Ulrika and Karl were a quite special couple. They lived in a large mansion in northern Sweden, in a very remote area. She was 46, long blonde hair, blue eyes, 6 foot tall, a voluptuous woman with very large breasts and bottom, yet with thin arms and a flat tummy. He was 23, dark hair, green eyes, 5’8, with an athletic body. They had met on a BDSM site. Ulrika had a severe tickling fetish and was looking for a young submissive man to collar and own lifetime. Her fetish came from her childhood when she was tickle tortured almost every day for years by her older brother. Ulrika was insanely, desperately ticklish, especially under her arms, and her brother used to pin her down and tickle her armpits mercilessly holding her arms over the head with his knees. At age 43, when she joined the BDSM site, she realized she really wanted to have a sort of tickle slave to collar and own for life. A young boy who was insanely ticklish under the arms and somewhat resembled her older brother, who had moved to Australia and with whom she had had no contact anymore for many years.
Karl, on the other hand, joined the same BDSM site looking for an older dominant woman who would resemble his aunt with whom he had lived with for many years after both his parents passed away when he was 12. His aunt used tickling as punishment on him as he was extremely, desperately ticklish, especially under the arms. He got tickled almost every day for years by his aunt under the arms, often with the use of bondage as well. Growing up Karl developed a phobia for even having his armpits touched, he was always afraid to raise his arms, even in school if he had a question for the teacher. When he was 20 and grown up, he realized his phobia was really affecting his life and came to the point of thinking the only way to get rid of it was to be tied up securely and be tickled intensely by an expert female tickler, hoping he would get used to it. He also liked the idea of a D/s relationship with an older woman as his experience of being tickled often even in bondage when he was younger made him quite submissive, and so did Ulrika about having a D/s relationship with a younger man.
So, when they started talking it came evident to both of them that they would have been a great match. Karl lived in southern Sweden though, and after a few months spend chatting online they decided to meet up. Karl was to go visit Ulrika and stay at her mansion for a week. While chatting online they really got into the idea of having a long term, possibly lifetime M/s relationship, even with the signing of a slavery contract.
Ulrika went to pick Karl up at the nearest airport. They really liked each other in person. Karl was amazed at how gorgeous Ulrika was, she looked a lot younger than her age, her body very fit and so curvy, her long blonde hair and blue eyes made her stunning, even though she had a very serious look in her eyes and a conservative appearance, wearing glasses and talking with a very serious, calm voice. Ulrika really liked Karl as well, he looked very fit, athletic, with a handsome face. It was so emotional meeting up in person they both shivered. During the ride home, which took over two hours as Ulrika’s mansion was in a sparsely populated, remote area, they hardly talked.
As they arrived Ulrika showed Karl the mansion which he thought to be very nice. They didn’t talk about tickling at all, they had dinner, some wine, sat on the couch and started kissing passionately which led to very exciting love making . Karl was in heaven, Ulrika was so beautiful, so sensual. He really wanted to be with her for the rest of his life no matter what and he told her that. That is what Ulrika was hoping to hear from him, as she told him the only way to make sure he would always be with her was to sign the slavery contract. Karl looked hesitant, he felt a little scared. After that they started talking about tickling, Ulrika tried to tickle his armpits but Karl shut his arms and screamed, he really could not take it. Ulrika shivered at seeing how desperately ticklish Karl was under the arms. She started talking him into being tied as the only way he could be tickled under the arms, that it would help him get rid of his phobia. At first Karl wanted to run away, he thought this was crazy, his worst nightmare. But when Ulrika asked him if he really wanted to get cured from his phobia he whispered “yes”. She first had him remove his shirt and then she took two pair of leather cuffs from the nightstand drawer and secured Karl spread eagle to the bed with them attached to the bed posts. She took a soft feather and very lightly stroked Karl’s right armpit with it. The reaction to that was much more than she could have ever expected. Karl let an almost inhuman sounding scream and immediately after exploded with the loudest, most desperate laughter Ulrika had ever heard. She tickled his armpit for about 10-15 seconds before stopping. Her eyes filled with delight and excitement, she couldn’t believe how insanely, horribly ticklish Karl’s armpits were. She didn’t want to scare him with too much tickling before he’d sign the contract, and in a soothing, yet serious voice, sounding very sensual as well, she told him it was going to be ok, that he would cure him from his phobia , that he just needed to trust her, that she loved him so much and that anything it would do to him was out of love for him. She kissed him passionately and rode him again. As he was about to orgasm she asked him “are you going to sign the contract my love?” and he answered “yessssssss”.
She read the contract to him, it was pretty much a standard slavery contract where he was to obey to everything she said, a 24/7, TPE kind of contract. With the exception of the tickling paragraph which read: “Owner Ulrika has the right to tie and tickle slave Karl for as long and as often she desires, with no limitations to it whatsoever, as this is also intended as therapy for curing slave Karl from his severe tickling phobia”. Karl shivered at hearing this last paragraph, Ulrika untied his right hand and gave him a pen and said “here you go sweet little Karl, smiling at him and kissing him again”. Karl felt lightheaded, and without thinking twice he signed the slavery contract.
As soon as Karl signed the contract Ulrika’s expression on her face changed. It became very serious, with a very serious look in her eyes. She relocked Karl’s right hand in the leather cuff attached at bed posts and told him she really was going to take care of his phobia. “You have to be tickled under the arms in very secure bondage for hours each day Karl, as we discussed many times before both you and I know it is the only way for you to get rid of your phobia, it may take years but I am sure you’ll finally get rid of it”. Karl whispered “yes”. Ulrika suddenly started lightly scratching his armpits with her nails and in between Karl’s desperate screams of laughter told him to always end his answers with “Mistress Ulrika”, and then she stopped. Karl said catching his breath “yes Mistress Ulrika”. She then started tickling him again very gently and lightly, yet methodically and nonstop right in the center of his underarms with her nails, with the most serious expression he had ever seen on her face. Once in a while she would say “laugh…..Karl…..laugh” as her tickle slave was being tickled under the arms out of his mind and laughing desperately all the time. It went on like that well deep into the night, around 4 am she finally untied him and the fell asleep in each other’s arms.
