fishman
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This story is part of a series I have written. Although these stories have many torments, tickling is definitely used as a form of torture. Enjoy!
“So he has twenty five thousand in savings, and five thousand in CD’s?,” Leslie asked her bitterly divorced client. “And he owes you fifteen thousand in alimony and child support? That should not be a problem”. The client replied “are you sure you can do this Ms. Lash?” Leslie replied “Oh yes. I have just the thing. Once I find out their weaknesses, turn-ons, and they agree to my “free massage”, I will have him ready to saw off his own leg to make me stop. I think you’ve given me all the information I need about Jim. I told him my name is “Ariel”. He will be at the Hilton at 9AM. I have my usual room booked far away from any other guest. Just leave everything to me.” The woman replied “I hope you give that asshole what he has coming to him. Not only did he fuck around on me with his receptionist, but now he is affecting our children. Punch him in the crotch for me”. Leslie replied, “Oh no, we cannot leave any marks. That can get us into trouble. Don’t worry. I have a technique that no circumcised man on Earth can handle. He will break, and you will have your money. You are in good hand my dear, he will be in the hands from hell. I will call you when I am ready for you to come there.” She did have an extremely high success rate of getting her clients the justice that they deserve, and her techniques have created quite a waiting list. She hung up the phone and prepared to head for the rendezvous at the hotel. She had already set her equipment up the night before and just needed to get ready for her unsuspecting victim. She put on a spandex sports top, tight Lycra shorts, and tennis shoes. She grabbed her bag and headed out the door.
When she arrived at the room, she mixed 2 cocktails consisting of a double dose of Viagra and Chardonnay wine and then she made final adjustments to her special “massage” table. She soon heard a knock on the door. When she opened it she saw a tall, slender man in his early forties dressed in a tailored silk suit. “You Ariel” he asked. “Yes, and you must be Jim”, she replied. “C’mon in Jim so we can get started”. He entered the room, staring hard at Leslie’s pouty buns and firm breast. “Would you like a drink? I have some Chardonnay”. He answered “yes, and I’ll take some of you on the side”, pointing down towards her crotch. Leslie played coy with a little giggle as she handed him his drink, thinking how she is about to make this abusive and selfish idiot cry out for his mother. “That is an unusual massage table. I have never seen one like this. What are the holes on the ends for?” She replied “it is a combination stretching-massage table. You will like it”. He said “I’m sure I will”, as he stared back sat her chest. Leslie noticed his Viagra cocktail was already gone, so she handed him another dosed glass. She knew she had about 15 minutes before the Viagra starts to take hold. She learned after many clients that crushing the tablets and dissolving them in liquid would speed things up. “Drink up sexy” she said as she cracked a whiplash smile as he gulped down the second glass. “Now go into the bathroom and disrobe down to the towel I left on the rack” she said. “With pleasure”, he answered as he down the medicated cocktail. Leslie made some last second adjustments as Jim emerged from the bathroom wearing only a towel. He was in great physical shape for a man his age, with nearly a washboard stomach. “Now lay on the table. We have to stretch first” said Leslie. He made his way to the table. “Face up or down?” Leslie replied “always stretch on your back. Just put your feet in the holes first”. She raised the top of the stock-like footboard of the table as he placed his feet inside. She clamped the top back down and triggered the locking mechanism on the side of the unit. “Now your hands next”, as she raised the top on the opposite side. “I don’t think I can reach that far”, he replied. “That is why it is a stretch table. You really have to reach out hard”, as she made demonstrative gesture of reaching over her head. He strained his arms far above his head until his wrist just fit into the half moon cups. “That is as far as they go”, he said as he strained to get his wrist into holes. She quickly secured the top and locking mechanism. “So you stretched pretty tight there” she asked. “Yeah, I can hardly move at all” he replied as he tried to wiggle in his bonds. Leslie then quickly grabbed some straps from under the table and ran one across his thighs, then one across his pelvis. “What in the hell are you doing” he snapped as Leslie tightened down the additional restraints. “We cannot have you bucking all over the place while I am working” she laughingly replied. Leslie then went to his feet where a small set of eye hooks are screwed into the top of the foot stocks. She then began to tie his toes to the eyehooks using some cotton string, forcing his feet to stretch backwards. “Let me out of this thing right now! I changed my mind” she yelled as he struggled against the restraints. “Now you haven’t even experienced my technique and you want to leave?” she stated. “Let me go now you **** or I will beat the living shit out of you”. “Oh, now that is not very nice. You shouldn’t talk to me like that. In fact, you shouldn’t talk at all”, she said as she quickly grabbed an oversized sponge and proceeded behind his head. “Now open up sweetie” as she held the sponge just over his tightly clinched lips. He held firm, but Leslie pinched his nostrils shut. He held his breath for almost a minute till he gasped for air. Leslie shoved the sponge into his mouth and quickly followed it with several pieces of duct tape. “That’s better” she said as she moved back towards the center of the table. Leslie used to blindfold her victims, but she found that having to look at her while on Viagra and experiencing her techniques was far more devastating.
