The Priestess of Laughter was waking up slowly, the first image that came to her mind was of how the day before ended, when she was stretched tight to the rack with the Lord of the castle tickling her underarms with no mercy as she was laughing and screaming as possessed by the devil. When she is stretched like that, and she can't move her arms at all, she gets into continuous fits of wild laughter and in deep hysterics, and all it takes is just the gentle, light, nonstop stroking of her underarms, especially right in the center of them, administered by Carl with his wiggling fingers. She thought she must have the most ticklish underarms on earth, and Cark knows that very well. She was tickled like that for about an hour. Earlier she had been strapped to the X cross and tickled relentlessly on her very large, dangling, bare breasts with long, large, very soft and fluffly feathers. Carl kept stroking her breasts slowly up and down with two such feathers, that he held one in each hand, driving Jenny wild with laughing. She was strapped so securely with restraints at her wrists, ankles, and above and below her knees and elbows, that she had no room for any movement which left her breasts to dangle still to be tickled relentlessly. Her face was all red, tears were running down her cheeks and she was laughing hysterically at the top of her lungs, sometimes snorting, sometimes letting a high pitched scream before dissolving again in a cascade of uncontrollable loud laughter, all this was happening almost as bad as when she was tickled under her arms, which made her have the same reactions but even stronger ones. Since Carl had found out how ticklish Jenny's breasts were, tickling them had become a routine that happened evey night for at least an hour.
The second image that came to Jenny's mind was her daily schedule as the Priestess of Laughter, being tickled so intensely and mercilessly at night made her want to tickle the followers with even more energy and passion all day long. She smiled as she remembered that one of the follower needed extra attention this morning, as she been caught reading forbidden books by the congregation. Her name is Karen, she is a 35 years old goth who recently joined the congregation but was still bothered by her past life as a goth Domme. Karen has jet black hair, deep green eyes, very pale skin, and a thin body that is strongly in contrast with her extremely large breasts that happen to be her worst ticklish spot as well. She is quite tall at 5'10. Jenny asked Carl if she could take the feathers he had used on her the previous night. Carl said it was ok as long as she would bring them back in the evening. Jenny thanked Carl, put on her hooded black cloak and her leather boots, took the feathers and walked towards the wing of the castle where the followers reside.
As Karen arrived there she instructed two other followers to take Karen to the Dungeon and strap her securely (like she herself was the night before) to the X cross. All Karen was to wear was just her panties. Jenny was then served breakfast and bathed. She then put her cloak and boots back on and started descending to the Dungeon. She entered the Dungeon of Laughter, closed the door and walked towards Karen. Jenny could not help but admire the stunning proportions of Karen's breasts, they were probably just as large as Jenny's, but of a pendulous shape with very pale pink, large areolas and nipples. Jenny dropped her cloak to the floor so that Karen also could admire the dimensions of Jenny's breasts. Jenny was holding the feathers in her hands and told Karen that reading books about BDSM was a serious offense that required a serious purification treatment program that would last several weeks and consisted of at least 2 hours a day of continuous laughing. Karen was very intimated by the seriousness of Jenny's talk and face, and started to say that she was sorry, that she would never read those books again, that this was not necessary. Jenny got upset and said she knew what was necessary and that it was not up to Karen to say it. As Karen tried to reply Jenny started stroking her dangling breasts with the feathers. Karen was strapped totally immobile, she could not move at all, her very large breasts were dangling totally motionless and totally defenseless against the feathers that were stroking them slowly and gently up and down. Karen's face, that normally had the typical goth seriousness and sadness, started to change expression. She looked up trying to shut off the feeling of her breasts being stroked by the feathers then she tried to pull with all her strength to the restraints that were holding her body so immobile. When she realized that all that was useless and the feathers kept stroking her breasts, she looked up again, the expression