The following morning as they woke up Ulrika told Karl to get up and follow her downstairs. She opened a door she didn’t open yet the day before when she showed him the mansion. There was a staircase going down, they walked downstairs until they reached a very large and thick wooden door. Ulrika opened it with a large key, turning it several times. She said “I wanted to show you this Karl, I made it in the last few months while we were chatting online”. Ulrika stepped in and turned on the light. Karl entered the room and was in disbelief. The room looked like a replica of a medieval dungeon. There was a large wooden rack in the middle of the room complete with a cranking wheel. Then there was a sturdy X frame in one corner, a T cross in the opposite corner, a bondage bed with several rings alongside, plus spreader bars, leather cuffs, mittens and arm binders hanging from the ceiling each with matching spreader bar bolted in the floor, and shackles built in one wall. “Here is where we will carry out your therapy Karl” said Ulrika with a very serious voice and expression on her face. “Y-yes Mistress Ulrika” is all Karl was able to say. She told him to take off his shirt and stand under the leather mittens hanging from the ceiling (she didn’t want to put him in the heavier pieces of bondage device yet, getting him there gradually). She locked his hands in the mittens, but she tied his arms at the elbows with some rope as well, so his arms would be totally stretched and immobile. She then locked his ankles in the spreader bard bolted on the floor under the mittens.
She stood behind him and whispered in his ears “are you ready Karl?”. Karl shivered and got scared, he now wanted to run away, he thought it was crazy he had signed the contract, it was crazy he had put himself in such a situation. He tried to say that he was not sure anymore he really wanted this, but Ulrika showed him the contract and told him it was way too late, but also not to worry as this was for his own good, that he would be cured from his phobia, and went on a while explaining to him why he had to be tickled under the arms. When she was done explaining it to Karl she asked him again with a very serious voice “are you ready Karl?”. Karl whispered “y-yes Mistess Ulrika”. She stepped behind him and started scratching his armpits ever so gently right in the centers with just her index fingers nails. Karl felt like he was being electrocuted, he scream loudly, pulled desperately with all strength at the bondage he was in (he could not move his arms at all due to the elbows being tied together) and finally exploded with hysterical, desperate laughter. Ulrika was totally amazed at how ticklish Karl was under the arms. He had told her he was insanely ticklish there, but she would have never thought he was actually this ticklish. Her face got even more serious and for the next hour she just kept lightly and gently scratching Karl under the arms with all her fingers, sometimes spider tickling them, sometimes just scratching the very centers. The dungeon kept echoing continuously with Karl’s desperate screams of tortured laughter. Once in a while she would whisper in his ears “laugh…..Karl…..laugh” or “coochie coochie coochie cooo” (just like her brother used to verbally tease her when he tickled her as a child) which made him laugh even more desperately, she also said things like “this is going to be so good for you Karl” and when he tried to beg her to stop she would say “you’ll be cured Karl” or “you have to be tickled under the arms Karl” “coochie coochie coochie cooooo” and “tickle tickle tickle”. Ulrika was tickling Karl’s armpits with wild abandon, in a trance, completely ignoring his begging and desperate tortured laughter, like a fanatic priestess administering such special ritual to her adept/slave. Only then Karl realized how serious this was going to be and in what situation he had put himself in by signing the contract. When Ulrika finally stopped she told him she was very impressed with his ticklishness under the arms and that she was sure he would be cured from it. She also told him he would be kept in the dungeon most of the time, at night restrained to the bondage bed, and that he would be tickled under the arms restrained to the various bondage devices for a minimum of eight hours a day. She also told him one weekend a month she would be gone all weekend and that he was free from being tickled during that time, but he was supposed to clean the house and do other chores. He was never allowed to leave the house anyway and he would be locked in the house with enough food when she was gone for that weekend a month (the house had bars on the windows making it impossible to leave, besides without a car it was impossible to go anywhere as the mansion was miles and miles away from the next house).
Three years had passed. Karl had been tickled under the arms regularly every day (except for one weekend a month). Soon Ulrika noticed he would get aroused by being tickled under the arms, so she made him wear a chastity device all the time not only when he was tickled to avoid unpleasant accidents, and that made the tickle torture much worse for him. She would often tease him with her gorgeous, curvy body, she hardly would let him see her very large breasts bare, but wearing way too short bras or shirts, and often walking with just a G string showing her fleshy round bottom. She told him it was not good to have sex often as the therapy would not work otherwise, chastity was a much better condition in order to be cured. She would allow him release once every 2-3 months. But she had an orgasm every time she tickled him under the arms, as she had such a deep fetish for it and adored how desperately ticklish Karl was under the arms.
Karl had wondered many times where Ulrika would go every month for a whole weekend and when he tried to ask her that she would say she was not going to tell him where she went exactly, but it was enough for him to know she was seeing someone who helped her a lot, a sort of psychiatrist. If he only knew….
Friday morning Ulrika woke up Karl who was restrained to the bondage bed in the dungeon by lightly stroking his armpits. He woke up laughing. She tickled him under the arms for a long hour while, as usual, explaining to him why he had to be tickled under the arms, and telling him to try not to laugh so hard and so desperately, that he needed many more years of treatment because he was so intensely ticklish under the arms. All with a very serious voice and expression on her face and eyes. She never even smiled when she tickled him, she always wore a very serious face, eyes lost in a trance like a fanatic priestess, showing absolutely no mercy to Karl’s begging and desperate screams of helpless laughter. When Karl was laughing the most desperately she would just whisper “laugh….Karl….laugh” and just keep on tickling his armpits relentlessly with an even more serious expression on her face.
After over an hour she stopped. She deeply sighed and told Karl she was off for the weekend while untying him. She gave him a list of chores he was to do during her leave. She packed a little suitcase kissed Karl, sighed deeply again and left locking the house door behind her.
She drove about an hour towards the mountains until she took a small road winding up until a large mansion hidden in between the mountains in an even more remote area than her mansion was. She parked car and knocked at the door. A young goth looking girl opened the door and welcomed her in. The girl told Ulrika to go to her room and get ready as “Tony is waiting for you downstairs”. Ulrika got in the room she usually had there, got undressed completely except for a red G string. She looked stunning, so tall, long blonde hair, blue eyes, with such large breasts topped with very large areolas, long legs and a very fleshy, sexy bottom. She came out of the room and went downstairs, her breasts and buns jiggling and bouncing with every step. Tony was sitting on a couch and warmly greated her. She sat next to him and they started to talk.
Tony was 51, good looking with brown hair and green eyes, quite shorter than Ulrika. He had a severe ticklish fetish just like Ulrika, he adored ticklish armpits. He owned the goth girl who opened the door for Ulrika. Her name was Malin, she was 22, goth looks, black hair, green eyes, very pale skin, very skinny with very deep hollowed insanely ticklish armpits. She was Tony’s tickle slave. They also had met on a BDSM site, the same one Ulrika had met Karl on. She had been Tony’s tickle slave for the last two years.