“Now let’s see what we have under here”. She ripped the towel away revealing his thick flaccid cock and clean shaven pubic area. “Very nice baby, I like it smooth, but if we are going to play, he has to wake up”. She began to massage his cock in between her hands until his member began to fill with blood. Once he was partially erect, she grabbed a penis pump from her bag and shoved it over his dick. She began pumping with a huge grin on her face. Eventually his throbbing dick filled the vacuum tube. She reached out with her other hand and began to lightly tickle his scrotum with her fingernails.. He continued the throb even harder now. “I think that will do it” she stated as she pulled off the pump. “But now that you are up, we cannot let you go down”. She produced a set of small, soft, nylon bands and began sliding them over his cock. She wrapped two around the base of his cock, and then wrapped one around his sack. She then took out a sling with a small piece of leather in the center. She placed the leather pad behind the base of his shaft and pulled the sling towards his feet until his dick stood straight up. She then tied the two ends to the strap she used to secure his thighs. “Now for the full salute” she smirked as she walked to the other side of the table. She began to turn a handle until his pelvic area began to rise and did not stop until his hips were 8” in the air. “Now that is so much better” she remarked as he continued to try to escape his bonds while his engorged cock throbbed against the sling towards his stomach. Leslie grabbed her bag and placed is on the side of the table and then climbed onto her prisoner, taking a seat on his thighs. “This is a nice big dick you have”, as she pinched his circumcised head with two fingers. Leslie then produced two large Macaw feathers from the bag and started to work them slowly up and down each side of his shaft. “You dick seems to like my friends here” she remarked as his cock throbbed harder with each stroke. She knew the Viagra cocktail was starting to kick in. Leslie continued to slowly work the feathers for several minutes until she started to focus on the area just underneath his cock head. As she see-sawed the quills back and forth at the base of his crown, she could feel his thighs tighten underneath her. She smiled as she worked the edges of the plumes. After several minutes, Leslie said “enough of this. I have something better”. She put down the feathers and grabbed a foot piece from a pair of pantyhose she had cut for the occasion. She slipped it over his member and used another band to secure it around the base. “One of my vices has always been little fingers, mainly the end of my fingers” she stated as she raised her fingers in the air. “Manicures are so expensive, but when you need a sharp pair, it is worth the money”. She then began at the base of his shaft rolling her fingers with a very light scratching. She immediately started to feel his thighs quickly tighten as she began slowly moving upward. She stared at her victim with a wicked grin on her face as his eyes began to water. When she again reached the base of his cock head, he began to snort into his gag. Her spider-like tracings of her sharp nimble talons were truly maddening. His restrained cock fought hard against the retaining strap with each scrape. Leslie moved her attack onto his crimson head. She picked up speed with her dancing assassins. Jim’s face was now beat red as he continued to fight against his inescapable bonds. Leslie kept up her talon torture for another 10 minutes until Jim nearly passed out. Jim was learning that even something as simple as fingernails were truly maddening. “That was fun, but we are just getting started”, Leslie said as she climbed off of her prisoner. She then pulled out a box of plastic clothespins with a small plastic fin attached to each one. She then started to attach them at various places of his shaft and scrotum. He whimpered as she attached each clip until his entire cock was covered. “These are my newest toys. I think you will like them”. She them took out an oscillating desk fan and placed it at the foot of the table. “I am going to change into something more sinister. Don’t go anywhere”. She switched the fan on low and headed for the bathroom. The fan began to make it’s first. Leslie could hear his muffled cries from the bathroom as the air pushed the fins causing the pins to vibrate. Leslie just laughed to herself knowing that the best was yet to come.
After several minutes had passed, Leslie emerged from the bathroom dressed as a Hooter’s girl. She purposely chose her Dolphin shorts and shirt two sizes too small to really show off her voluptuous rack and plump caboose. “That’s enough of this” she said as she turned off the fan. “You like my outfit? I heard you really like “Hooter bitches”. Jim just continued to pant into his gag. Leslie climbed back on top of her victim and took her place on his thighs once more. “My, my, this thing is about to explode”, she said as she grabbed his member. “I think my pussy would really like your willy”. She scooted up and began to rub his cock against her tight Dolphin shorts. “Can you see my coochie against your dick”, she asked as she continued to rub her box against his pole. “Too bad you will never get it. And you know why? Because you have a dirty filthy cock! And it must be cleaned!” She pulled out two motorized facial scrubbers and a jar of soft soap. “Just like momma used to wash out your dirty mouth, it is my job to wash that dirty cock”. She dipped the brush heads into the soft soap and applied them to his shaft. Jim let out a loud howl through his gag as Leslie worked to rotating brushes along the length of his penis. “Cleanliness is next to…well, you know the rest”. Every muscle strained for relief as Leslie continued to scrub away. After several minutes, she grabbed a spray bottle full of piping hot water and a small towel and began to remove the soap from his now purple cock. “Is your poor cock tired of me?” she asked. “Maybe we can try something else, or I can go grab the toilet brush! What do you say?” Jim grunted several pleas of agreement. Leslie walked up behind his head and asked “now if I remove this gag, are you going to be quiet?” Jim nodded a quick yes. Leslie then removed the tape from his mouth and removed the sponge. Jim immediately began to plea with his capture. “I will pay you whatever you want if you just let me go. I swear, anything!!”. “But I went through all this trouble. Don’t whimp out on me now” she replied as she walked towards his stretched feet. “I won’t call the police, I swear on my Mother!” “You seem so down. How can I cheer you up?” Before Jim could plead again, Leslie burst out “I know, you need a good laugh! Maybe I know some jokes, or something. What could make you laugh?” She asked as she moved towards his feet. Jim realized what was about to happen and blurted out “$5,000 cash. Today! I swear it”. Leslie pulled up a chair in front of his feet and said “maybe your feet can help us out”. Jim bit his lip as Leslie used a single nail to run down the arch of his left foot. He tried to hold his breath, but halfway down, he began to chuckle. Leslie then used a single nail on the other hand on his right foot. She slowly traced his taught arches until he could not hold back anymore and burst into a hearty laughter. Leslie said “that’s better”, as she incorporated all ten of her nails on his helpless soles. “My, my, you are a ticklish one!”, remembering how his ex wife revealed this as a weakness. Jim began to yell for help between giggles so Leslie stopped. “You are going to attract too much attention like that. Let’s turn on the radio”. Leslie pulled a boom box out from under the bed and turned it to a hip hop station. She gave his foot a tickle while adjusting the volume to cover up his cries. “Now we can continue”. Leslie lightly scraped her sharp little claws all over his peds as his toes strained against the strings. “Tickle, tickle, tickle” she cooed as she sped up her assault. After several minutes, Leslie said “did you know I am leaning the piano?” Jim just bit his lip. Leslie went back to boom box and hit play for the cassette player. She climbed back onto Jim and sat again on his thighs. Leslie positioned her fingers over his mid section as she yelled “Maestro!” Soon the sound of classical piano came out of the speakers as Leslie began to play his rib cage like a baby grand. She stared into his tear filled eyes as she continued to play away. Jim tried to buck Leslie as she tickled, but the straps across his pelvis and thighs held firm. “I love Mozart!” she yelled as she went on with the tickle attack. She truly loved causing so much discomfort without leaving any marks. She has beaten and whipped her share of men, but her lighter methods seemed to be much more effective. The worst was certainly yet to come, Once the song ended, Leslie yelled “time for a game! Like trivia?” Jim just whimpered like a child. “I love trivia, but my game is special”. Leslie went to the head of the table where she was leaning over Jim. “This one is called “Tickle Trivia”. I asked you a question, and if you get it right, I will let you fuck my little pussy. I you get it wrong, I get to have fun. Ready?”Jim stayed silent. “The category is Geography for 5 minutes. You ready? OK. What ruins consists of five archaeological sites dating back to the period between 900 BC and 350 AD in Nepal?” Jim just stayed silent. “Time’s up, the answer is The Ruins of Gebel Barkal. Sorry, but I win my five minutes.” Leslie traced her nails down into his smooth armpits until Jim started screaming with laughter. His ex had told Leslie his armpits are his most ticklish spot. As she continued the relentless tickle torture, she watched his rod to make sure that it maintained its rigid status despite his suffering. She knew her preparation of Viagra and cock tying was done correctly. Jim howled with laughter as tears streamed down his cheeks. All he could see was the evil grin of his new benefactor as she drove him near insanity with her devilish fingers. “Kitchee, kitchee, koo” she taunted as he started yelling “fuck you” in between his cries and screams.
