“How was your breakfast today Mistress?”
Cassidy asked as she collected the used plates and empty glasses from the breakfast
table.
“Excellent as always Princess.” Heather replied, not looking up from her morning paper.
“Thank you Mistress.” Cassidy replied as she finished cleaning off the table.
As she walked away the click-clack of her heels drew Heather’s attention and she lowered
her paper to take in the sight before her. It had been almost two weeks since she had first
brought Cassidy to her cabin in the woods and as she let her eyes wander her slave’s perfect
form she silently praised herself. As was routine by now Cassidy was wore her maid uniform
while she performed her daily household duties, her blonde hair was pulled back into a
tight ponytail with her thick blonde curls bouncing as she walked and a frilly black tiara
decorating the top of her head. A matching strapless, frilly black top hung off her shoulders
with her frilly black skirt, short enough to expose her bare bottom and pussy (as Heather no
longer permitted her to wear underwear), a small white apron, black thigh-highs and matching
black heels completed her ensemble.
Although her attire was utterly humiliating to a conservative girl like Cassidy, she was thankful
for any opportunity she was given to wear it as her only other alternative was no clothing at all.
And although her clothing, or lack of, came and went her black leather, diamond studded dog
collar remained except for bath time. A small gold heart with the name “Princess” dangled from
the collar, creating a slight jingle with every step Cassidy took.
As Heather watched her sexy slave do the dishes a mischevious smile spread across her face.
Putting down her paper and slowly walking up behind Cassidy Heather turned the water off
and began to massage Cassidy’s shoulders.
“You’ve been a good girl lately, haven’t you Princess?” Heather asked, lightly kissing the back
of her slave’s neck.
“Yes Mistress.” Cassidy replied meekly.
Although having sex with Heather and being constantly fondled were also part of her daily
routine, Cassidy was not yet fully comfortable with the physical attention her mistress heaped
upon her every chance she got.
“We both have a busy day ahead of us today, don’t we slave?” Heather said.
“Y-yes Mistress.” Cassidy breathed as she felt herself fall back into Heather’s embrace.
“But I think we have some time to play a little first, don’t you agree?” Heather said as
she traced her index finger down Cassidy’s spine.
“Yes Mistress.” Cassidy replied as she closed her eyes and sighed.
Any chance for a break from her daily chores was welcome, and Cassidy hoped she
would be allowed to take a nap after Heather finished “playing” with her. However,
today Heather was in the mood for a different kind of “playtime” as Cassidy suddenly
felt the embrace of cold steel around her wrists and the “click” of handcuffs being
locked into place. Confused, Cassidy spun around and her expression of fear and
confusion was greeted by Heather’s cold, sadistic smile.
“I-I don’t understand Mistress…” Cassidy stammered.
“It’s been awhile since we’ve spent time in the playroom, hasn’t it Princess?” Heather
replied, licking her lips.
Cassidy’s eyes went wide with fear and she began to struggle.
“No! Please no Mistress! I’ve been a good girl; you told me I’ve been a good girl! Please,
PLEASE, don’t do this to me!” Cassidy begged as she felt tears begin to well up inside her
eyes.
“You have been a good girl slave” Heather replied as she clipped a black leather leash
to Cassidy’s collar, “And if you want to continue to be a good girl I suggest you behave.”
Tears fell down Cassidy’s cheeks as she hung her head, she knew she had no choice.
“Y-yes Mistress.” Cassidy mumbled as she was led back down to the dungeon once
again.
The cold air of the “playroom” washed over Cassidy as she was led inside while
Heather turned on the lights.
“So what toy should we play with today Princess?” Heather asked as she scanned
the room, her eyes darting from one horrible bondage device to another.
Finally settling on a thick, sturdy set of mahogany wood stocks Heather smiled.
“When was the last time you were in the stocks Cass?” Heather said, giving a slight
tug on Cassidy’s leash.
A look of complete terror exploded on Cassidy’s face and she became frantic at the
thought of what Heather was going to do to her.
“Please no Mistress! Please, please, please no! Don’t do this to me! I’ll be good!
I’ll lick you for as long as you want, I promise! I’ll do my chores better I swear! Just
please don’t put me in there! PLEASE! I’m begging you Mistress! I’ve been a good
girl, please don’t!”
Amused as her slave’s frantic pleading, Heather walked over and scooped up the
small, struggling girl in her arms, placing her on the soft cushioned seat of the
stocks. Cassidy was now bawling, her mascara running down her cheeks freely.