Ulrika also met Tony on that BDSM site they had been friends for over five years. They really got into deep discussions about tickling as they both had a severe fetish for it. Tony was 100% a tickler, while Ulrika 90% only, as sometimes she felt the urge of being tickled herself, reenacting what happened when she was a child. It was coming from deep down her psyche. It had always been more like a fantasy until she met Tony who talked her into experiencing it for real, and she trusted him for being a very skilled tickler who knew her very well too. So they agreed Ulrika would spend a whole weekend a month in Tony’s mansion being his tickle slave.
Tony knew about Karl and as they were sitting on the couch he asked Ulrika how it was going with him. Ulrika said she was very happy with his extreme ticklishness under the arms. The conversation was very serious. Tony finally got up and told Ulrika to follow him. They headed for a staircase leading downstairs in the basement. There Tony had built a fully equipped medieval style dungeon, much like the one Ulrika had in her own house. As soon as they got downstairs Tony put a collar around Ulrika’s neck, she was now his tickle slave for the whole weekend.
They entered the dungeon and Tony locked the door behind them. He asked Ulrika to one corner of the Dungeon where there was a large, sturdy, wooden, T cross. They both had a very serious expression on their faces. Tony first restrained Ulrika’s long legs to the wooden vertical part of the cross. They were tied together securely with ropes at the ankles, above and below the knees and at the thighs making them completely immobile. Then he put a belt around her tummy to secure her midriff. Finally he carefully restrained Ulrika’s arms to the horizontal portion of the T cross. Her wrists were locked into leather cuffs at the extremities of the cross, and her arms were restrained very securely with two additional leather straps below her elbows and two more above her elbows. Her arms were stretched immobile out to the sides, making the hollows of her armpit even deeper as they normally were very deep already. Her large, bare breasts hanging free, still wearing glasses and hair piled up in a conservative bun. Tony asked her with a very serious voice: “how bad have you been tickling Karl’s underarms?”. Ulrika shivered and said “very badly, I really torture him, I can’t get enough of tickling him under the arms, I am getting more and more sadistic with him”. Tony then said “I am glad you found him, I am very happy with Malin as well, her underarms are deliciously, desperately ticklish, and you know how much I love that”. They looked deeply into each other’s eyes. Then Tony said with a serious voice “are you ready?”. Ulrika shivered and said “please not like last time, OMG why do I get into this, I truly hate it”. But deep down inside she was dying with anticipation. Tony looked deeply into her eyes and with an even more serious voice asked again “are you ready Ulrika?”. She closed her eyes and whispered “yes I am ready” and sighed deeply.
Tony started to scratch both underarms with just his index fingers, very lightly and gently. As soon as his fingers made contact with the skin right in the center of her armpits Ulrika let an inhuman scream like she was being electrocuted or even burned with a hot iron. She clenched her fists, screamed “Nooooooooooooooo” at the top of her lungs, wildly pulled at the restraints that were holding her arms immobile, shooked her head violently and finally exploded with desperate, hysterical, very loud laughter while throwing her head back making it rest on the horizontal portion of the T cross.
What followed was twenty minutes of nonstop gentle, light scratching of Ulrika’s armpits which caused her continuous fits of uncontrollable, unstoppable, desperate laughter. Laughing was the only relief to it as her body was restrained completely immobile. Her hands clenched in a tight fist, her head either shaking wildly or thrown back while laughing hysterically. Tony had a very serious expression in his eyes and face, he was totally relentless and merciless tickling her under the arms methodically and nonstop. Once in a while he would whisper “laugh….Ulrika….laugh”, which would make her laugh even more desperately. She was really being tickle tortured, she was so horribly ticklish under the arms, pure torture for her to be tickled there. And Tony was a very skilled, expert tickler, making her torture the worst possible. When he finally chanted “coochie coochie coochie cooooo” while all his fingers started spider tickling her armpits Ulrika thought she was going to lose her mind and die of laughter right there and then, but she didn’t die, she laughed instead like she was possessed by the devil, screams of desperate laughter were forced out of her mouth, the T cross shaking wildly but still holding her body immobile as she pulled at the restraints with all the desperate strength she had. It was very frustrating to have her arms tied that way, out to the sides, not far from being able to shut them still open enough to be tickled under the arms mercilessly, and with the hollows even deeper which felt even more ticklish in that position. In her maddening continuous laughter she heard Tony say again “laugh….Ulrika….laugh”. Tears of laughter streaming down her face. Tony drilled her armpits with his wiggling fingers for several minutes driving her to the edge of madness and insanity, in complete ticklish agony and hysteria. When she really thought she was going to die Tony stopped.
It took Ulrika several minutes to catch her breath and be able to talk normally again. It had been a little over a half hour of armpit tickling and she was exhausted already. It was going to be a very long weekend for her.
Next Tony stretched Ulrika on a large rack, with her elbows tied together with tight ropes, her hands locked together into leather mitten attached at the top of the rack. In that position her arms were completely immobile and stretched over the head. Her legs were also immobile with 2 straps holding them each side of the knees, and the ankles locked into leather cuffs at the bottom of the rack. The legs were not tied together but about a half meter apart.
Tony said: “I bet you have Karl tied in this very position you are in, don’t you Ulrika?”, she whispered “y-yes”. Tony continued: “do you show him any mercy at all? Do you enjoy hearing his wild laughter?, oh I bet you tell him it is for his own good and that you will cure him from his phobia, don’t you?” “y-yes, he has to be tickled under the arms and I am totally merciless with him, more and more actually, cant get enough of his desperate laughter” said Ulrika. “I know what you mean” said Tony, he looked deeply into her eyes and said “are you ready Ulrika?”. Reflexively she pulled at the restraints and shuddered, she felt so helpless, her underarms so exposed and immobile, she shivered, sighed deeply and whispered “y-yes”.