After five whole minutes, Leslie stopped. “Now, I am going to give you choice. Do you want to keep playing tickle trivia, or do you want go back to fun with Mr. Happy?” Jim snapped “Go fuck you’re goddamn self, you are a dead bitch!” Leslie replied “did you kiss your mother with that mouth? It is gag time again my boy”. Leslie pinched his nostrils as Jim shook his head. Soon he succumbed to the need to breath and in the sponge went, followed by the tape. “I see he hasn’t forgotten about me” as she ran her nails up the back of his shaft. “I have something special for you, but I would not leave my little friend with nothing to do”. She pulled out four small vibrators which she surrounded his shaft with. She then slipped several rubber bands over the outsides to help hold them in place. As she switched them on she put in a fresh cassette and hit play. “Here is a tape me and my girlfriend Candy made the other night as she pounded my ass with an 8” strap on.” The sound of flesh colliding with female moans soon filled the air as the vibrators buzzed against his now overly sensitive dick. “Don’t go away”, Leslie said as she headed to the bathroom once again. Once inside, she called the client on her cell to give a status report. “Yes, it is going perfectly. He is nearly broken. I am about to break out the secret weapon. You need to come in after about fifteen minutes. See you then”. Leslie continued to get prepared for her entrance. After several minutes, Leslie exited the bathroom covered in a red robe. She saw the vibrators had produced some precum form Jim’s member. Leslie strolled over to him and stood just within view. “Are my buzzing little buddies working their magic?”. Jim just looked at his helpless pud as the vibrators forced continuous throbs. “I bought something and want to know what you think?” Leslie peeled down her robe to reveal a black satin half bra, French satin garter belt with smoke black stockings, and 7 inch stiletto heels. Her perfect fully erect, half-dollar sized pinkish brown nipples were on perfect display as the push up bra did its work with her large, firm boobs. The garter belt flawlessly framed her full hips and medium brown velvet pelt shaved into the shape of a heart. Leslie spun around to show her pouty tan lined heart shaped tush cradled perfectly by the garter straps. Leslie had gold chains draped down into her cleavage and large gold hoop earrings that glistened against her platinum blonde hair. “This makes me feel like such a dirty little whore, I just got to have some cock”. She climbed back up onto her favorite perch, facing her boy toy. She removed the vibrators and grabbed a tube of lubricant. ““Now I played with my first cock when I was in junior high. Now that I am older, I rarely get to jack one off. Every guy just wants to ram in my sugar cave, dump it off, and roll over. Where is the fun in that?”, she said as she put the plastic gloves and greased up with the lotion. “This thing is all the rage in Europe. It is called the “gant de l'amour”, which is French for Glove of Love. Now you will have to tell me if I am doing this right, ok? Jim just squinted his eyes and took a deep breath. Leslie grabbed this shaft at the base and slowly pulled up and off. Then she repeated this movement, going up and then off. She sped up this motion, never stroking down, only up. After a few minutes, Jim started to tense up in his thighs. Leslie picked up speed. As she reached the head, she notices that his entire body began to tense up. She asked “Am I doing this right?” Jim fought again at his bonds. Leslie now incorporated both hands in the up and off motion. The small nodules on the glove added to the agony. It was not long until Jim was shaking and sweating while ever tensing up. Leslie really went into high gear at this point. Her eyes gleamed as she stared at the expression of anxiety of her helpless victim. What Leslie knows is that for a man to orgasm fully, both stokes motions are required. The up stroke she was doing sends the impulses to the brain, where the down stroke moves the semen up the urethra and into the shaft. By doing this “up” stroke only, the sensations overload the brain and the impulses feed back, casing his penis to become even more sensitive with each stroke. After several minutes of this, Jim was crying loudly through the sponge gag as tears streamed down his cheeks. He was absolutely helpless to stop Leslie’s stroking assault. She went for a few more minutes and then stated “would you like me to do something else for a while?” Jim tied to regain his composure, and eventually managed to get out a grunted acknowledgement. Leslie said “now I will take that gag out of your mouth if you promise to stay quiet. Is that a deal?” Jim gave a light nod yes.