She had many memories of being in this position, none of them good, all of them
traumatic. Without a doubt, Cassidy feared the stocks more than any of Heather’s
other “toys.”
“No! No no no, please no! Don’t do this, please don’t do this! You can use any of
the others Mistress, I’ll be good, just please don’t do this to me!!” Cassidy wailed
as Heather quickly locked her ankles into the padded slots.
“You’re making this harder than it has to be Princess.” Heather taunted as she
pulled Cassidy’s bound arms through a slot in the back of the stocks and buckled
thick leather straps across her chest and tummy.
Slipping off Cassidy’s black heels Heather took in the scent of lavender that was
used every time Cassidy bathed. Heather stared at the small, soft, tender feet
wiggling in black stockings before her. Cassidy was almost hyperventilating at
this point. The cool air of the playroom caressing her feet, Cassidy looked at the
hungry expression on her Mistress’s face and realized that whatever was about
to happen to her was going to leave another scar on her memory.
“Something just occurred to me Cass, we’ve never played while you were wearing
stockings before have we?” Heather said with a sadistic arch of her eyebrow.
Laying out her tools on a small table to her left, Heather placed them in plain
view of her terrified slave. Cassidy could see them and each item made her pulse
race all the quicker: baby oil, feathers and a small plastic brush. Heather clearly
preferred the basics, but to Cassidy it didn’t matter as her feet suffered regardless.
“Okay, almost ready.” Heather sang as she tied a large black scarf around Cassidy’s
eyes.
“Please, please Mistress don’t do this…I’m begging you…” Cassidy wept.
“Shush little one.” Heather replied, planting small kiss on Cassidy’s cheek.
Unable to see Cassidy had no idea when the torment would start and continued to
breathe quickly, babbling for mercy as she waited in darkness.
“Please, please please please please….EEEP!” Cassidy jumped as she felt the
soft kiss of Heather’s feather on the sole of her right foot.
“NO! NO NO NO! NO DON’T!! DON’T DO THAT MISTRESAAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH!”
Cassidy begged before being overcome with forced laughter.
“Cootchie cootchie coo Princess.” Heather sang sadistically as her feather danced
up and down Cassidy’s helpless sole.
“NNYAYAHHAAHAHAHANOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHPLEAHA”
Cassidy wailed, hysterical laughter flowing freely now.
“Laugh for me cutie, just laugh…” Heather taunted as she picked up another
feather and began to torment Cassidy’s left foot as well.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Looks like the stockings make your feet even more sensitive huh Cass?”
“PLEAAHAHAHAHAHAHAPLEAHHAAMISTREHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHNOHAHAHAHAHAH”
“If you didn’t like it Cass you wouldn’t be laughing…”
“STAAAAHHAPPAHAHAHAHAHAHSTAPPPHAHAHAHAHAHAHPLEAAHAHAHAAHAHAHA”
Just as sudden as she started, Heather stopped her torment of Cassidy’s poor feet.
The assault had lasted only ten minutes, but to Cassidy it was an eternity.
Looking up Heather smiled a wicked smile full of satisfaction. Cassidy slumped in her
bondage, her frilly tiara hanging down across her forehead, her face bright red and
her chest heaved against the straps that held her hostage. Panting and gulping down
as much air as she could Cassidy again tried to plead with her mistress.
“P-puh-please…p-please Mistress no more, no more... I-I can’t take anymore please
have mercy. P-please no more, please Mistress…”
“You know what?” Heather replied, ignoring her slave’s calls for mercy, “I wonder
which would tickle you more: bare feet or the stockings. Let’s test it out shall we?”
Grabbing a pair of scissors from the small table Heather cut a hole in the stocking
on Cassidy’s left foot and ripped it right open, exposing Cassidy’s soft, creamy
white sole. Reaching over Heather then grabbed the baby oil and poured some
on her hands and then began to rub it onto Cassidy’s exposed sole.
“No please no not the oil Mistress, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!! Please let me go
Mistress, please let me go…” Cassidy sobbed.
“Okay let’s begin the test” Heather replied, picking up the plastic brush and
touching it to Cassidy’s bare foot.
“NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO…” Cassidy babbled.
“Here we go!” Heather laughed as she began raking the brush up and down
Cassidy’s helpless foot from heel to toes.
“NYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHNOAHAHAHAHAHAHNOOHAHAHAHAHAH
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHPLEAHAHAHHPELAHHAHAHAHMISTREAHAHAHAHAHAHA
NOOOHAHAHAHAHANOHAHAHAHHAHAPLEAHAHHAPLEAHAHAPLEAHAHAHAHAHHA!
HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHNOOOHAHAHAHAHAHA”
“Ooooh I see you still love my little brush, don’t you Cass?” Heather teased as she
held Cassidy’s toes back and raked the brush faster and faster.
“PLEAHAHAHHAHAHAHPELAHHAHAHAHANOOMORRHAHAHAHAHANOMOREAHAHAH
PLEAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHMISTEAAHAHAHAHILLHAHAHAHAILBHAHAHAHGOODAHAHAHAH
PLEAAHAHAHAHAHAHPLEAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!!”
Lost in the lust of Cassidy’s soft, tender foot and her lovely laughter Heather continued
brushing her foot until Cassidy began to wheeze and cough. Not wanting her slave to
pass out Heather regretfully ended her torment once again, looking at her watch
Heather noticed it had been almost twenty five minutes.
Looking up at Cassidy Heather laughed out loud. Cassidy was openly sobbing,
her hair was plastered to her bright red face and forehead. Thick trails of mascara
trailed down her cheeks and a bright sheen of sweat could be seen on her neck
and chest. Coughing between sobs Cassidy’s chest heaved up and down , trying
desperately to fill her lungs with oxygen, so hard Heather thought she might
break through the leather straps holding her down.
“*Sob* Stop…p-please Mistress stop, please *sob* please no more…” Cassidy bawled.
“Just relax Princess, we’re not quite finished yet.” Heather said as she pulled out a
ball of twine and began cutting segments and laying them out on the table.
“But before we continue I have some adjustments to make.” Heather continued.
“A-adjustments?” Cassidy replied, her voice broken and trembling.
“Yes dear, your little feet are wiggling around far too much I’m afraid.” Heather stated.
“Oh please *sob* please not that Mistress *sob* please…”
“Until you learn to keep your little tootsies still Cassie, I’m afraid it’s necessary.” Heather
replied in a very nonchalant manner.
Taking the pieces of twine one by one Heather tightly tied Cassidy’s toes to the ringlets
above the stocks. Pulling them taught Heather made sure they were tight enough that
Cassidy would not be able to wiggle her feet. Satisfied with her work, Heather picked
up two feathers and prepared to go back to work.
“Shall we continue darling?” Heather cooed.
Unable to keep her composure any longer Cassidy lost it and began to frantically and
desperately thrash in her bondage, trying her hardest to free herself.
“NOOO!! NO PLEASE NO MORE MISTRESS!!! PLEASE!! PLEASE I’M A GOOD GIRL!!! I’VE
BEEN A GOOD GIRL PLEASE LET ME GOO!!! I’LL DO ANYTHING, ANYTHING YOU WANT
JUST PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE STOP!!! PLEASE MISTRESS!!! I’LL LICK YOUR PUSSY, I’LL DO
IT AS MUCH AS YOU WANT!! I’LL LICK YOUR ASS, I’LL COOK YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT
I’LL LET YOU BEAT ME, YOU CAN WHIP ME, BURN ME *ANYTHING* JUST PLEASE PLEASE
PLEASE DON’T TICKLE ME ANYMORE PLEASE!!!!!”
“Hmmm…you’re becoming far too noisy Cass.” Heather replied coldly.
“PLEASE MISTRESS PLEASE!!!! WE CAN GO TO MY ROOM, YOU CAN FUCK ME
AS MUCH AS YOU WANT, YOU CAN FUCK ME IN MY ASS IF YOU WANT, YOU
CAN DO ANYTHING!!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEA…MMPHHHHHH!!!!”
“Will you SHUT UP!” Heather hissed as she cut Cassidy off by shoving an
extremely large ball gag deep into her mouth. Buckling the straps tightly
Cassidy moaned in pain into her gag as she had now lost her privilege to
speak.
“Of course I can do anything I want with you Cass, I’m your Mistress
remember? If I want to fuck your ass, I’ll do it. If I want you to eat my
pussy for ten hours, you’ll do it. If I want you to sit there and laugh your
ass off for hours and hours, YOU WILL FUCKING DO IT! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”
Heather roared, her tone causing Cassidy to jump.