of her face first turned into a smile, then suddenly, as the feathers kept stroking, she exploded in one of the loudest and most desperate laughter that Jenny had ever heard. Jenny's eyes were sparkling, she was amazed of how ticklish Karen's breasts were, much more than her own. As Jenny kept feathering relentlessly in a slow, nonstop, up and down motion the misbehaving follower's massive breasts, she could hear Karen scream with desperate laughter, shaking her head violently before dropping it behind her and exploding with renewed fits of hysterical laughter. As Jenny kept stroking Karen's impressive breasts relentlessly, slowly and nonstop, she thought it was amazing to see this woman, who used to be a strict and cruel Domme with her goth look, reduced now to a mess of laughter, her face contorted in a heavy laughing expression, mouth open wide trying to laugh as much as possible. Karen kept alternating laughing like a mad woman possessed by the devil to snorting, screaming and begging while pulling desperately at the restraints, her breasts slightly jiggling even if she was strapped immobile, so hard she was struggling against the bondage she was in. But Jenny showed absolutely no mercy, this woman needed serious purification. Jenny thought it was for the Karen's sake, even though she enjoyed very much tickling an older woman like that and couldn't hide a grin here and then. Jenny then suddenly dropped the feathers and started spider tickling Karen's breasts all over with her nails. That proved to be totally unbearable to Karen who exploded in a series of high pitched fits of crazed laughter, laughing like a mad woman who was possessed by the devil. Jenny's nails spider tickling the undersides of Karen's breasts proved to be the most effective, eliciting the most desperate laughter from her. After about an hour of merciless breast tickling Jenny suddenly dug with her fingers in Karen's underarms. She knew that Karen's underarms if tickled while digging deep with her wiggling fingers were excruciatingly ticklish. Karen's eyes got very wide, she screamed nooooooooooo and then erupted with a continuous fits of loud, uncontrollable laughter. Karen couldn't stand having her underarms tickled that way, it was true torture to her, she was in total ticklish agony, eyes shut, tears streaming down her cheeks. After just a few minutes she totally gave up fighting it, threw her head back and just hung there laughing hopelessly and helplessly, a desperate, tortured laughter pouring uninterrupted out of her mouth. Jenny just kept digging relentlessly with her wiggling fingers deep into Karen's underarms, now the Priestess of Laughter had a very serious expression on her face, given the seriousness of the situation the follower was in. This was working so effectively, it was so good for Karen. After about an hour of merciless tickling and desperate, hysterical laughter Jenny stopped. Karen was a mess, her long jet black hair all messed up because of the violent shaking of her head, her pale face had become all red with tears streaming her cheeks, she was totally breathless, she could not even utter a word as she heard the Priestess of Laughter say that it was enough for today and that she was scheduled tomorrow for 2 hours in the dungeon. Jenny put the cloak back on and left.
Next was Jason, a 28 year old follower who had been caught smoking which was a very serious offense, a totally unpure act, that needed to be dealt with extreme strictness. Jenny ordered two other followers to take Jason to the dungeon and strap him to the T cross. As Jason was being taken down the stairs to the dungeon, a limping, totally exhausted Karen was being helped walking the stairs back up. As soon as Jenny was informed that Jason had been strapped in the dungeon, Jenny started walking the stairs down towards it. The Priestess of Laughter entered the dungeon, closed the door and approached Jason, naked bound body. He was sitting on a sort of a chair with his legs strapped to the legs of the chair, and his arms strapped sideways along the T cross (one of those T crosses where you sit and your arms are strapped sideways on the cross bar of the T). His legs had two straps above his knees and two below them, plus his ankles were locked into leather cuffs at the bottom of the chair. His arms had five straps each, at his wrists, and two each before and after his elbows. His arms were totally immobile, as Jenny had ordered. She knew that Jason's worst ticklish spot is the underarms. Normally his arms were not restrained so tightly and securely, but seen the seriousness of the offense he had committed, Jenny wanted to get the best results from the purification session he was to endure as she knew that the less he would be able to move the more he would laugh.