Tony took two small soft feathers and started stroking Ulrika’s armpits with them slowly, in a circular motion. As soon as the feather made contact with the skin of her armpits she let a loud scream and kept screaming “Noooooooooooooooo” for 2-3 seconds before exploding with loud, hysterical laughter. She was so devastatingly ticklish under the arms that soft feathers were totally unbearable for her there. Besides being totally unable to move her arms and protect her open wide armpits made her feel even more ticklish. After a few minutes of gentle feather stroking, Tony dropped the feathers and the real armpit tickling began. At first it was just his index fingers curled in a hook gently and lightly scratching right in the center of Ulrika’s armpits. This alone made the whole rack shake wildly under the desperate attempt of Ulrika to fight the restraints her body was held in. But all her efforts were to no avail, her body was held immobile and pinned to the rack. So she did the only thing she could do: burst with desperate, maniacal, tortured laughter. Screaming laughter. When Tony then started using all of his fingers to gently scratch and spider tickle her armpits the intensity of her laughter increased. It was snorting laughter now. She was laughing like she was possessed by the devil, with an inhuman sounding laughter. All this was made worse by Tony saying regularly things like “laugh…..Ulrika….laugh”, “you need cured from your phobia as well, just like Karl” “coockie coochie coochie cooooo”. When Tony started poking and drilling her armpits digging deep with his fast wiggling fingers Ulrika thought she was going to lose her mind and die of laughter. It was a very intense sight, a strong, dominant, older woman being tickled to insanity and delirium. It went on like that for about an hour alternating light, gentle tickling to drilling and poking deep into her armpits. Then Tony finally stopped.
It took Ulrika several minutes to catch her breath, and she finally did she said “Fuck me”. Even if it felt like the worst possible torture, being tickled under the arms was incredibly arousing to her. As Tony usually would then do, he climbed on the rack and had sex with her while kissing, licking, sucking Ulrika’s armpits, and occasionally gently tickling them with his fingers. This would lead to the strongest orgasm for both of them (well Tony had such orgasms with his tickle slave Malin every day this way after long armpit tickle torture sessions, but with Ulrika it was different, more intense as she was a Domme).
The problem was that after having an orgasm Ulrika’s armpits were even more ticklish. It’s at this point that her tickle torture became the worst and went on for the rest of the weekend that way.
Tony untied Ulrika and restrained her to a large, sturdy, wooden X cross that was fastened and bolted in one of the dungeon’s walls. Her body was held totally immobile with 4 leather straps for each leg and arm, two on each side of her elbows and knees, plus a large straps holding her midriff still wearing just a G string and the tickle slave collar.
Tony then opened the dungeon door and called “Mark you can come now”.
Mark was Tony’s 18 year old nephew who was living with him since he had lost his parents when he was little. He happened to be a total sadist and loved tickle torture, especially armpits (it must have run in Tony’s family). He would often help Tony tickle torturing Malin, especially when Tony had to leave the house, so his tickle slave was left in the good company of his nephew being tickle tortured under the arms to insanity for hours.
Ulrika feared Mark immensely, he was a real sadist, and his young age made him even worse, showing absolutely no mercy at all. It was more like a game for him, he didn’t really realize how terrible of a torture it was. Tony really enjoyed his tickling skills and attitude, so he really loved seeing Malin, and even more Ulrika be reduced to a mess of cackling and desperate laughter by his young nephew.
Ulrika said “No please, you said he was gone this weekend, I am not prepared mentally for it, please I cant take it”. Tony replied: “they cancelled his school trip to France because of the bad weather, and that is a good thing since I am quite busy this weekend. I am afraid you will have to cope with it, he is going to spend the rest of the weekend with you. I’ll be in the house though, don’t worry and will keep an eye on it”. Ulrika was terrified at hearing all that, and all she was able to say was “oh god please no, not that” and sighed deeply in desperation. “But Ulrika”, said Tony then “we all know you need to be cured from your phobia and Mark is the best in doing that”.
At that moment Mark entered the Dungeon. He was a short boy with a mean expression on his face and sparkling sadistic eyes. As he entered the dungeon he said “hey look who is here, Hi Ulrika how are you? I missed you a lot, are you ready to have some fun together with me?” then he wiggled his fingers in the air in front of Ulrika and chanted “tickle tickle tickle”.
Tony left the dungeon and closed the door behind him. Mark said “let’s play our trivia game Ulrika ok?, you know the rules, I am going to ask you questions and you have 5 seconds to give me the right answer, if you give the wrong answer, or don’t answer at all you are going to be tickled under the arms for 20 minutes nonstop, are you ready to start?” “no wait Mark, please” said Ulrika “I am going to give you lots of games and a new play station if you don’t tickle me ok?” “Ulrika you know that uncle Tony wants me to tickle you, besides I already have a play station, so here is the first question for you: what’s 2356x3657?” One…two…”no wait I know it, wait”…three…four.. “7243775”…..”nope wrong answer”……”noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo”…….”tickle tickle tickle” said Mark as he started lightly scratching Ulrika’s immobile, wide open armpits with his little fingers.
What followed was twenty minutes of nonstop, sadistically, relentless armpit tickle torture for Ulrika. Whenever she found the breath to beg Mark to stop he would just reply with things like “coochie coochie coochie cooooo”, or “tickle tickle tickle”, or “wrong answer Ulrika, coochie coochie coochie cooooo, now you have to laugh”. Ulrika kept laughing wildly and desperately at the complete mercy of this young sadist, pulling with all her desperate strength to the restraints that were holding her body spread eagled immobile continuously bursting with snorting laughter, hysterical laughter, tortured laughter.
After twenty endless minutes Mark stopped. It took a few minutes for Ulrika to catch her breath, then Mark asked her the second question of the trivia game: “How far is Venus from Jupiter?” Ulrika said “wait it’s not fair, this questions are too difficult” “one….two…three....four….” “nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Tonyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy….come baaaaaack……nooooooooooooooooooooo” “…..five”……..” Mark again said “tickle tickle tickle, no answer at all Ulrika, that’s bad”…..his fingers started poking and drilling her underarm deep with his fast wiggling fingers as he chanted “ coochie coochie coochie coooooo Ulrika, you have to laugh now”. Ulrika was by now too weak to fight it and just exploded with the most desperate, tortured, hysterical laughter one could hear: “HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…….NAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH…..HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…… SNORT…..SNORT….SNORT……HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA………..SNORT…..SNORT….SNORT…….HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH…….MARK: “COOCHIE COOCHIE COOCHIE COOOOOOOOO”…..HAHAHAHAHHA….NAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH…….SNORT….SNORT…SNORT…SNORT…SNORT……HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA…..SNORT….SNORT….SNORT…..HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA
Again twenty minutes like that nonstop, Ulrika being tickle tortured under the arms to insanity and delirium by this young sadist. Her face all red, a mask of laughter, tears of laughter streaming down her cheeks. There was absolutely nothing she could do to stop it, she felt totally trapped and helpless, she gave up fighting the restraints and tried concentrating on laughing as much as possible as that was the only thing she could really do.
