After a whole day spent tickling mercilessly all the followers the Priestess of Laughter headed back to her quarters to meet Carl. She had started the day with a long session with Jason stretched on the rack, Jenny sat on his arms making them totally immobile while cruelly tickling Jason's underarms driving him out of his mind with tortured, hysterical laughter. She raked his underarms relentlessly, spider tickled them mercilessly, scraped, scratched and scribbled right in the centers with her nails sending Jason to tickle hell. The weight of her body made it impossible for Jason to move his arms at all, leaving his underarms totally immobile, open and exposed to maddening tickling. Jenny kept a serious expression and look in her eyes the whole time. This follower needed to laugh and laugh and laugh, and she loved that his underarms were so incredibly ticklish.
Jenny then had, as usual, Rebecca strapped to the T cross where she was subjected to two hours of maddening underarm and rib tickling, the hollows of her underarms being so deep explored thoroughly by Jenny's nails. She tried swirling two make up brushes in them as well with excellent results as they made Rebecca howl with desperate, uncontrollable laughter. This was always the best tickling session for Jenny, as Rebecca's underarms were the most ticklish (after her own) of the congregation. Rebecca had joined the congregation about a year ago, and since then almost every day the Priestess of Laughter had found reasons for Rebecca to need extra long tickling sessions. She just loved tickling her, she loved to hear her laugh the way she did, loudly and hysterically, she loved to see her in total ticklish agony, pulling desperately at the restraints before exploding again with continuous fits of wild laughter.
The Priestess of Laughter had then a quite long session with Karen, the goth ex Domme, tickling her extremely large and ticklish breasts. She thought it was really amazing how ticklish this woman's breasts were, she had her strapped securely to the X cross and feathered her breasts mercilessly. She spider tickled them too, sending Karen into fits of high pitched, hysterical laughter. Jenny found out that swirling make up brushes all over Karen's nipples and large areolas proved to be very effective as well, as that made the follower explode with loud, tortured laughter. Jenny also enjoyed digging with her nails into Karen's underarms which made her laugh like a mad woman.
Jenny then took care of Greta, a 23 years old follower who had been caught smoking. Greta has curly blonde hair, blue eyes, very thin body, with a very flat tummy that is her most ticklish spot. The Priestess of Laughter had Greta stretched naked on the rack very tightly, so that her tummy was even more flat. She then spent about an hour dancing her nails relentlessly all over Greta's tummy, with very light and gentle tickles that drove her completely out of her mind. Greta could absolutely not stand to have her tummy touched, let alone tickled in such a merciless way. She kept the whole hour laughing like possessed by the devil, pulling desperately at the restraints, snorting, screaming, begging, her face a mask of laughter, all red, with tears streaming her cheeks. Jenny thought that this was working very well, and she was pleased with the results the soft and gentle tickles her nails were getting on Greta's extremely ticklish tummy.
After tickling all other followers she went to see Carl. Carl took Jenny to her Dungeon and strapped her to the T cross, as usual with 5 restraints for each arm totally pinning them to the cross, and her legs strapped to the sit of the cross. Jenny was wearing just a G string. Her beautiful, very large breasts hanging freely, and slightly thrusted upwards as her arms were tied sideways. She was expecting Carl to start tickling her underarms, but instead he started talking to her. Carl told Jenny that it might happen that sometimes he could not be able to take care of her purification, because he had to leave the congregation to attend some important business, so he thought to find a replacement among the other followers for those times he was not there, and that tonight he wanted to see how good the person he had thought of replacing him was in administering the purification to Jenny. He had told the chosen follower never to mention the existence of this other dungeon, and the fact that the Priestess of Laughter also had purification sessions, to the other followers. Jenny didn't expect this at all, and didn't really like the idea of a follower tickling her. She asked who was the chosen follower for the task right at the same time she heard someone knocking on the dungeon door. Carl went to open the door. In came a woman wearing red boots and a black hooded red cloak. Jenny could not see her face, the woman walked towards Jenny's bound body. As she was just a few feet from her she dropped the cloak to the floor, and Jenny could see a very serious Rebecca wearing just a G string and boots looking at her with a very deep, serious look in her eyes. Jenny could not believe this was happening, of all the followers Rebecca was the one she the least wanted to replace Carl when he was away. She had been tickle torturing Rebecca for a year and now she feared Rebecca was not going to be easy on her. Carl then spoke and said Rebecca has been chosen as she was the senior follower having been in the congregation for the longest time. Carl also chose her because he knew that Jenny had been tickling Rebecca often more than needed so that Rebecca would have tickled Jenny with much more passion and dedication than any other follower. Besides both Jenny's and Rebecca's worst spot was the underarms, so this was going to work very well. He then went to sit on a couch that was in the dungeon and told Rebecca to proceed informing her to concentrate her efforts on Jenny's underarms, and showing her two make up brushes that were on a table near the T cross.
