisha giggled to herself. Trisha picked up the discarded feather and slowly ran the tip across one underarm then the other.

His renewed struggles just spurred Trisha on more and more. Alternating between the tip and the quill she teasing one underarm then the other keeping Mark off balance. Trisha pulled the sleeves of his suit up to his elbows on both arms. Then ran the feather tip and her fingernails down them ever so slowly. Soon her captive was reaching his limits and struggling less and less as exhaustion began to take hold. Now was the time that Trisha has waited for, pulling out a gift-wrapped package from her bag of tricks she set it on Marks chest. It was wrapped in paper with little feathers on it and a bright red bow. As Trisha opened it slowly Mark’s curiosity began to imagine all kinds of evil things that it might be Trisha had been waiting to try out this new toy since it had arrived. When she up wrapped it in front of his eyes a look of curiosity crept over Mark. It was a small device with 3 wide brass rings on it. Until Trisha began to slide her fingertips along his erection and balls he did not realize what it could be, then like a shock had been delivered to him he realized its purpose. As Trisha watched his eyes widen with horror she knew she had him and he knew it.




Trisha took her time teasing and plying along his balls and erection till he was more than just hard. As the cold brass was secured around each ball new wails and gasps came from Mark. As Trisha secured the last brass ring around the base of his erect penis she reached into her bag of tricks and set out a small box with an antenna attached. Trisha set it down on the table next to the X frame just tantizingly out of reach. Trisha stepped back to survey her handiwork as she turned the device on.


In an instant a small teasing vibrating sensation crept through Mark’s body as the devise tingled his balls and teased his erection even harder than it was before. Every time Trisha hit the switch it tingled and teased a little more till her victim was arching and struggling against his bonds. “ Don’t you just love this dear?” Trisha said sarcastically. It teases but will not let you cumm. The nasty part of it is I don’t even need to be here to torture you with it. Trisha bent down and whispered in Marks ear “I had this built to work off your own cell phone sweetie” Every time one of your little groupies call you or your other girl friends call you it will set this off and it will tease and tingle and tickle you without relief. “ With luck the janitor will find you here tomorrow morning and by them I will be long gone, then of course you will have to find a lock smith to remove this as Trisha’s long finger nails caressed his trapped balls and ran slowly up his erection.

Until you do get it removed every time your phone rings it will be a new tease you will have to either live with it or pray the battery runs down and I did give it a full charge this morning sweetie. With one last hit on the remote Trisha turned and made her exit taking a bow to the empty house and left her captive to wait on his next call.
 
That story was amazing. I can't wait to see what Trisha does to the groupie!
 
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