Cassidy knew she was in trouble now. She had been on her best behavior
lately and had done her very best to not invoke Heather’s wrath, but today
she had really dropped the ball. But she couldn’t help it, it was because of
Heather she had developed such a severe phobia to tickling. She would get
panic attacks at the slightest poke of her ribs and would often have nightmares
of the torment she had endured at the hands of her mistress.
Cassidy slumped in her bondage, broken she sobbed uncontrollably as fresh
tears traced the mascara trail left from Heather’s previous assault. Drool
dripped freely down her chin and onto her chest as she cried harder than she
had ever cried before.
“There there sweetheart, I’m sorry for yelling but seriously Cass you can be
so fucking annoying sometimes. But regardless, I hate seeing you cry so let’s
cheer you up shall we?”
Heather said as she began to feather Cassidy’s now immobilized feet.
“Now, pay attention Princess, I want you to tell me which tickles more okay?
The stocking or your bare foot alright?” Heather taunted as she picked up
the pace.
“NNNMMMPHHH! MMMPLLMMPHHHH! MMPPHHHHHHH!!!!!!” Cassidy
wailed into her gag.
The unbearable ticklish sensations bringing her body back to life Cassidy
thrashed as much as she could in her bondage, desperately trying to avoid
the feathers’ ticklish touch. Another twenty minutes later and Cassidy
lost control of her bladder, the scent of fresh urine filling the room and
making Heather tickle her even harder. Dropping the feathers Heather
began raking her well-manicured nails up and down Cassidy’s bare and
stocking covered feet, digging into her arches and scribbling patterns into
the balls of her feet. Cassidy began to cry in between fits of hysterical
laughter.
“*SOB* MMMPHLLLPMMPHHHHH!!! *SOB* *SOB* MMMNNNPHHHPHMPHH!!”
Heather continued to tickle Cassidy’s feet until the poor girl slumped into her
bondage, unable to fight anymore and laid there crying. She continued to to
tickle Cassidy’s feet until her wrists cramped and her fingers became sore and
when her hands were too tired to tickle, she began to nibble and lick the soles
of Cassidy’s feet until the familiar ring of her cell phone brought her out of her
tickle lust.
Reaching up Heather undid Cassidy’s blindfold and gag, letting the exhausted
girl gulp down fresh air and compose herself while she took the call.
“Hello” Heather answered.
“Reya? It’s been so long, how are you holding up?” Heather continued as
she began undoing the leather straps that held Cassidy pinned to the back
of the stocks and removed her handcuffs as well.
“I know girl I miss her too. It’s been what? Two weeks now? Yeah, I know
how you feel. No no I haven’t heard anything.” Heather continued her
conversation as Cassidy composed herself, wiping the tears from her
face and trying to fix her hair.
In the midst of her recovery Cassidy observed how skilled Heather was at
feigning concern and sadness, truly her mistress was a master liar and skilled
manipulator. Although she could not hear the full conversation Cassidy knew
they were talking about her. As Heather’s conversation dragged on Cassidy’s
feet were untied and freed from the stocks, rolling over onto her back on the
floor Cassidy closed her eyes and continued to breathe deeply. She had learned
her lesson today: Heather’s desires, demands and rules were law and not to
be questioned or pleaded.
“I just feel so bad Reya, y’know what? Let’s have lunch girl.
We haven’t seen each other in months and right now a big
hug and a shoulder to cry on might be just what we need.
Tomorrow at noon? Great I’ll text you the place and directions
okay? Awesome, see you then.”
Heather finished her conversation and tossed her cell phone on the
small table. Crawling over to Cassidy and straddling her slave
Heather leaned down and began to softly kiss her pet’s cheeks and
neck. Cassidy opened her swollen, puffy red eyes and looked up
into Heathers.
“Let’s go clean up Princess, we have a lot to talk about.”
“T-talk about?” Cassidy replied as Heather helped her
exhausted slave to her feet.
“Yes, tomorrow we bring home your new sister slave and we
need to get things planned out.” Heather said matter-of-factly.
“U-umm..Mistress? Are you going to keep your promise? Can we
bring home more than one?” Cassidy replied, a sinister rush
spreading through her body as she imaged the prospect of
Reya sitting in her place in the stocks.
“Actually, I’ve had a change of heart.” Heather replied as Cassidy’s
heart sank.
Turning around, a dark smile was plastered across Heather’s face
as she continued.
“Instead of two…why don’t we just get them all?”
Next Up: Reya is the first welcomed into the "family" and a nosy female detective comes to the cabin
with questions for Heather!