Jenny stood at about three feet from Jason, dropped her cloak to the floor and looked into Jason eyes deeply. Jason was intimidated by the look in Jenny's deep blue eyes, but also amazed by the sight of her body with her extremely large breasts hanging freely, her round full bottom (Jenny was wearing just a G string), her flat tummy all in a pale, very white skin, and with her long blonde hair cascading on her back. Jenny told Jason that smoking was a very serious offense that required an intensive purification treatment that would consist of long, daily tickling sessions in very secure and tight bondage. Jason apologized for his bad behaviour, and promised that he would never smoke again. Jenny was totally deaf to his words, instead she sat on Jason legs facing him and started lightly and gently stroking Jason's underarms right in the center with her nails. Even if feeling Jenny's full, soft bottom sitting on his legs was very exciting, it took Jason a split second to explode with full throated, loud, tortured laughter. Jenny kept stroking his underarms lightly and gently as she knew that was the way it tickled the most. She had wondered many times before how would Jason react if his underarms were tickled this way, with him totally unable to move the arms. Jenny soon realized that the result was better than she had hoped, as Jason was going totally insane with uncontrollable, loud, hysterical laughter. She thought Jason's underarms were as ticklish, or close to, as her own. Jenny knew what Jason was going through, and while tickling his underarms, images of Carl tickling her own underarms came to her mind. That only made her want to tickle Jason's underarms even more, as she started to wiggle all her nails a little faster all over his underarms which produced even more intense reactions from Jason who was now howling with desperate laughter. Having the arms tied sideways made Jason's underarm hollows deeper and even more ticklish than usual, which was what Jenny had thought to try. Jason was in pure tickle hell, bucking and struggling like a wild horse, which, for what the restrained allowed, made Jenny's body slightly jump and her massive breasts slightly jiggle and sometimes lightly touch Jason's chest. Jenny didn't seem to realize that as she kept tickling Jason's underarms relentlessly, showing absolutely no mercy. The more she tickled him, the more he bucked and the more her breasts rubbed against his chest, even if very lightly. At one point she started spider tickling Jason's underarms, her fingers all inserted in the hollows, methodically scraping and scratching lightly an gently all over his underarms, this made Jason a let an inhuman scream followed by continuous eruptions of maddening, heavy laughter, screams and snorting, shaking his head violently before throwing it back and exploding with even harder, desperate laughter. Jenny thought this was working wonderfully and kept tickling Jason's underarms like that for a long time showing no mercy at all. It was so intense to see a man about her age in such ticklish agony that she couldn't help but smile sometimes abandoning for a few seconds at a time only the serious look on her face that she had been having while tickling him. She then kept tickling Jason's underarms with wild abandon like in a trance making him laugh so hard like he had never laughed before, she lost track of time, it went on for hours. Finally she stopped. She stood up, put back her cloak on and just said I will see you tomorrow. Jason was totally breathless, exhausted, tears streaming his cheeks.
The day went on with a long session with Tony, then one with Rebecca, and one with Kirsten, a 29 years old follower with extremely ticklish feet that were locked in a set of stocks in the Dungeon and tickled by Jenny relentlessly. She then tickled the other followers as usual and at the end of the day went back to her quarters to meet Carl.
Carl was waiting for her, he had enjoyed watching Jenny tickling the followers through the cameras that were put in the Dungeon of Laughter. He had particularly enjoyed watching her tickle Jason's underarms that way, with his arms strapped so securely to the T cross. Carl took Jenny to the her dungeon and told her to go sit on the T cross. Her arms were strapped the same way Jasons' had been earlier. Carl tickled her underarms for two hours. Jenny never laughed so hard before. This worked just as good with her as it had worked for Jason. Her underarms were so deep hollowed in that position that it tickled even more than normally. At one point Carl inserted two make up brushes in Jenny's deep hollows and started swirling them slowly, that made Jenny let a wild, high pitched scream followed by a continuous explosion of hysterical, maddening laughter. Carl thought that if she had not been restrained she would have hit the ceiling so much she was struggling and desperately pulling at the 10 straps that were holding her arms immobile. After he was done tickling her underarms he could not refrain from feathering for about an hour Jenny's breasts that had been shaking and jiggling remarkably as she was struggling and bucking while her underarms got tickled in such an intense manner.
The second image that came to Jenny's mind was her daily schedule as the Priestess of Laughter, being tickled so intensely and mercilessly at night made her want to tickle the followers with even more energy and passion all day long. She smiled as she remembered that one of the follower needed extra attention this morning, as she been caught reading forbidden books by the congregation. Her name is Karen, she is a 35 years old goth who recently joined the congregation but was still bothered by her past life as a goth Domme. Karen has jet black hair, deep green eyes, very pale skin, and a thin body that is strongly in contrast with her extremely large breasts that happen to be her worst ticklish spot as well. She is quite tall at 5'10. Jenny asked Carl if she could take the feathers he had used on her the previous night. Carl said it was ok as long as she would bring them back in the evening. Jenny thanked Carl, put on her hooded black cloak and her leather boots, took the feathers and walked towards the wing of the castle where the followers reside.