It went on and on like that for a few hours, Mark asked Ulrika eight more questions impossible to answer (the game was 10 questions in total). From time to time Tony would peak from the dungeon door to see what was going on enjoying the very intense sight of his teenager sadist nephew tickle torturing a mature Domme’s horribly ticklish armpits to insanity and delirium. It was really like cat and mouse, and extremely hot to watch and to hear Ulrika’s desperate, helpless laughter. So Tony got horny and stretched his tickle slave Malin on his bed in the upside Y position, arms tied at the elbows as well, and tickle tortured her under the arms for a few hours, finally having very hot sex with her while kissing, licking, sucking and gently finger tickling her horrendously ticklish, very deep hollowed armpits…..he left the dungeon door ajar so he could still hear Ulrika’s desperate, very loud screams of laughter coming from downstairs while tickling Malin’s armpits and having sex with her.
Finally Mark left the dungeon and went to see Tony. “Uncle” he said “Do you want me to stop now? Should I go play with my play station now?”, Tony said, “Mark I am going to be very busy with work this weekend, would you mind taking care of Ulrika until tomorrow night?” (it was Friday 6pm). “sure uncle” said Mark with a grin, “my pleasure, I love playing with her and have a few more games in mind”. “you are such a good boy Mark, oh you can sleep in the dungeon if you want, so you can be with Ulrika all the time as she has to be in the Dungeon until Sunday, I am coming down later to help you secure her to the bondage bed for the night, have some dinner and bring some to Ulrika as well”.
Mark had some dinner and took some dinner to Ulrika as well who ate it from his hands being still strapped to the X cross.
Mark then said “Ulrika, you know that I love jam?”, Ulrika looked with a wondering expression at him. He then applied some jam under Ulrika’s arms, coating them with a thick layer. “No please, dont do this Mark, pleeeease I cant stand it”. He suddenly started licking the jam off Ulrika’s armpits which tickled so awfully to make her burst with loud laughter. It was a very funny game for Mark, tasting the sweet jam while hearing Ulrika laugh like crazy. While licking her armpits, his fingers would run up and down her sides tickling them, sometimes digging in her ribs as well, or dancing on her flat tummy. Again, Ulrika felt totally trapped and at the complete mercy of her teenager tickler. It took quite a while before her armpits got licked clean amidst bursts of desperate laughter.
Mark then washed Ulrika’s armpits to make them smooth and sensitive again, which tickled like crazy as well. Finally Mark told Ulrika he was going to spend the whole time with her until the following day in the evening. Ulrika said “please no, I cant take it, I want to talk with your Uncle”. Mark said “oh he is coming later to help me secure you to the bondage bed for the night, until then we can have a lot of fun together, I have a few games I want to play with you, I’d like to start with the captured spy game ok?” “noooooooooooooooooooooooooo” is all Ulrika could scream in desperation. “so” started Mark “you are a captured spy who has to reveal a secret code to me. I am an agent of the Government who has to get the code from you in order to save the country, but you are not willing to reveal the code, so you have to be interrogated” “Oh my god, please no more, I cant take it…Tonyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy” screamed Ulrika. “Agent Ulrika, what is the secret code?” went on Mark totally ignoring what Ulrika said. “Ok I see you refuse to talk, but we have ways to make you talk, tell me Agent Ulrika, are you ticklish under the arms?” “nooooooooooooooooooooooo……pleeeeeeeeeeeeaseeeeeeeeee…………Tonyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy” Mark started lightly scratching with his little fingers right in the center of Ulrika’s wide open, bare, immobile armpits. She immediately exploded with tortured, desperate laughter and soon went into continuous snorting laughter as Mark’s fingers started spider tickling her armpits all over. “talk Agent Ulrika talk” said Mark “what’s the code” while Ulrika was being tickled under the arms out of her mind. Mark continued “you have to talk Agent Ulrika….coochie coochie coochie cooooooo”. By now Ulrika was laughing like a mad woman possessed by the devil, her head thrown back, her mouth wide open pouring out continuous screams of loud, desperate, hysterical laughter, then shaking her head wildly in an attempt to ease the tickling her underarms were being subjected to cruelly, then again giving up any attempt to fight it and just concentrating on laughing as much as possible trying to no avail to get the tickling sensation out of her mind. She was in total ticklish agony and hysteria and could barely hear Mark who kept saying “talk Agent Ulrika, what is the secret code? Talk, I wont stop until you tell me what it is….cooochie coochie coochie cooooo” It went on like that for half hour, it was pure sadistic, cruel armpit tickle torture. Mark never stopped a second, changing tickling methods often between light, gentle scratching and deep drilling and digging all the way into Ulrika’s armpits. When Mark saw Ulrika was about to pass out the tickling stopped.
It took several minutes before Ulrika caught her breath again. Mark said “oh Ulrika it was so much fun, did you like my game?, you are a tough spy aren’t you, you wouldn’t talk I am proud of you”.
Then he went on “Ok, now for the next game you are a heretic accused of witchcraft and need to be interrogated in order to confess your sins, ok?” Ulrika couldn’t believe it, she tried to beg Mark to stop tickling her, but he was deaf to her pleas. So unrelentingly the game soon started and Ulrika once again got tickled under the arms out of her mind and to complete hysteria, madness, insanity and delirium for another half hour nonstop while Mark kept saying things like “confess”, “are you a witch? Confess your sins”, “your soul needs purified through laughter”, “confess, you are an heretic, confess, are you a witch?….coochie coochie coochie cooooooooo” as his fingers kept lightly and gently scratching right in the center of her armpits, and sometimes drilling them deep with his fast wiggling fingers. Ulrika kept laughing wildly and desperately the whole time, she felt completely trapped and in tickle hell.
By the time Tony showed up, around 11:30, they had played star wars, pirates, baby sitter, ticklish teacher, xena the warrior, wonder woman, bat girl, ticklish cop and ticklish aunty. Each game half hour of nonstop relentless, merciless, sadistic, cruel armpit tickle torture with constant verbal teasing. Ulrika was completely exhausted, her body hanging limp from the restraints holding it, her face streamed all over with tears of laughter, a tortured expression on her face. She was barely able to speak as her throat was very hoarse from so much laughing for such a long time. They untied her, helped her walk to the bondage bed (she was so exhausted she could barely walk), and retied her to the bondage bed in the upside Y position with her arms roped tightly together at the elbows as well. Tony then told Mark to go play with Malin for a while, she was tied on his bed upstairs. Mark loved playing with Malin as well, she was four years older than him and so terribly ticklish under the arms, so he left the dungeon with a grin on his face. Tony locked the dungeon from the inside and sat next to the bound Ulrika on the bed. “How is it going with you Ulrika?”, she said “Oh my god Tony, that nephew of yours is a total sadist, he really tortured me”. Tony said: “but that’s exactly what you need Ulrika, don’t you? I know you secretly love being tickled under the arms like that, and Mark is very skilled in doing that and it helps you to get rid of your phobia of being touched under the arms”. “Tell me” he continued, “how aroused are you now?” and he smiled at her. “Oh my god Tony fuck me again please I am so wet”. Tony smiled, laid over her and started kissing her armpits, they had incredibly hot sex while he kept kissing, licking, sucking and lightly tickling her armpits while Ulrika kept laughing and giggling the whole time. They both had a very strong orgasm, with Tony’s face buried in one of Ulrika’s armpits kissing, licking and sucking it passionately while her other armpit was being lightly and gently tickled by his fingers, and Ulrika laughing loudly. They both loved tickling sex.