Cassidy asked as she collected the used plates and empty glasses from the breakfast
table.
“Excellent as always Princess.” Heather replied, not looking up from her morning paper.
“Thank you Mistress.” Cassidy replied as she finished cleaning off the table.
As she walked away the click-clack of her heels drew Heather’s attention and she lowered
her paper to take in the sight before her. It had been almost two weeks since she had first
brought Cassidy to her cabin in the woods and as she let her eyes wander her slave’s perfect
form she silently praised herself. As was routine by now Cassidy was wore her maid uniform
while she performed her daily household duties, her blonde hair was pulled back into a
tight ponytail with her thick blonde curls bouncing as she walked and a frilly black tiara
decorating the top of her head. A matching strapless, frilly black top hung off her shoulders
with her frilly black skirt, short enough to expose her bare bottom and pussy (as Heather no
longer permitted her to wear underwear), a small white apron, black thigh-highs and matching
black heels completed her ensemble.
Although her attire was utterly humiliating to a conservative girl like Cassidy, she was thankful
for any opportunity she was given to wear it as her only other alternative was no clothing at all.
And although her clothing, or lack of, came and went her black leather, diamond studded dog
collar remained except for bath time. A small gold heart with the name “Princess” dangled from
the collar, creating a slight jingle with every step Cassidy took.
As Heather watched her sexy slave do the dishes a mischevious smile spread across her face.
Putting down her paper and slowly walking up behind Cassidy Heather turned the water off
and began to massage Cassidy’s shoulders.
“You’ve been a good girl lately, haven’t you Princess?” Heather asked, lightly kissing the back
of her slave’s neck.
“Yes Mistress.” Cassidy replied meekly.
Although having sex with Heather and being constantly fondled were also part of her daily
routine, Cassidy was not yet fully comfortable with the physical attention her mistress heaped
upon her every chance she got.
“We both have a busy day ahead of us today, don’t we slave?” Heather said.
“Y-yes Mistress.” Cassidy breathed as she felt herself fall back into Heather’s embrace.
“But I think we have some time to play a little first, don’t you agree?” Heather said as
she traced her index finger down Cassidy’s spine.
“Yes Mistress.” Cassidy replied as she closed her eyes and sighed.
Any chance for a break from her daily chores was welcome, and Cassidy hoped she
would be allowed to take a nap after Heather finished “playing” with her. However,
today Heather was in the mood for a different kind of “playtime” as Cassidy suddenly
felt the embrace of cold steel around her wrists and the “click” of handcuffs being
locked into place. Confused, Cassidy spun around and her expression of fear and
confusion was greeted by Heather’s cold, sadistic smile.
“I-I don’t understand Mistress…” Cassidy stammered.
“It’s been awhile since we’ve spent time in the playroom, hasn’t it Princess?” Heather
replied, licking her lips.
Cassidy’s eyes went wide with fear and she began to struggle.
“No! Please no Mistress! I’ve been a good girl; you told me I’ve been a good girl! Please,
PLEASE, don’t do this to me!” Cassidy begged as she felt tears begin to well up inside her
eyes.
“You have been a good girl slave” Heather replied as she clipped a black leather leash
to Cassidy’s collar, “And if you want to continue to be a good girl I suggest you behave.”
Tears fell down Cassidy’s cheeks as she hung her head, she knew she had no choice.
“Y-yes Mistress.” Cassidy mumbled as she was led back down to the dungeon once
again.
The cold air of the “playroom” washed over Cassidy as she was led inside while
Heather turned on the lights.
“So what toy should we play with today Princess?” Heather asked as she scanned
the room, her eyes darting from one horrible bondage device to another.
Finally settling on a thick, sturdy set of mahogany wood stocks Heather smiled.
“When was the last time you were in the stocks Cass?” Heather said, giving a slight
tug on Cassidy’s leash.
A look of complete terror exploded on Cassidy’s face and she became frantic at the
thought of what Heather was going to do to her.
“Please no Mistress! Please, please, please no! Don’t do this to me! I’ll be good!
I’ll lick you for as long as you want, I promise! I’ll do my chores better I swear! Just
please don’t put me in there! PLEASE! I’m begging you Mistress! I’ve been a good
girl, please don’t!”
Amused as her slave’s frantic pleading, Heather walked over and scooped up the
small, struggling girl in her arms, placing her on the soft cushioned seat of the
stocks. Cassidy was now bawling, her mascara running down her cheeks freely.