As Karen arrived there she instructed two other followers to take Karen to the Dungeon and strap her securely (like she herself was the night before) to the X cross. All Karen was to wear was just her panties. Jenny was then served breakfast and bathed. She then put her cloak and boots back on and started descending to the Dungeon. She entered the Dungeon of Laughter, closed the door and walked towards Karen. Jenny could not help but admire the stunning proportions of Karen's breasts, they were probably just as large as Jenny's, but of a pendulous shape with very pale pink, large areolas and nipples. Jenny dropped her cloak to the floor so that Karen also could admire the dimensions of Jenny's breasts. Jenny was holding the feathers in her hands and told Karen that reading books about BDSM was a serious offense that required a serious purification treatment program that would last several weeks and consisted of at least 2 hours a day of continuous laughing. Karen was very intimated by the seriousness of Jenny's talk and face, and started to say that she was sorry, that she would never read those books again, that this was not necessary. Jenny got upset and said she knew what was necessary and that it was not up to Karen to say it. As Karen tried to reply Jenny started stroking her dangling breasts with the feathers. Karen was strapped totally immobile, she could not move at all, her very large breasts were dangling totally motionless and totally defenseless against the feathers that were stroking them slowly and gently up and down. Karen's face, that normally had the typical goth seriousness and sadness, started to change expression. She looked up trying to shut off the feeling of her breasts being stroked by the feathers then she tried to pull with all her strength to the restraints that were holding her body so immobile. When she realized that all that was useless and the feathers kept stroking her breasts, she looked up again, the expression of her face first turned into a smile, then suddenly, as the feathers kept stroking, she exploded in one of the loudest and most desperate laughter that Jenny had ever heard. Jenny's eyes were sparkling, she was amazed of how ticklish Karen's breasts were, much more than her own. As Jenny kept feathering relentlessly in a slow, nonstop, up and down motion the misbehaving follower's massive breasts, she could hear Karen scream with desperate laughter, shaking her head violently before dropping it behind her and exploding with renewed fits of hysterical laughter. As Jenny kept stroking Karen's impressive breasts relentlessly, slowly and nonstop, she thought it was amazing to see this woman, who used to be a strict and cruel Domme with her goth look, reduced now to a mess of laughter, her face contorted in a heavy laughing expression, mouth open wide trying to laugh as much as possible. Karen kept alternating laughing like a mad woman possessed by the devil to snorting, screaming and begging while pulling desperately at the restraints, her breasts slightly jiggling even if she was strapped immobile, so hard she was struggling against the bondage she was in. But Jenny showed absolutely no mercy, this woman needed serious purification. Jenny thought it was for the Karen's sake, even though she enjoyed very much tickling an older woman like that and couldn't hide a grin here and then. Jenny then suddenly dropped the feathers and started spider tickling Karen's breasts all over with her nails. That proved to be totally unbearable to Karen who exploded in a series of high pitched fits of crazed laughter, laughing like a mad woman who was possessed by the devil. Jenny's nails spider tickling the undersides of Karen's breasts proved to be the most effective, eliciting the most desperate laughter from her. After about an hour of merciless breast tickling Jenny suddenly dug with her fingers in Karen's underarms. She knew that Karen's underarms if tickled while digging deep with her wiggling fingers were excruciatingly ticklish. Karen's eyes got very wide, she screamed nooooooooooo and then erupted with a continuous fits of loud, uncontrollable laughter. Karen couldn't stand having her underarms tickled that way, it was true torture to her, she was in total ticklish agony, eyes shut, tears streaming down her cheeks. After just a few minutes she totally gave up fighting it, threw her head back and just hung there laughing hopelessly and helplessly, a desperate, tortured laughter pouring uninterrupted out of her mouth. Jenny just kept digging relentlessly with her wiggling fingers deep into Karen's underarms, now the Priestess of Laughter had a very serious expression on her face, given the seriousness of the situation the follower was in. This was working so effectively, it was so good for Karen. After about an hour of merciless tickling and desperate, hysterical laughter Jenny stopped. Karen was a mess, her long jet black hair all messed up because of the violent shaking of her head, her pale face had become all red with tears streaming her cheeks, she was totally breathless, she could not even utter a word as she heard the Priestess of Laughter say that it was enough for today and that she was scheduled tomorrow for 2 hours in the dungeon. Jenny put the cloak back on and left.
Next was Jason, a 28 year old follower who had been caught smoking which was a very serious offense, a totally unpure act, that needed to be dealt with extreme strictness. Jenny ordered two other followers to take Jason to the dungeon and strap him to the T cross. As Jason was being taken down the stairs to the dungeon, a limping, totally exhausted Karen was being helped walking the stairs back up. As soon as Jenny was informed that Jason had been strapped in the dungeon, Jenny started walking the stairs down towards it. The Priestess of Laughter entered the dungeon, closed the door and approached Jason, naked bound body. He was sitting on a sort of a chair with his legs strapped to the legs of the chair, and his arms strapped sideways along the T cross (one of those T crosses where you sit and your arms are strapped sideways on the cross bar of the T). His legs had two straps above his knees and two below them, plus his ankles were locked into leather cuffs at the bottom of the chair. His arms had five straps each, at his wrists, and two each before and after his elbows. His arms were totally immobile, as Jenny had ordered. She knew that Jason's worst ticklish spot is the underarms. Normally his arms were not restrained so tightly and securely, but seen the seriousness of the offense he had committed, Jenny wanted to get the best results from the purification session he was to endure as she knew that the less he would be able to move the more he would laugh.