Rebecca could not believe this was happening either. In front of her she had the Priestess of Laughter securely strapped to the T cross wearing just a G string, the one who had been tickle torturing her relentlessly and mercilessly for a year, and now she was ordered by the Lord of the Castle to tickle her. The seriousness in Rebecca eyes told Jenny that she was in trouble. As Jenny tried to talk to Carl saying that this was not necessary, that he could always catch up with longer sessions when he had to be away, without saying a word Rebecca sat on Jenny's legs and started gently and lightly scribbling with her nails right in the center of Jenny's underarms. That made Jenny first scream like she had been electrocuted and then explode with the loudest and most hysterical laughter both Rebecca and Carl had ever heard. As Rebecca kept scraping and scratching gently with her nails Jenny's underarms all over, with her hands nested in the deep hollows, Jenny realized that this was way worse than the tickling Carl used to administer to her. Rebecca nails were totally unbearable, much worse than Carl's fingertips. Rebecca was totally relentless and merciless, her nails nonstop tickling Jenny's underarms, sometimes with just the index fingers curled in a hook and gently scraping the centers, sometimes all nails lightly on the centers, sometimes spider tickling Jenny's hollows all over. All that kept Jenny's in a state of constant laughter, hysterical, loud, tortured laughter, pulling with all her strength at the restraints then shaking her head violently then throwing it back and explode with renewed fits of continuous maddening laughter. Rebecca was tickling Jenny with wild abandon, like in a trance, her face very serious with a cold, deep look in her eyes, she was amazed at how ticklish Jenny's underarms were, she could not believe they were even more ticklish than her own, she was fascinated by the intensity of Jenny's laughter. She could not help but just love this, after a year of cruel tickling now Jenny had to laugh and laugh and laugh. And laugh Jenny did, for two hours Rebecca kept tickling her underarms like crazy, when she used the make up brushes Jenny screamed and laughed like a mad woman, when she used her nails again Jenny erupted with wild laughter like she was possessed by the devil. Carl was totally impressed by it he knew then he had made a very good choice by choosing Rebecca. When after two hours Carl said he was going to sleep Rebecca asked him to change Jenny's bondage position stretching her on the rack. After Jenny was stretched very tightly on the rack Carl went to bed knowing Jenny was in very good hands. As Carl left, Rebecca sat on Jenny's arms further and totally pinning them to the rack so that she could not move them at all leaving her underarms so very open and vulnerable. Rebecca started then raking Jenny's underarms up and down relentlessly which caused the Priestess of Laughter to explode with crazed laughter. Rebecca nails were totally devastating especially when she was spider tickling Jenny's underarms which made her howl with hysterical laughter, snort, scream, and then dissolving again in a series of tortured, loud, desperate laughter. By the time Rebecca was done Jenny was a total mess, she had never been tickled so intensely before, her face was all red and streamed by tears of laughter. As Carl had instructed her, Rebecca untied Jenny and left. Jenny needed several minutes to catch her breath.
The following morning Jenny got up early and had two followers take Rebecca to the Dungeon and strap her to the T cross. She told the other followers that she would not see them for the day as she was scheduled to spend the whole day in the dungeon with Rebecca who needed very special attention......
Jenny then had, as usual, Rebecca strapped to the T cross where she was subjected to two hours of maddening underarm and rib tickling, the hollows of her underarms being so deep explored thoroughly by Jenny's nails. She tried swirling two make up brushes in them as well with excellent results as they made Rebecca howl with desperate, uncontrollable laughter. This was always the best tickling session for Jenny, as Rebecca's underarms were the most ticklish (after her own) of the congregation. Rebecca had joined the congregation about a year ago, and since then almost every day the Priestess of Laughter had found reasons for Rebecca to need extra long tickling sessions. She just loved tickling her, she loved to hear her laugh the way she did, loudly and hysterically, she loved to see her in total ticklish agony, pulling desperately at the restraints before exploding again with continuous fits of wild laughter.
The Priestess of Laughter had then a quite long session with Karen, the goth ex Domme, tickling her extremely large and ticklish breasts. She thought it was really amazing how ticklish this woman's breasts were, she had her strapped securely to the X cross and feathered her breasts mercilessly. She spider tickled them too, sending Karen into fits of high pitched, hysterical laughter. Jenny found out that swirling make up brushes all over Karen's nipples and large areolas proved to be very effective as well, as that made the follower explode with loud, tortured laughter. Jenny also enjoyed digging with her nails into Karen's underarms which made her laugh like a mad woman.
Jenny then took care of Greta, a 23 years old follower who had been caught smoking. Greta has curly blonde hair, blue eyes, very thin body, with a very flat tummy that is her most ticklish spot. The Priestess of Laughter had Greta stretched naked on the rack very tightly, so that her tummy was even more flat. She then spent about an hour dancing her nails relentlessly all over Greta's tummy, with very light and gentle tickles that drove her completely out of her mind. Greta could absolutely not stand to have her tummy touched, let alone tickled in such a merciless way. She kept the whole hour laughing like possessed by the devil, pulling desperately at the restraints, snorting, screaming, begging, her face a mask of laughter, all red, with tears streaming her cheeks. Jenny thought that this was working very well, and she was pleased with the results the soft and gentle tickles her nails were getting on Greta's extremely ticklish tummy.