She had many memories of being in this position, none of them good, all of them
traumatic. Without a doubt, Cassidy feared the stocks more than any of Heather’s
other “toys.”
“No! No no no, please no! Don’t do this, please don’t do this! You can use any of
the others Mistress, I’ll be good, just please don’t do this to me!!” Cassidy wailed
as Heather quickly locked her ankles into the padded slots.
“You’re making this harder than it has to be Princess.” Heather taunted as she
pulled Cassidy’s bound arms through a slot in the back of the stocks and buckled
thick leather straps across her chest and tummy.
Slipping off Cassidy’s black heels Heather took in the scent of lavender that was
used every time Cassidy bathed. Heather stared at the small, soft, tender feet
wiggling in black stockings before her. Cassidy was almost hyperventilating at
this point. The cool air of the playroom caressing her feet, Cassidy looked at the
hungry expression on her Mistress’s face and realized that whatever was about
to happen to her was going to leave another scar on her memory.
“Something just occurred to me Cass, we’ve never played while you were wearing
stockings before have we?” Heather said with a sadistic arch of her eyebrow.
Laying out her tools on a small table to her left, Heather placed them in plain
view of her terrified slave. Cassidy could see them and each item made her pulse
race all the quicker: baby oil, feathers and a small plastic brush. Heather clearly
preferred the basics, but to Cassidy it didn’t matter as her feet suffered regardless.
“Okay, almost ready.” Heather sang as she tied a large black scarf around Cassidy’s
eyes.
“Please, please Mistress don’t do this…I’m begging you…” Cassidy wept.
“Shush little one.” Heather replied, planting small kiss on Cassidy’s cheek.
Unable to see Cassidy had no idea when the torment would start and continued to
breathe quickly, babbling for mercy as she waited in darkness.
“Please, please please please please….EEEP!” Cassidy jumped as she felt the
soft kiss of Heather’s feather on the sole of her right foot.
“NO! NO NO NO! NO DON’T!! DON’T DO THAT MISTRESAAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH!”
Cassidy begged before being overcome with forced laughter.
“Cootchie cootchie coo Princess.” Heather sang sadistically as her feather danced
up and down Cassidy’s helpless sole.
“NNYAYAHHAAHAHAHANOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHPLEAHA”
Cassidy wailed, hysterical laughter flowing freely now.
“Laugh for me cutie, just laugh…” Heather taunted as she picked up another
feather and began to torment Cassidy’s left foot as well.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Looks like the stockings make your feet even more sensitive huh Cass?”
“PLEAAHAHAHAHAHAHAPLEAHHAAMISTREHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHNOHAHAHAHAHAH”
“If you didn’t like it Cass you wouldn’t be laughing…”
“STAAAAHHAPPAHAHAHAHAHAHSTAPPPHAHAHAHAHAHAHPLEAAHAHAHAAHAHAHA”
Just as sudden as she started, Heather stopped her torment of Cassidy’s poor feet.
The assault had lasted only ten minutes, but to Cassidy it was an eternity.
Looking up Heather smiled a wicked smile full of satisfaction. Cassidy slumped in her
bondage, her frilly tiara hanging down across her forehead, her face bright red and
her chest heaved against the straps that held her hostage. Panting and gulping down
as much air as she could Cassidy again tried to plead with her mistress.
“P-puh-please…p-please Mistress no more, no more... I-I can’t take anymore please
have mercy. P-please no more, please Mistress…”
“You know what?” Heather replied, ignoring her slave’s calls for mercy, “I wonder
which would tickle you more: bare feet or the stockings. Let’s test it out shall we?”
Grabbing a pair of scissors from the small table Heather cut a hole in the stocking
on Cassidy’s left foot and ripped it right open, exposing Cassidy’s soft, creamy
white sole. Reaching over Heather then grabbed the baby oil and poured some
on her hands and then began to rub it onto Cassidy’s exposed sole.
“No please no not the oil Mistress, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!! Please let me go
Mistress, please let me go…” Cassidy sobbed.
“Okay let’s begin the test” Heather replied, picking up the plastic brush and
touching it to Cassidy’s bare foot.
“NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO…” Cassidy babbled.
“Here we go!” Heather laughed as she began raking the brush up and down
Cassidy’s helpless foot from heel to toes.
“NYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHNOAHAHAHAHAHAHNOOHAHAHAHAHAH
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHPLEAHAHAHHPELAHHAHAHAHMISTREAHAHAHAHAHAHA
NOOOHAHAHAHAHANOHAHAHAHHAHAPLEAHAHHAPLEAHAHAPLEAHAHAHAHAHHA!
HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHNOOOHAHAHAHAHAHA”
“Ooooh I see you still love my little brush, don’t you Cass?” Heather teased as she
held Cassidy’s toes back and raked the brush faster and faster.
“PLEAHAHAHHAHAHAHPELAHHAHAHAHANOOMORRHAHAHAHAHANOMOREAHAHAH
PLEAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHMISTEAAHAHAHAHILLHAHAHAHAILBHAHAHAHGOODAHAHAHAH
PLEAAHAHAHAHAHAHPLEAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!!”
Lost in the lust of Cassidy’s soft, tender foot and her lovely laughter Heather continued
brushing her foot until Cassidy began to wheeze and cough. Not wanting her slave to
pass out Heather regretfully ended her torment once again, looking at her watch
Heather noticed it had been almost twenty five minutes.
Looking up at Cassidy Heather laughed out loud. Cassidy was openly sobbing,
her hair was plastered to her bright red face and forehead. Thick trails of mascara
trailed down her cheeks and a bright sheen of sweat could be seen on her neck
and chest. Coughing between sobs Cassidy’s chest heaved up and down , trying
desperately to fill her lungs with oxygen, so hard Heather thought she might
break through the leather straps holding her down.
“*Sob* Stop…p-please Mistress stop, please *sob* please no more…” Cassidy bawled.
“Just relax Princess, we’re not quite finished yet.” Heather said as she pulled out a
ball of twine and began cutting segments and laying them out on the table.
“But before we continue I have some adjustments to make.” Heather continued.
“A-adjustments?” Cassidy replied, her voice broken and trembling.
“Yes dear, your little feet are wiggling around far too much I’m afraid.” Heather stated.
“Oh please *sob* please not that Mistress *sob* please…”
“Until you learn to keep your little tootsies still Cassie, I’m afraid it’s necessary.” Heather
replied in a very nonchalant manner.
Taking the pieces of twine one by one Heather tightly tied Cassidy’s toes to the ringlets
above the stocks. Pulling them taught Heather made sure they were tight enough that
Cassidy would not be able to wiggle her feet. Satisfied with her work, Heather picked
up two feathers and prepared to go back to work.
“Shall we continue darling?” Heather cooed.
Unable to keep her composure any longer Cassidy lost it and began to frantically and
desperately thrash in her bondage, trying her hardest to free herself.
“NOOO!! NO PLEASE NO MORE MISTRESS!!! PLEASE!! PLEASE I’M A GOOD GIRL!!! I’VE
BEEN A GOOD GIRL PLEASE LET ME GOO!!! I’LL DO ANYTHING, ANYTHING YOU WANT
JUST PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE STOP!!! PLEASE MISTRESS!!! I’LL LICK YOUR PUSSY, I’LL DO
IT AS MUCH AS YOU WANT!! I’LL LICK YOUR ASS, I’LL COOK YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT
I’LL LET YOU BEAT ME, YOU CAN WHIP ME, BURN ME *ANYTHING* JUST PLEASE PLEASE
PLEASE DON’T TICKLE ME ANYMORE PLEASE!!!!!”
“Hmmm…you’re becoming far too noisy Cass.” Heather replied coldly.
“PLEASE MISTRESS PLEASE!!!! WE CAN GO TO MY ROOM, YOU CAN FUCK ME
AS MUCH AS YOU WANT, YOU CAN FUCK ME IN MY ASS IF YOU WANT, YOU
CAN DO ANYTHING!!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEA…MMPHHHHHH!!!!”
“Will you SHUT UP!” Heather hissed as she cut Cassidy off by shoving an
extremely large ball gag deep into her mouth. Buckling the straps tightly
Cassidy moaned in pain into her gag as she had now lost her privilege to
speak.
“Of course I can do anything I want with you Cass, I’m your Mistress
remember? If I want to fuck your ass, I’ll do it. If I want you to eat my
pussy for ten hours, you’ll do it. If I want you to sit there and laugh your
ass off for hours and hours, YOU WILL FUCKING DO IT! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”
Heather roared, her tone causing Cassidy to jump.