Leslie kept alternating between her torturous techniques. Her skills as a masseuse qualified her hands as deadly weapons when used in this way. At this point, Jim’s cock was purple and his face beat red. He could not lower his hips to avoid Leslie’s attack, nor could not lose his rigid erection. His cock head had becomes so sensitive that just the slightly touch from her hands sent him fits of muffled screams. Leslie stopped as she heard the door open. “My my, looks like we have a special quest sweetie”, she sneered as Jim’s ex Tiffany walked in.“Well look at you, you lousy bastard. I guess that dick of yours has finally gotten you in a pickle, “said Tiffany as she leaned over her ex hubbie’s tear streaked face. Tiffany was a very petite brunette of Italian descent. “I was just giving little Jimmy here my patented tug job, but I don’t think he is enjoying it”, remarked Leslie. “Wow, I have never seen his cock that distressed before. He is beyond stiff” said Tiffany as she reached out and wiggled his bound cock. “Nice ensemble Ariel. Wanna see mine?” Tiffany pulled her dress above her head to reveal her pink cotton bra and garter belt. Her skin was creamy white and her thick black pubic hair was also shaved into a heart. At this point, Jim realized that they had planned this. He has a stocking fetish and always asked Tiffany to shave her pussy in this way. “Very nice Tiff,” said Leslie. “Won’t you have a seat while I continue my session with Jimbo here”. Leslie went back to the up and off strokes as Jim’s screaming picked back up. Tiffany went and took a seat at Jim’s feet. “Oh yes, I know these big clown feet. You know what? I forgot to do my budget. I have a pen, but no paper. Hmmmmmm. I have an idea”. Tiffany then began to use an ink pen to draw on her ex husbands soles. Jim’s nearly exploded as the sensation of having his cock over stimulated while his feet were being tickled. Every part of his body tensed at once as he let out a long shriek. This excited Leslie into going all out on his cock head with a swirling palm as Tiffany continued to write figures on his arches. After a few minutes of this, Tiffany yelled “darn, I am out of room. Guess I need to clear the slate. Leslie said “look in my bag. You should find what you need.” Tiffany pulled out the facial cleansing tools and soap. As she started scrubbing the ink from her hubbie’s feet, Leslie started using one hand with quick strokes on just the head while using her free hands to lightly tickle Jim’s swollen balls. This was a new sensation, which produced hard grunts from behind the tape. “Should we give him a break Tiff? Tiffany came around to the head of the table and said “you mean like this fucker breaking my bank by not sending alimony or child support?” Tiffany had removed her bra during her tickle session. Her small pink nipples were like hard pencil erasers. “Maybe five more minutes. You remember Tiffany tickles don’t you honey? She said as she lowered her long pink nails into his waiting armpits. Tiffany was quite the tickler and his response was much more intense than when Leslie attacked him. Leslie picked up a vibrator and switched it on. The then help up firmly against his cock head while Tiffany continued. “Poor baby, you want your mommy?” cooed Tiffany as she wiggled her C cup boobs in her husband’s beat red face. Leslie was mesmerized at the site of this tiny tyrant as she reduced her once loved husband into utter madness. She sunk her other hand against her moist clit as she used her other hand to corkscrew the shaft of his cock.
After a few minutes, Tiffany stopped her assault and quickly rose up. Leslie quickly removed her hand from her crotch, but Tiffany had already seen it. Leslie snapped “Very well. Jim, this is your chance to do what’s right. Remove the tape Tiff.” Tiffany replied “with pleasure”, as she ripped the tape quickly from his mouth and removed the sponge. “It appears you owe this lovely lady some money. How can we resolve this today? Leslie asked him. “What do you want?” Jim asked in a very feeble voice. Tiffany spoke up “about 25K should do it”. Jim replied “I don’t have twenty five thousand dollars. I can only pay you ten”. Leslie yelled “wrong answer Jimmy boy”. Tiffany returned to tickling his armpits as Leslie really went into high gear on his cock. Jim immediately screamed non sensicle words in between his cries. After a few minutes Jim yelled “please, yes, just stop!!!!” They both ceased their attacks. “So you agree to the twenty five thousand. You know we can do this allllllll night”, Leslie stated. “Yes, but I will have to get it Monday”, he said. “Bullshit. I know it is in your safety deposit box. Just give us the key” Tiffany answered. “I can’t do that” he shouted. Tiffany answered “and I just cannot stop Leslie from torturing that pathetic cock for the next few days while I go on tickling you”. After several seconds, Jim said under his voice, “It’s in my pants pocket” Jim answered. Tiffany quickly ran to fetch the key. “Got it” she yelled. Leslie then looked at Jim with a stern look on her face. “Now Jim, if you have any ideas about going to the police, or taking revenge on this fine female, I want you to know that it will be really bad for you. Tiffany?” Tiffany came back over and held two Polaroid’s of her tied to bed naked with her face moderately beaten. “If you even think about doing anything stupid, we go to the cops with rape. And that is only part of the evidence. I will get the rest soon”, Leslie stated. Jim shook his head yes in agreement. “Now Tiff, call me when you got the money. I will stay here with lover boy and keep him company”. “I will, and Jim? Thanks you dead beat fuckup!” Tiffany left the room. Leslie climbed off of Jim and strolled around in her stocking getup. “I may just have to make you my slave after today.” Several minutes passed until the hotel phone rang. It was Tiffany and she had the money. “You responded so well to my therapy”, Leslie stated. Jim just asked “can you please, please, let me go now? You have the money”. “Not yet, Leslie stated. “We have one more piece of business. I certainly cannot let you leave with your cock in this state. But I think we may need the gag again.” “Oh n…..” muttered Jim, as the gag went in easily after his ordeal. Leslie climbed back up and took her seat. “You know, my technique is unbearable because it does not allow release, only over-stimulation. But to show you I am not totally evil, I will give you that release now. You have earned it”. Leslie then began to massage his cock in both directions. After just a minute, Leslie could feel his body undulating as males do when they ejaculate, she picked up speed causing Jim to moan loudly. She grabbed a medical sample jar and held it over the hole of his dick. “Cum like a good boy” she whispered as Jim dump multiple load shots into the container. “Now I have the second part of my evidence if you try any shit. But just to make sure you were listening”. Leslie then began to feverishly work his now extremely sensitive cock head. Jim immediately went back into hysterics. Leslie knew that this was one hundred times worst after orgasm and she had no plans of letting up. She would stop just short of Jim passing out, and then would start back up.
Jim began to pray for help between his cream.. He now knows what Hell on Earth really is.
Leslie laughed and said with an evil grin as she worked his spent, overly sensitive cock, “Don’t worry baby. I have plenty more Viagra”.