Tony then left, as he opened the dungeon door both he and Ulrika heard Malin’s desperate screams of laughter coming from upstairs as Mark was saying outloud “confess, are you a spy? Coochie coochie coochie coooooo……what’s the secret code….talk…..coochie coochie coochie coooooo”. Malin was laughing hysterically and desperately screaming in between her laughter “noooooooooooooooooo………..Tonyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy” and then exploding with loud, uncontrollable laughter again. Ulrika shivered at hearing that. As Tony reached his bedroom saw Mark straddling Malin while methodically and gently scratching her armpits right in the centers with his index fingers, a very serious, maniacal expression on his face. Tony waited a while before making him stop fascinated by the sight. Finally he told Mark to stop as Malin was about to pass out and told him to go back to the dungeon and spend the night with Ulrika. As Mark left Tony told him “try to get some sleep, don’t stay up very late”.
Mark went down to the dungeon, entered it and closed the door behind him. He walked towards the bondage bed where Ulrika was restrained to in the upside down Y position wearing just a G string and the tickle slave collar. Her elbows were tied together tightly with white ropes. Her hands locked together into mittens attached to the head board of the bondage bed. Her arms totally stretched and tied together immobile. Her large breasts like two huge pancakes topped with her very large areolae. As mark approached her said: “here I am Ulrika, were you getting bored and feeling lonely?, I am so glad you came visit us. I love playing with you. I am going to spend all night with you and all day tomorrow until the evening, aren’t you happy?” Ulrika shivered and pulled desperately at the restraints trying to ignore what Mark was saying. She didn’t move an inch. Mark grinned and said “Oh Ulrika you are not going anywhere, why do you want to leave already? We are going to have so much fun, I promise you”. Look I wrote down a list of questions for you. Lets play the trivia game again. Only this time I have 20 questions for you, ok? Hearing that made Ulrika shiver and shudder intensely. She said: “oh god please no more, I cant stand it anymore, please don’t touch me under the arms”. After having an orgasm she knew she was much more ticklish on her armpits.
Mark ignored what she said and asked her: “How many people live in Tanzania?, you know the rules, I am going to count until 5 and if you don’t answer correctly or if you don’t answer at all I will have to tickle your armpits for 20 minutes nonstop, ok?” one….two……three….”nooooooooooooooooooooo….wait……..” four…………..”3.456.687 peopleeeee”……”wrong answer………..tickle tickle tickle”. Mark’s index fingers starter scratching lightly and gently right in the center of Ulrika’s immobile armpits. Her reactions to that was:” NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO………..HAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…..DONT TOUCH MY ARMPITS………….HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA………HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA”.
When Mark started using all his fingers scratching, wiggling, tracing, raking her armpIts all over she went ballistic: “NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH………….HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA…….SNORT….HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA….SNORT……..HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH……..SNORT….. SNORT……SNORT…….HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA”
She was not able to talk anymore, all she could do was laugh and snort. It went on like for the whole 20 minutes, when Mark would drill and dig all the way deep in her armpits with his fast wiggling fingers the laughing and snorting would intensify and she would desperately and violently pull at the restraints. After a few minutes she gave up pulling and fighting and just laid there laughing like a mad woman, her head thrown back, her mouth wide open pouring out as much desperate laughter as possible, her face soon was streamed with tears of laughter, laughing wildly like she was possessed by the devil, her large breasts jiggling wildly. She was in complete tickle hell, hysteria, ticklish agony. Mark fingers never stopped a second tickling her under the arms mercilessly, he had a very serious, maniacal look in his eyes and he would continuously say things like “you lost the game Ulrika, now you have to laugh”, “laugh….Ulrika…laugh….coochie coochie coochie cooooooo” which made her laugh even more wildly, desperately and hysterically. When Mark after 20 minutes of sadistic, cruel armpit tickling finally stopped Ulrika felt like she had been tickled for an eternity. It took her several minutes before she caught her breath and was able to talk again.
Mark just ignored her pleas to stop tickling her and went on directly to the following question. He tickled her armpits sadistically and cruelly all night until 6 am, showing no mercy at all. Of course Ulrika was not able to give the correct answer to any of the questions. For a few wrong answers he tickled her large areolae with two soft make up brushes which sent her in total hysteria as she was horribly ticklish on them. Occasionally he would tickle her sides, ribs and tummy, but it was 95% armpit tickling really as Ulrika was devastatingly, excruciatingly ticklish under the arms. She really had a phobia for even having them touched, let alone tickled. But Tony had talked her into being tied and tickled under the arms as a cure for getting rid of her phobia and to get used to be touched there. Besides, even if it felt like the worst torture ever (especially when tickled by Mark) it aroused her immensely and loved to have armpit tickling sex afterwards with Tony.
Around 6am Mark loosened Ulrika bondage so she could get some sleep, even though she was still cuffed to the bed. Mark went to sleep as well. They got up around 1PM by Malin’s desperate screams of laughter as her armpits were being tickled to insanity by Tony in his bedroom. He had been tickling her armpits for a few hours and had had armpit tickling sex with her already. Tony adored kissing, licking, sucking and lightly finger tickling Malin’s deep hollowed insanely ticklish armpits and loved having sex with her while doing that.
Mark made some breakfast to all, and brought it to Ulrika who was still cuffed to the bed. He fed her breakfast and then heard Tony coming down to the dungeon. Tony told Mark to go upstairs and play with Malin who was tied on his bed. He told Mark she needed punished because she broke a pair of leathers cuffs while being tickled under the arms earlier. Tony roped her arms very tightly together, at the elbows as well, and her arms were securely tied to the bed head board, her legs also roped together, so that she was totally immobile. Mark’s eyes sparkled and eagerly went upstairs with the intention of severely armpit tickle torturing Malin for hours.