Cassidy knew she was in trouble now. She had been on her best behavior
lately and had done her very best to not invoke Heather’s wrath, but today
she had really dropped the ball. But she couldn’t help it, it was because of
Heather she had developed such a severe phobia to tickling. She would get
panic attacks at the slightest poke of her ribs and would often have nightmares
of the torment she had endured at the hands of her mistress.
Cassidy slumped in her bondage, broken she sobbed uncontrollably as fresh
tears traced the mascara trail left from Heather’s previous assault. Drool
dripped freely down her chin and onto her chest as she cried harder than she
had ever cried before.
“There there sweetheart, I’m sorry for yelling but seriously Cass you can be
so fucking annoying sometimes. But regardless, I hate seeing you cry so let’s
cheer you up shall we?”
Heather said as she began to feather Cassidy’s now immobilized feet.
“Now, pay attention Princess, I want you to tell me which tickles more okay?
The stocking or your bare foot alright?” Heather taunted as she picked up
the pace.
“NNNMMMPHHH! MMMPLLMMPHHHH! MMPPHHHHHHH!!!!!!” Cassidy
wailed into her gag.
The unbearable ticklish sensations bringing her body back to life Cassidy
thrashed as much as she could in her bondage, desperately trying to avoid
the feathers’ ticklish touch. Another twenty minutes later and Cassidy
lost control of her bladder, the scent of fresh urine filling the room and
making Heather tickle her even harder. Dropping the feathers Heather
began raking her well-manicured nails up and down Cassidy’s bare and
stocking covered feet, digging into her arches and scribbling patterns into
the balls of her feet. Cassidy began to cry in between fits of hysterical
laughter.
“*SOB* MMMPHLLLPMMPHHHHH!!! *SOB* *SOB* MMMNNNPHHHPHMPHH!!”
Heather continued to tickle Cassidy’s feet until the poor girl slumped into her
bondage, unable to fight anymore and laid there crying. She continued to to
tickle Cassidy’s feet until her wrists cramped and her fingers became sore and
when her hands were too tired to tickle, she began to nibble and lick the soles
of Cassidy’s feet until the familiar ring of her cell phone brought her out of her
tickle lust.
Reaching up Heather undid Cassidy’s blindfold and gag, letting the exhausted
girl gulp down fresh air and compose herself while she took the call.
“Hello” Heather answered.
“Reya? It’s been so long, how are you holding up?” Heather continued as
she began undoing the leather straps that held Cassidy pinned to the back
of the stocks and removed her handcuffs as well.
“I know girl I miss her too. It’s been what? Two weeks now? Yeah, I know
how you feel. No no I haven’t heard anything.” Heather continued her
conversation as Cassidy composed herself, wiping the tears from her
face and trying to fix her hair.
In the midst of her recovery Cassidy observed how skilled Heather was at
feigning concern and sadness, truly her mistress was a master liar and skilled
manipulator. Although she could not hear the full conversation Cassidy knew
they were talking about her. As Heather’s conversation dragged on Cassidy’s
feet were untied and freed from the stocks, rolling over onto her back on the
floor Cassidy closed her eyes and continued to breathe deeply. She had learned
her lesson today: Heather’s desires, demands and rules were law and not to
be questioned or pleaded.
“I just feel so bad Reya, y’know what? Let’s have lunch girl.
We haven’t seen each other in months and right now a big
hug and a shoulder to cry on might be just what we need.
Tomorrow at noon? Great I’ll text you the place and directions
okay? Awesome, see you then.”
Heather finished her conversation and tossed her cell phone on the
small table. Crawling over to Cassidy and straddling her slave
Heather leaned down and began to softly kiss her pet’s cheeks and
neck. Cassidy opened her swollen, puffy red eyes and looked up
into Heathers.
“Let’s go clean up Princess, we have a lot to talk about.”
“T-talk about?” Cassidy replied as Heather helped her
exhausted slave to her feet.
“Yes, tomorrow we bring home your new sister slave and we
need to get things planned out.” Heather said matter-of-factly.
“U-umm..Mistress? Are you going to keep your promise? Can we
bring home more than one?” Cassidy replied, a sinister rush
spreading through her body as she imaged the prospect of
Reya sitting in her place in the stocks.
“Actually, I’ve had a change of heart.” Heather replied as Cassidy’s
heart sank.
Turning around, a dark smile was plastered across Heather’s face
as she continued.
“Instead of two…why don’t we just get them all?”
Next Up: Reya is the first welcomed into the "family" and a nosy female detective comes to the cabin
with questions for Heather!