“So he has twenty five thousand in savings, and five thousand in CD’s?,” Leslie asked her bitterly divorced client. “And he owes you fifteen thousand in alimony and child support? That should not be a problem”. The client replied “are you sure you can do this Ms. Lash?” Leslie replied “Oh yes. I have just the thing. Once I find out their weaknesses, turn-ons, and they agree to my “free massage”, I will have him ready to saw off his own leg to make me stop. I think you’ve given me all the information I need about Jim. I told him my name is “Ariel”. He will be at the Hilton at 9AM. I have my usual room booked far away from any other guest. Just leave everything to me.” The woman replied “I hope you give that asshole what he has coming to him. Not only did he fuck around on me with his receptionist, but now he is affecting our children. Punch him in the crotch for me”. Leslie replied, “Oh no, we cannot leave any marks. That can get us into trouble. Don’t worry. I have a technique that no circumcised man on Earth can handle. He will break, and you will have your money. You are in good hand my dear, he will be in the hands from hell. I will call you when I am ready for you to come there.” She did have an extremely high success rate of getting her clients the justice that they deserve, and her techniques have created quite a waiting list. She hung up the phone and prepared to head for the rendezvous at the hotel. She had already set her equipment up the night before and just needed to get ready for her unsuspecting victim. She put on a spandex sports top, tight Lycra shorts, and tennis shoes. She grabbed her bag and headed out the door.
When she arrived at the room, she mixed 2 cocktails consisting of a double dose of Viagra and Chardonnay wine and then she made final adjustments to her special “massage” table. She soon heard a knock on the door. When she opened it she saw a tall, slender man in his early forties dressed in a tailored silk suit. “You Ariel” he asked. “Yes, and you must be Jim”, she replied. “C’mon in Jim so we can get started”. He entered the room, staring hard at Leslie’s pouty buns and firm breast. “Would you like a drink? I have some Chardonnay”. He answered “yes, and I’ll take some of you on the side”, pointing down towards her crotch. Leslie played coy with a little giggle as she handed him his drink, thinking how she is about to make this abusive and selfish idiot cry out for his mother. “That is an unusual massage table. I have never seen one like this. What are the holes on the ends for?” She replied “it is a combination stretching-massage table. You will like it”. He said “I’m sure I will”, as he stared back sat her chest. Leslie noticed his Viagra cocktail was already gone, so she handed him another dosed glass. She knew she had about 15 minutes before the Viagra starts to take hold. She learned after many clients that crushing the tablets and dissolving them in liquid would speed things up. “Drink up sexy” she said as she cracked a whiplash smile as he gulped down the second glass. “Now go into the bathroom and disrobe down to the towel I left on the rack” she said. “With pleasure”, he answered as he down the medicated cocktail. Leslie made some last second adjustments as Jim emerged from the bathroom wearing only a towel. He was in great physical shape for a man his age, with nearly a washboard stomach. “Now lay on the table. We have to stretch first” said Leslie. He made his way to the table. “Face up or down?” Leslie replied “always stretch on your back. Just put your feet in the holes first”. She raised the top of the stock-like footboard of the table as he placed his feet inside. She clamped the top back down and triggered the locking mechanism on the side of the unit. “Now your hands next”, as she raised the top on the opposite side. “I don’t think I can reach that far”, he replied. “That is why it is a stretch table. You really have to reach out hard”, as she made demonstrative gesture of reaching over her head. He strained his arms far above his head until his wrist just fit into the half moon cups. “That is as far as they go”, he said as he strained to get his wrist into holes. She quickly secured the top and locking mechanism. “So you stretched pretty tight there” she asked. “Yeah, I can hardly move at all” he replied as he tried to wiggle in his bonds. Leslie then quickly grabbed some straps from under the table and ran one across his thighs, then one across his pelvis. “What in the hell are you doing” he snapped as Leslie tightened down the additional restraints. “We cannot have you bucking all over the place while I am working” she laughingly replied. Leslie then went to his feet where a small set of eye hooks are screwed into the top of the foot stocks. She then began to tie his toes to the eyehooks using some cotton string, forcing his feet to stretch backwards. “Let me out of this thing right now! I changed my mind” she yelled as he struggled against the restraints. “Now you haven’t even experienced my technique and you want to leave?” she stated. “Let me go now you **** or I will beat the living shit out of you”. “Oh, now that is not very nice. You shouldn’t talk to me like that. In fact, you shouldn’t talk at all”, she said as she quickly grabbed an oversized sponge and proceeded behind his head. “Now open up sweetie” as she held the sponge just over his tightly clinched lips. He held firm, but Leslie pinched his nostrils shut. He held his breath for almost a minute till he gasped for air. Leslie shoved the sponge into his mouth and quickly followed it with several pieces of duct tape. “That’s better” she said as she moved back towards the center of the table. Leslie used to blindfold her victims, but she found that having to look at her while on Viagra and experiencing her techniques was far more devastating.