After Mark left Tony asked Ulrika how she was feeling. She told him Mark severely tickle tortured her all night, especially under the arms, she laughed so much, but at the same time all that cruel armpit tickling made her very horny as well. Tony smiled and told her he would take care of that. He then roped Ulrika’s arms the same way he did Malin, totally immobile over the head, roped at the elbows as well, but her legs got tied spread with the ankles cuffed at the lower bed posts. The next few hours he laid over her having sex with her while licking, kissing, sucking and gently finger tickling her armpits and large areolas. She was laughing like a mad woman and sometimes moaning loudly as well, she came several times screaming with loud laughter and moans. Tony was totally relentless, nonstop licking, kissing, sucking, tickling her under the arms. He had a few wonderful orgasms as well. Around 3 pm he untied Ulrika who was totally exhausted. She took some time to get together. They went upstairs and heard screams of desperate laughter coming from Tony’s bedroom. The peaked in and saw Mark straddling Malin’s immobile body. His fingers were gently scratching her deep hollowed armpits right in the centers as Malin’s head was thrown back as she was laughing hysterically and her face was all red and streamed with tears of laughter as she had been tickled under the arms for three hours already. Mark was saying things like “bad girl why did you break the leather cuffs?” “you need punished, coochie coochie coochie coooooo” “will you ever break them again?” “are you sorry for what you did? What? I cant hear you…..coochie coochie coochie coooooo” but Malin was not able to talk only laugh “Are you sorry? Coochie coochie coochie cooooo….laugh Malin laugh” Ulrika shivered at seeing that and Tony smiled. Around 4 pm she greeted all of them and drove back home. Tony kissed on the door and told her “see you in four weeks again” and gently tickled one underarm, she kissed him passionately and shivered feeling his finger under her arm and said “OMG I am going to torture Karl so bad, cant wait to get home, it will take four weeks before I’ll need to be back here again” smiled and headed to her car.
The whole drive back home Ulrika had only one thought in her mind: Karls’ immobile and stretched hyper ticklish underarms. She shivered and shuddered a few times just thinking about how she was going to tickle them, what kind of bondage she was going to use.
As she got home she opened the door and hugged Karl. She told him to wait for her in the dungeon. She changed her clothes and reached Karl in the dungeon wearing just a g string. As she walked downstairs and into the dungeon her very large breasts and fleshy bottom jiggled remarkably. She told Karl to lay down on the bondage bed. She tied him in the upside down Y position, elbows roped together. Then she spoke: “Karl, did you miss me? I know we have a lot to catch up with your therapy, I am going to tickle you under the arms for the rest of the day”. Karl always wondered why when she came back from her weekend away she subjected him to extra long tickling sessions.
The next 5 hours Ulrika just kept scratching, stroking, spider tickling, racking, poking, drilling Karl’s underarms totally mercilessly making him laugh desperately and uncontrollably the whole time. His laughter echoed loudly in the dungeon as Ulrika kept saying things like “it must be awful to have such ticklish underarms, doesn’t it Karl?”, “the worst is right here in the centers isn’t it?” (nails gently and methodically scratching there), “don’t worry my dear, I will cure you, for now just laugh and take it….kootchie kootchie kootchie koooooo”, “such ticklish armpits, we need to tickle them over and over in order for you to get rid of your ticklishness there”. When Karl thought he was about to die of laughter she stopped and said “You know I think we should introduce something new with your therapy, we are going to play a game, I am going to ask you questions, if you don’t answer them right within 5 seconds I will tickle you under the arms for 20 minutes nonstop. There will be 10 questions. I thought it would make our therapy sessions a little more fun, don’t you think Karl?”. Karl was still trying to catch his breath from the previous, extremely torturous underarm tickling when Ulrika asked him the first question: “Look I have a geography book here, let’s see….how many people live in Kenia?...one….two…..” Karl said: “wait, this question is too difficult to answer, I really dnt know”…..”three….four….”…..”noooooooooo waiiiitttttt”……”five, I am sorry Karl you didn’t answer and lost, I am going to tickle your armpits for 20 minutes nonstop now, are you ready?” with that she just dug deep with her fast willing fingers into Karl’s stretched and immobile underarms and tickled them all the way in. Karl exploded with the most hysterical, desperate laughter caused by the helplessness of the situation. Ulrika was totally relentless and kept him laughing like that for the whole 20 minutes keeping a very straight and serious expression on her face, and regularly telling Karl it was for his own good, and to laugh as much as possible, sometimes chanting “kootchie kootchie kootchie koooo” as well. When the 20 minutes were over she stopped and took the geography book again. Karl was in panic, he try to mumble something to beg her to stop but was cut off by Ulrika saying” Ok, next question, how many square kilometers is Lake Victoria in Africa?”
It went on like that for the whole ten questions which were impossible to answer for Karl, and each question was followed by 20 minutes of the most sadistic and merciless armpit tickle torture Karl had ever experienced. By the end of the game Ulrika put a strap on on top of Karl’s chastity belt and rode it hard having several orgasms while still tickling his armpits with her nails.
The next whole week Ulrika kept playing the trivia game every day and night, driving Karl out of his mind with torturous, sadistic armpit tickle torture. Then things went back to normal with regular armpit tickling therapy sessions. Something changed though, as Ulrika from time to time let Karl lick and kiss her underarms while he was in bondage, which made her orgasm hard each time. After that she would normally tell him he needed punished for tickling her armpits with his lips and tongue and so he was tickle tortured under the arms for hours until she orgasmed again.
Four week s passed again, and Tony called her on the phone to arrange her next visit to him. Tony said “Oh I will be back on Sunday though, as I have some business that needs to be taken care of, you don’t mind spending Friday night and Saturday with Mark, do you?” Ulrika shivered heavily, sighed and said “Oh God, I guess I have to…..”, “great” said Tony, “see you on Sunday”.
Karl, on the other hand, joined the same BDSM site looking for an older dominant woman who would resemble his aunt with whom he had lived with for many years after both his parents passed away when he was 12. His aunt used tickling as punishment on him as he was extremely, desperately ticklish, especially under the arms. He got tickled almost every day for years by his aunt under the arms, often with the use of bondage as well. Growing up Karl developed a phobia for even having his armpits touched, he was always afraid to raise his arms, even in school if he had a question for the teacher. When he was 20 and grown up, he realized his phobia was really affecting his life and came to the point of thinking the only way to get rid of it was to be tied up securely and be tickled intensely by an expert female tickler, hoping he would get used to it. He also liked the idea of a D/s relationship with an older woman as his experience of being tickled often even in bondage when he was younger made him quite submissive, and so did Ulrika about having a D/s relationship with a younger man.