After tickling all other followers she went to see Carl. Carl took Jenny to her Dungeon and strapped her to the T cross, as usual with 5 restraints for each arm totally pinning them to the cross, and her legs strapped to the sit of the cross. Jenny was wearing just a G string. Her beautiful, very large breasts hanging freely, and slightly thrusted upwards as her arms were tied sideways. She was expecting Carl to start tickling her underarms, but instead he started talking to her. Carl told Jenny that it might happen that sometimes he could not be able to take care of her purification, because he had to leave the congregation to attend some important business, so he thought to find a replacement among the other followers for those times he was not there, and that tonight he wanted to see how good the person he had thought of replacing him was in administering the purification to Jenny. He had told the chosen follower never to mention the existence of this other dungeon, and the fact that the Priestess of Laughter also had purification sessions, to the other followers. Jenny didn't expect this at all, and didn't really like the idea of a follower tickling her. She asked who was the chosen follower for the task right at the same time she heard someone knocking on the dungeon door. Carl went to open the door. In came a woman wearing red boots and a black hooded red cloak. Jenny could not see her face, the woman walked towards Jenny's bound body. As she was just a few feet from her she dropped the cloak to the floor, and Jenny could see a very serious Rebecca wearing just a G string and boots looking at her with a very deep, serious look in her eyes. Jenny could not believe this was happening, of all the followers Rebecca was the one she the least wanted to replace Carl when he was away. She had been tickle torturing Rebecca for a year and now she feared Rebecca was not going to be easy on her. Carl then spoke and said Rebecca has been chosen as she was the senior follower having been in the congregation for the longest time. Carl also chose her because he knew that Jenny had been tickling Rebecca often more than needed so that Rebecca would have tickled Jenny with much more passion and dedication than any other follower. Besides both Jenny's and Rebecca's worst spot was the underarms, so this was going to work very well. He then went to sit on a couch that was in the dungeon and told Rebecca to proceed informing her to concentrate her efforts on Jenny's underarms, and showing her two make up brushes that were on a table near the T cross.
Rebecca could not believe this was happening either. In front of her she had the Priestess of Laughter securely strapped to the T cross wearing just a G string, the one who had been tickle torturing her relentlessly and mercilessly for a year, and now she was ordered by the Lord of the Castle to tickle her. The seriousness in Rebecca eyes told Jenny that she was in trouble. As Jenny tried to talk to Carl saying that this was not necessary, that he could always catch up with longer sessions when he had to be away, without saying a word Rebecca sat on Jenny's legs and started gently and lightly scribbling with her nails right in the center of Jenny's underarms. That made Jenny first scream like she had been electrocuted and then explode with the loudest and most hysterical laughter both Rebecca and Carl had ever heard. As Rebecca kept scraping and scratching gently with her nails Jenny's underarms all over, with her hands nested in the deep hollows, Jenny realized that this was way worse than the tickling Carl used to administer to her. Rebecca nails were totally unbearable, much worse than Carl's fingertips. Rebecca was totally relentless and merciless, her nails nonstop tickling Jenny's underarms, sometimes with just the index fingers curled in a hook and gently scraping the centers, sometimes all nails lightly on the centers, sometimes spider tickling Jenny's hollows all over. All that kept Jenny's in a state of constant laughter, hysterical, loud, tortured laughter, pulling with all her strength at the restraints then shaking her head violently then throwing it back and explode with renewed fits of continuous maddening laughter. Rebecca was tickling Jenny with wild abandon, like in a trance, her face very serious with a cold, deep look in her eyes, she was amazed at how ticklish Jenny's underarms were, she could not believe they were even more ticklish than her own, she was fascinated by the intensity of Jenny's laughter. She could not help but just love this, after a year of cruel tickling now Jenny had to laugh and laugh and laugh. And laugh Jenny did, for two hours Rebecca kept tickling her underarms like crazy, when she used the make up brushes Jenny screamed and laughed like a mad woman, when she used her nails again Jenny erupted with wild laughter like she was possessed by the devil. Carl was totally impressed by it he knew then he had made a very good choice by choosing Rebecca. When after two hours Carl said he was going to sleep Rebecca asked him to change Jenny's bondage position stretching her on the rack. After Jenny was stretched very tightly on the rack Carl went to bed knowing Jenny was in very good hands. As Carl left, Rebecca sat on Jenny's arms further and totally pinning them to the rack so that she could not move them at all leaving her underarms so very open and vulnerable. Rebecca started then raking Jenny's underarms up and down relentlessly which caused the Priestess of Laughter to explode with crazed laughter. Rebecca nails were totally devastating especially when she was spider tickling Jenny's underarms which made her howl with hysterical laughter, snort, scream, and then dissolving again in a series of tortured, loud, desperate laughter. By the time Rebecca was done Jenny was a total mess, she had never been tickled so intensely before, her face was all red and streamed by tears of laughter. As Carl had instructed her, Rebecca untied Jenny and left. Jenny needed several minutes to catch her breath.
The following morning Jenny got up early and had two followers take Rebecca to the Dungeon and strap her to the T cross. She told the other followers that she would not see them for the day as she was scheduled to spend the whole day in the dungeon with Rebecca who needed very special attention......