“Now let’s see what we have under here”. She ripped the towel away revealing his thick flaccid cock and clean shaven pubic area. “Very nice baby, I like it smooth, but if we are going to play, he has to wake up”. She began to massage his cock in between her hands until his member began to fill with blood. Once he was partially erect, she grabbed a penis pump from her bag and shoved it over his dick. She began pumping with a huge grin on her face. Eventually his throbbing dick filled the vacuum tube. She reached out with her other hand and began to lightly tickle his scrotum with her fingernails.. He continued the throb even harder now. “I think that will do it” she stated as she pulled off the pump. “But now that you are up, we cannot let you go down”. She produced a set of small, soft, nylon bands and began sliding them over his cock. She wrapped two around the base of his cock, and then wrapped one around his sack. She then took out a sling with a small piece of leather in the center. She placed the leather pad behind the base of his shaft and pulled the sling towards his feet until his dick stood straight up. She then tied the two ends to the strap she used to secure his thighs. “Now for the full salute” she smirked as she walked to the other side of the table. She began to turn a handle until his pelvic area began to rise and did not stop until his hips were 8” in the air. “Now that is so much better” she remarked as he continued to try to escape his bonds while his engorged cock throbbed against the sling towards his stomach. Leslie grabbed her bag and placed is on the side of the table and then climbed onto her prisoner, taking a seat on his thighs. “This is a nice big dick you have”, as she pinched his circumcised head with two fingers. Leslie then produced two large Macaw feathers from the bag and started to work them slowly up and down each side of his shaft. “You dick seems to like my friends here” she remarked as his cock throbbed harder with each stroke. She knew the Viagra cocktail was starting to kick in. Leslie continued to slowly work the feathers for several minutes until she started to focus on the area just underneath his cock head. As she see-sawed the quills back and forth at the base of his crown, she could feel his thighs tighten underneath her. She smiled as she worked the edges of the plumes. After several minutes, Leslie said “enough of this. I have something better”. She put down the feathers and grabbed a foot piece from a pair of pantyhose she had cut for the occasion. She slipped it over his member and used another band to secure it around the base. “One of my vices has always been little fingers, mainly the end of my fingers” she stated as she raised her fingers in the air. “Manicures are so expensive, but when you need a sharp pair, it is worth the money”. She then began at the base of his shaft rolling her fingers with a very light scratching. She immediately started to feel his thighs quickly tighten as she began slowly moving upward. She stared at her victim with a wicked grin on her face as his eyes began to water. When she again reached the base of his cock head, he began to snort into his gag. Her spider-like tracings of her sharp nimble talons were truly maddening. His restrained cock fought hard against the retaining strap with each scrape. Leslie moved her attack onto his crimson head. She picked up speed with her dancing assassins. Jim’s face was now beat red as he continued to fight against his inescapable bonds. Leslie kept up her talon torture for another 10 minutes until Jim nearly passed out. Jim was learning that even something as simple as fingernails were truly maddening. “That was fun, but we are just getting started”, Leslie said as she climbed off of her prisoner. She then pulled out a box of plastic clothespins with a small plastic fin attached to each one. She then started to attach them at various places of his shaft and scrotum. He whimpered as she attached each clip until his entire cock was covered. “These are my newest toys. I think you will like them”. She them took out an oscillating desk fan and placed it at the foot of the table. “I am going to change into something more sinister. Don’t go anywhere”. She switched the fan on low and headed for the bathroom. The fan began to make it’s first. Leslie could hear his muffled cries from the bathroom as the air pushed the fins causing the pins to vibrate. Leslie just laughed to herself knowing that the best was yet to come.
After several minutes had passed, Leslie emerged from the bathroom dressed as a Hooter’s girl. She purposely chose her Dolphin shorts and shirt two sizes too small to really show off her voluptuous rack and plump caboose. “That’s enough of this” she said as she turned off the fan. “You like my outfit? I heard you really like “Hooter bitches”. Jim just continued to pant into his gag. Leslie climbed back on top of her victim and took her place on his thighs once more. “My, my, this thing is about to explode”, she said as she grabbed his member. “I think my pussy would really like your willy”. She scooted up and began to rub his cock against her tight Dolphin shorts. “Can you see my coochie against your dick”, she asked as she continued to rub her box against his pole. “Too bad you will never get it. And you know why? Because you have a dirty filthy cock! And it must be cleaned!” She pulled out two motorized facial scrubbers and a jar of soft soap. “Just like momma used to wash out your dirty mouth, it is my job to wash that dirty cock”. She dipped the brush heads into the soft soap and applied them to his shaft. Jim let out a loud howl through his gag as Leslie worked to rotating brushes along the length of his penis. “Cleanliness is next to…well, you know the rest”. Every muscle strained for relief as Leslie continued to scrub away. After several minutes, she grabbed a spray bottle full of piping hot water and a small towel and began to remove the soap from his now purple cock. “Is your poor cock tired of me?” she asked. “Maybe we can try something else, or I can go grab the toilet brush! What do you say?” Jim grunted several pleas of agreement. Leslie walked up behind his head and asked “now if I remove this gag, are you going to be quiet?” Jim nodded a quick yes. Leslie then removed the tape from his mouth and removed the sponge. Jim immediately began to plea with his capture. “I will pay you whatever you want if you just let me go. I swear, anything!!”. “But I went through all this trouble. Don’t whimp out on me now” she replied as she walked towards his stretched feet. “I won’t call the police, I swear on my Mother!” “You seem so down. How can I cheer you up?” Before Jim could plead again, Leslie burst out “I know, you need a good laugh! Maybe I know some jokes, or something. What could make you laugh?” She asked as she moved towards his feet. Jim realized what was about to happen and blurted out “$5,000 cash. Today! I swear it”. Leslie pulled up a chair in front of his feet and said “maybe your feet can help us out”. Jim bit his lip as Leslie used a single nail to run down the arch of his left foot. He tried to hold his breath, but halfway down, he began to chuckle. Leslie then used a single nail on the other hand on his right foot. She slowly traced his taught arches until he could not hold back anymore and burst into a hearty laughter. Leslie said “that’s better”, as she incorporated all ten of her nails on his helpless soles. “My, my, you are a ticklish one!”, remembering how his ex wife revealed this as a weakness. Jim began to yell for help between giggles so Leslie stopped. “You are going to attract too much attention like that. Let’s turn on the radio”. Leslie pulled a boom box out from under the bed and turned it to a hip hop station. She gave his foot a tickle while adjusting the volume to cover up his cries. “Now we can continue”. Leslie lightly scraped her sharp little claws all over his peds as his toes strained against the strings. “Tickle, tickle, tickle” she cooed as she sped up her assault. After several minutes, Leslie said “did you know I am leaning the piano?” Jim just bit his lip. Leslie went back to boom box and hit play for the cassette player. She climbed back onto Jim and sat again on his thighs. Leslie positioned her fingers over his mid section as she yelled “Maestro!” Soon the sound of classical piano came out of the speakers as Leslie began to play his rib cage like a baby grand. She stared into his tear filled eyes as she continued to play away. Jim tried to buck Leslie as she tickled, but the straps across his pelvis and thighs held firm. “I love Mozart!” she yelled as she went on with the tickle attack. She truly loved causing so much discomfort without leaving any marks. She has beaten and whipped her share of men, but her lighter methods seemed to be much more effective. The worst was certainly yet to come, Once the song ended, Leslie yelled “time for a game! Like trivia?” Jim just whimpered like a child. “I love trivia, but my game is special”. Leslie went to the head of the table where she was leaning over Jim. “This one is called “Tickle Trivia”. I asked you a question, and if you get it right, I will let you fuck my little pussy. I you get it wrong, I get to have fun. Ready?”Jim stayed silent. “The category is Geography for 5 minutes. You ready? OK. What ruins consists of five archaeological sites dating back to the period between 900 BC and 350 AD in Nepal?” Jim just stayed silent. “Time’s up, the answer is The Ruins of Gebel Barkal. Sorry, but I win my five minutes.” Leslie traced her nails down into his smooth armpits until Jim started screaming with laughter. His ex had told Leslie his armpits are his most ticklish spot. As she continued the relentless tickle torture, she watched his rod to make sure that it maintained its rigid status despite his suffering. She knew her preparation of Viagra and cock tying was done correctly. Jim howled with laughter as tears streamed down his cheeks. All he could see was the evil grin of his new benefactor as she drove him near insanity with her devilish fingers. “Kitchee, kitchee, koo” she taunted as he started yelling “fuck you” in between his cries and screams.