Jenny stood at about three feet from Jason, dropped her cloak to the floor and looked into Jason eyes deeply. Jason was intimidated by the look in Jenny's deep blue eyes, but also amazed by the sight of her body with her extremely large breasts hanging freely, her round full bottom (Jenny was wearing just a G string), her flat tummy all in a pale, very white skin, and with her long blonde hair cascading on her back. Jenny told Jason that smoking was a very serious offense that required an intensive purification treatment that would consist of long, daily tickling sessions in very secure and tight bondage. Jason apologized for his bad behaviour, and promised that he would never smoke again. Jenny was totally deaf to his words, instead she sat on Jason legs facing him and started lightly and gently stroking Jason's underarms right in the center with her nails. Even if feeling Jenny's full, soft bottom sitting on his legs was very exciting, it took Jason a split second to explode with full throated, loud, tortured laughter. Jenny kept stroking his underarms lightly and gently as she knew that was the way it tickled the most. She had wondered many times before how would Jason react if his underarms were tickled this way, with him totally unable to move the arms. Jenny soon realized that the result was better than she had hoped, as Jason was going totally insane with uncontrollable, loud, hysterical laughter. She thought Jason's underarms were as ticklish, or close to, as her own. Jenny knew what Jason was going through, and while tickling his underarms, images of Carl tickling her own underarms came to her mind. That only made her want to tickle Jason's underarms even more, as she started to wiggle all her nails a little faster all over his underarms which produced even more intense reactions from Jason who was now howling with desperate laughter. Having the arms tied sideways made Jason's underarm hollows deeper and even more ticklish than usual, which was what Jenny had thought to try. Jason was in pure tickle hell, bucking and struggling like a wild horse, which, for what the restrained allowed, made Jenny's body slightly jump and her massive breasts slightly jiggle and sometimes lightly touch Jason's chest. Jenny didn't seem to realize that as she kept tickling Jason's underarms relentlessly, showing absolutely no mercy. The more she tickled him, the more he bucked and the more her breasts rubbed against his chest, even if very lightly. At one point she started spider tickling Jason's underarms, her fingers all inserted in the hollows, methodically scraping and scratching lightly an gently all over his underarms, this made Jason a let an inhuman scream followed by continuous eruptions of maddening, heavy laughter, screams and snorting, shaking his head violently before throwing it back and exploding with even harder, desperate laughter. Jenny thought this was working wonderfully and kept tickling Jason's underarms like that for a long time showing no mercy at all. It was so intense to see a man about her age in such ticklish agony that she couldn't help but smile sometimes abandoning for a few seconds at a time only the serious look on her face that she had been having while tickling him. She then kept tickling Jason's underarms with wild abandon like in a trance making him laugh so hard like he had never laughed before, she lost track of time, it went on for hours. Finally she stopped. She stood up, put back her cloak on and just said I will see you tomorrow. Jason was totally breathless, exhausted, tears streaming his cheeks.
The day went on with a long session with Tony, then one with Rebecca, and one with Kirsten, a 29 years old follower with extremely ticklish feet that were locked in a set of stocks in the Dungeon and tickled by Jenny relentlessly. She then tickled the other followers as usual and at the end of the day went back to her quarters to meet Carl.
Carl was waiting for her, he had enjoyed watching Jenny tickling the followers through the cameras that were put in the Dungeon of Laughter. He had particularly enjoyed watching her tickle Jason's underarms that way, with his arms strapped so securely to the T cross. Carl took Jenny to the her dungeon and told her to go sit on the T cross. Her arms were strapped the same way Jasons' had been earlier. Carl tickled her underarms for two hours. Jenny never laughed so hard before. This worked just as good with her as it had worked for Jason. Her underarms were so deep hollowed in that position that it tickled even more than normally. At one point Carl inserted two make up brushes in Jenny's deep hollows and started swirling them slowly, that made Jenny let a wild, high pitched scream followed by a continuous explosion of hysterical, maddening laughter. Carl thought that if she had not been restrained she would have hit the ceiling so much she was struggling and desperately pulling at the 10 straps that were holding her arms immobile. After he was done tickling her underarms he could not refrain from feathering for about an hour Jenny's breasts that had been shaking and jiggling remarkably as she was struggling and bucking while her underarms got tickled in such an intense manner.
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