After five whole minutes, Leslie stopped. “Now, I am going to give you choice. Do you want to keep playing tickle trivia, or do you want go back to fun with Mr. Happy?” Jim snapped “Go fuck you’re goddamn self, you are a dead bitch!” Leslie replied “did you kiss your mother with that mouth? It is gag time again my boy”. Leslie pinched his nostrils as Jim shook his head. Soon he succumbed to the need to breath and in the sponge went, followed by the tape. “I see he hasn’t forgotten about me” as she ran her nails up the back of his shaft. “I have something special for you, but I would not leave my little friend with nothing to do”. She pulled out four small vibrators which she surrounded his shaft with. She then slipped several rubber bands over the outsides to help hold them in place. As she switched them on she put in a fresh cassette and hit play. “Here is a tape me and my girlfriend Candy made the other night as she pounded my ass with an 8” strap on.” The sound of flesh colliding with female moans soon filled the air as the vibrators buzzed against his now overly sensitive dick. “Don’t go away”, Leslie said as she headed to the bathroom once again. Once inside, she called the client on her cell to give a status report. “Yes, it is going perfectly. He is nearly broken. I am about to break out the secret weapon. You need to come in after about fifteen minutes. See you then”. Leslie continued to get prepared for her entrance. After several minutes, Leslie exited the bathroom covered in a red robe. She saw the vibrators had produced some precum form Jim’s member. Leslie strolled over to him and stood just within view. “Are my buzzing little buddies working their magic?”. Jim just looked at his helpless pud as the vibrators forced continuous throbs. “I bought something and want to know what you think?” Leslie peeled down her robe to reveal a black satin half bra, French satin garter belt with smoke black stockings, and 7 inch stiletto heels. Her perfect fully erect, half-dollar sized pinkish brown nipples were on perfect display as the push up bra did its work with her large, firm boobs. The garter belt flawlessly framed her full hips and medium brown velvet pelt shaved into the shape of a heart. Leslie spun around to show her pouty tan lined heart shaped tush cradled perfectly by the garter straps. Leslie had gold chains draped down into her cleavage and large gold hoop earrings that glistened against her platinum blonde hair. “This makes me feel like such a dirty little whore, I just got to have some cock”. She climbed back up onto her favorite perch, facing her boy toy. She removed the vibrators and grabbed a tube of lubricant. ““Now I played with my first cock when I was in junior high. Now that I am older, I rarely get to jack one off. Every guy just wants to ram in my sugar cave, dump it off, and roll over. Where is the fun in that?”, she said as she put the plastic gloves and greased up with the lotion. “This thing is all the rage in Europe. It is called the “gant de l'amour”, which is French for Glove of Love. Now you will have to tell me if I am doing this right, ok? Jim just squinted his eyes and took a deep breath. Leslie grabbed this shaft at the base and slowly pulled up and off. Then she repeated this movement, going up and then off. She sped up this motion, never stroking down, only up. After a few minutes, Jim started to tense up in his thighs. Leslie picked up speed. As she reached the head, she notices that his entire body began to tense up. She asked “Am I doing this right?” Jim fought again at his bonds. Leslie now incorporated both hands in the up and off motion. The small nodules on the glove added to the agony. It was not long until Jim was shaking and sweating while ever tensing up. Leslie really went into high gear at this point. Her eyes gleamed as she stared at the expression of anxiety of her helpless victim. What Leslie knows is that for a man to orgasm fully, both stokes motions are required. The up stroke she was doing sends the impulses to the brain, where the down stroke moves the semen up the urethra and into the shaft. By doing this “up” stroke only, the sensations overload the brain and the impulses feed back, casing his penis to become even more sensitive with each stroke. After several minutes of this, Jim was crying loudly through the sponge gag as tears streamed down his cheeks. He was absolutely helpless to stop Leslie’s stroking assault. She went for a few more minutes and then stated “would you like me to do something else for a while?” Jim tied to regain his composure, and eventually managed to get out a grunted acknowledgement. Leslie said “now I will take that gag out of your mouth if you promise to stay quiet. Is that a deal?” Jim gave a light nod yes.
Leslie kept alternating between her torturous techniques. Her skills as a masseuse qualified her hands as deadly weapons when used in this way. At this point, Jim’s cock was purple and his face beat red. He could not lower his hips to avoid Leslie’s attack, nor could not lose his rigid erection. His cock head had becomes so sensitive that just the slightly touch from her hands sent him fits of muffled screams. Leslie stopped as she heard the door open. “My my, looks like we have a special quest sweetie”, she sneered as Jim’s ex Tiffany walked in.“Well look at you, you lousy bastard. I guess that dick of yours has finally gotten you in a pickle, “said Tiffany as she leaned over her ex hubbie’s tear streaked face. Tiffany was a very petite brunette of Italian descent. “I was just giving little Jimmy here my patented tug job, but I don’t think he is enjoying it”, remarked Leslie. “Wow, I have never seen his cock that distressed before. He is beyond stiff” said Tiffany as she reached out and wiggled his bound cock. “Nice ensemble Ariel. Wanna see mine?” Tiffany pulled her dress above her head to reveal her pink cotton bra and garter belt. Her skin was creamy white and her thick black pubic hair was also shaved into a heart. At this point, Jim realized that they had planned this. He has a stocking fetish and always asked Tiffany to shave her pussy in this way. “Very nice Tiff,” said Leslie. “Won’t you have a seat while I continue my session with Jimbo here”. Leslie went back to the up and off strokes as Jim’s screaming picked back up. Tiffany went and took a seat at Jim’s feet. “Oh yes, I know these big clown feet. You know what? I forgot to do my budget. I have a pen, but no paper. Hmmmmmm. I have an idea”. Tiffany then began to use an ink pen to draw on her ex husbands soles. Jim’s nearly exploded as the sensation of having his cock over stimulated while his feet were being tickled. Every part of his body tensed at once as he let out a long shriek. This excited Leslie into going all out on his cock head with a swirling palm as Tiffany continued to write figures on his arches. After a few minutes of this, Tiffany yelled “darn, I am out of room. Guess I need to clear the slate. Leslie said “look in my bag. You should find what you need.” Tiffany pulled out the facial cleansing tools and soap. As she started scrubbing the ink from her hubbie’s feet, Leslie started using one hand with quick strokes on just the head while using her free hands to lightly tickle Jim’s swollen balls. This was a new sensation, which produced hard grunts from behind the tape. “Should we give him a break Tiff? Tiffany came around to the head of the table and said “you mean like this fucker breaking my bank by not sending alimony or child support?” Tiffany had removed her bra during her tickle session. Her small pink nipples were like hard pencil erasers. “Maybe five more minutes. You remember Tiffany tickles don’t you honey? She said as she lowered her long pink nails into his waiting armpits. Tiffany was quite the tickler and his response was much more intense than when Leslie attacked him. Leslie picked up a vibrator and switched it on. The then help up firmly against his cock head while Tiffany continued. “Poor baby, you want your mommy?” cooed Tiffany as she wiggled her C cup boobs in her husband’s beat red face. Leslie was mesmerized at the site of this tiny tyrant as she reduced her once loved husband into utter madness. She sunk her other hand against her moist clit as she used her other hand to corkscrew the shaft of his cock.
After a few minutes, Tiffany stopped her assault and quickly rose up. Leslie quickly removed her hand from her crotch, but Tiffany had already seen it. Leslie snapped “Very well. Jim, this is your chance to do what’s right. Remove the tape Tiff.” Tiffany replied “with pleasure”, as she ripped the tape quickly from his mouth and removed the sponge. “It appears you owe this lovely lady some money. How can we resolve this today? Leslie asked him. “What do you want?” Jim asked in a very feeble voice. Tiffany spoke up “about 25K should do it”. Jim replied “I don’t have twenty five thousand dollars. I can only pay you ten”. Leslie yelled “wrong answer Jimmy boy”. Tiffany returned to tickling his armpits as Leslie really went into high gear on his cock. Jim immediately screamed non sensicle words in between his cries. After a few minutes Jim yelled “please, yes, just stop!!!!” They both ceased their attacks. “So you agree to the twenty five thousand. You know we can do this allllllll night”, Leslie stated. “Yes, but I will have to get it Monday”, he said. “Bullshit. I know it is in your safety deposit box. Just give us the key” Tiffany answered. “I can’t do that” he shouted. Tiffany answered “and I just cannot stop Leslie from torturing that pathetic cock for the next few days while I go on tickling you”. After several seconds, Jim said under his voice, “It’s in my pants pocket” Jim answered. Tiffany quickly ran to fetch the key. “Got it” she yelled. Leslie then looked at Jim with a stern look on her face. “Now Jim, if you have any ideas about going to the police, or taking revenge on this fine female, I want you to know that it will be really bad for you. Tiffany?” Tiffany came back over and held two Polaroid’s of her tied to bed naked with her face moderately beaten. “If you even think about doing anything stupid, we go to the cops with rape. And that is only part of the evidence. I will get the rest soon”, Leslie stated. Jim shook his head yes in agreement. “Now Tiff, call me when you got the money. I will stay here with lover boy and keep him company”. “I will, and Jim? Thanks you dead beat fuckup!” Tiffany left the room. Leslie climbed off of Jim and strolled around in her stocking getup. “I may just have to make you my slave after today.” Several minutes passed until the hotel phone rang. It was Tiffany and she had the money. “You responded so well to my therapy”, Leslie stated. Jim just asked “can you please, please, let me go now? You have the money”. “Not yet, Leslie stated. “We have one more piece of business. I certainly cannot let you leave with your cock in this state. But I think we may need the gag again.” “Oh n…..” muttered Jim, as the gag went in easily after his ordeal. Leslie climbed back up and took her seat. “You know, my technique is unbearable because it does not allow release, only over-stimulation. But to show you I am not totally evil, I will give you that release now. You have earned it”. Leslie then began to massage his cock in both directions. After just a minute, Leslie could feel his body undulating as males do when they ejaculate, she picked up speed causing Jim to moan loudly. She grabbed a medical sample jar and held it over the hole of his dick. “Cum like a good boy” she whispered as Jim dump multiple load shots into the container. “Now I have the second part of my evidence if you try any shit. But just to make sure you were listening”. Leslie then began to feverishly work his now extremely sensitive cock head. Jim immediately went back into hysterics. Leslie knew that this was one hundred times worst after orgasm and she had no plans of letting up. She would stop just short of Jim passing out, and then would start back up.
Jim began to pray for help between his cream.. He now knows what Hell on Earth really is.
Leslie laughed and said with an evil grin as she worked his spent, overly sensitive cock, “Don’t worry baby. I have plenty more Viagra”.