So, when they started talking it came evident to both of them that they would have been a great match. Karl lived in southern Sweden though, and after a few months spend chatting online they decided to meet up. Karl was to go visit Ulrika and stay at her mansion for a week. While chatting online they really got into the idea of having a long term, possibly lifetime M/s relationship, even with the signing of a slavery contract.
Ulrika went to pick Karl up at the nearest airport. They really liked each other in person. Karl was amazed at how gorgeous Ulrika was, she looked a lot younger than her age, her body very fit and so curvy, her long blonde hair and blue eyes made her stunning, even though she had a very serious look in her eyes and a conservative appearance, wearing glasses and talking with a very serious, calm voice. Ulrika really liked Karl as well, he looked very fit, athletic, with a handsome face. It was so emotional meeting up in person they both shivered. During the ride home, which took over two hours as Ulrika’s mansion was in a sparsely populated, remote area, they hardly talked.
As they arrived Ulrika showed Karl the mansion which he thought to be very nice. They didn’t talk about tickling at all, they had dinner, some wine, sat on the couch and started kissing passionately which led to very exciting love making . Karl was in heaven, Ulrika was so beautiful, so sensual. He really wanted to be with her for the rest of his life no matter what and he told her that. That is what Ulrika was hoping to hear from him, as she told him the only way to make sure he would always be with her was to sign the slavery contract. Karl looked hesitant, he felt a little scared. After that they started talking about tickling, Ulrika tried to tickle his armpits but Karl shut his arms and screamed, he really could not take it. Ulrika shivered at seeing how desperately ticklish Karl was under the arms. She started talking him into being tied as the only way he could be tickled under the arms, that it would help him get rid of his phobia. At first Karl wanted to run away, he thought this was crazy, his worst nightmare. But when Ulrika asked him if he really wanted to get cured from his phobia he whispered “yes”. She first had him remove his shirt and then she took two pair of leather cuffs from the nightstand drawer and secured Karl spread eagle to the bed with them attached to the bed posts. She took a soft feather and very lightly stroked Karl’s right armpit with it. The reaction to that was much more than she could have ever expected. Karl let an almost inhuman sounding scream and immediately after exploded with the loudest, most desperate laughter Ulrika had ever heard. She tickled his armpit for about 10-15 seconds before stopping. Her eyes filled with delight and excitement, she couldn’t believe how insanely, horribly ticklish Karl’s armpits were. She didn’t want to scare him with too much tickling before he’d sign the contract, and in a soothing, yet serious voice, sounding very sensual as well, she told him it was going to be ok, that he would cure him from his phobia , that he just needed to trust her, that she loved him so much and that anything it would do to him was out of love for him. She kissed him passionately and rode him again. As he was about to orgasm she asked him “are you going to sign the contract my love?” and he answered “yessssssss”.
She read the contract to him, it was pretty much a standard slavery contract where he was to obey to everything she said, a 24/7, TPE kind of contract. With the exception of the tickling paragraph which read: “Owner Ulrika has the right to tie and tickle slave Karl for as long and as often she desires, with no limitations to it whatsoever, as this is also intended as therapy for curing slave Karl from his severe tickling phobia”. Karl shivered at hearing this last paragraph, Ulrika untied his right hand and gave him a pen and said “here you go sweet little Karl, smiling at him and kissing him again”. Karl felt lightheaded, and without thinking twice he signed the slavery contract.
As soon as Karl signed the contract Ulrika’s expression on her face changed. It became very serious, with a very serious look in her eyes. She relocked Karl’s right hand in the leather cuff attached at bed posts and told him she really was going to take care of his phobia. “You have to be tickled under the arms in very secure bondage for hours each day Karl, as we discussed many times before both you and I know it is the only way for you to get rid of your phobia, it may take years but I am sure you’ll finally get rid of it”. Karl whispered “yes”. Ulrika suddenly started lightly scratching his armpits with her nails and in between Karl’s desperate screams of laughter told him to always end his answers with “Mistress Ulrika”, and then she stopped. Karl said catching his breath “yes Mistress Ulrika”. She then started tickling him again very gently and lightly, yet methodically and nonstop right in the center of his underarms with her nails, with the most serious expression he had ever seen on her face. Once in a while she would say “laugh…..Karl…..laugh” as her tickle slave was being tickled under the arms out of his mind and laughing desperately all the time. It went on like that well deep into the night, around 4 am she finally untied him and the fell asleep in each other’s arms.
The following morning as they woke up Ulrika told Karl to get up and follow her downstairs. She opened a door she didn’t open yet the day before when she showed him the mansion. There was a staircase going down, they walked downstairs until they reached a very large and thick wooden door. Ulrika opened it with a large key, turning it several times. She said “I wanted to show you this Karl, I made it in the last few months while we were chatting online”. Ulrika stepped in and turned on the light. Karl entered the room and was in disbelief. The room looked like a replica of a medieval dungeon. There was a large wooden rack in the middle of the room complete with a cranking wheel. Then there was a sturdy X frame in one corner, a T cross in the opposite corner, a bondage bed with several rings alongside, plus spreader bars, leather cuffs, mittens and arm binders hanging from the ceiling each with matching spreader bar bolted in the floor, and shackles built in one wall. “Here is where we will carry out your therapy Karl” said Ulrika with a very serious voice and expression on her face. “Y-yes Mistress Ulrika” is all Karl was able to say. She told him to take off his shirt and stand under the leather mittens hanging from the ceiling (she didn’t want to put him in the heavier pieces of bondage device yet, getting him there gradually). She locked his hands in the mittens, but she tied his arms at the elbows with some rope as well, so his arms would be totally stretched and immobile. She then locked his ankles in the spreader bard bolted on the floor under the mittens.
She stood behind him and whispered in his ears “are you ready Karl?”. Karl shivered and got scared, he now wanted to run away, he thought it was crazy he had signed the contract, it was crazy he had put himself in such a situation. He tried to say that he was not sure anymore he really wanted this, but Ulrika showed him the contract and told him it was way too late, but also not to worry as this was for his own good, that he would be cured from his phobia, and went on a while explaining to him why he had to be tickled under the arms. When she was done explaining it to Karl she asked him again with a very serious voice “are you ready Karl?”. Karl whispered “y-yes Mistess Ulrika”. She stepped behind him and started scratching his armpits ever so gently right in the centers with just her index fingers nails. Karl felt like he was being electrocuted, he scream loudly, pulled desperately with all strength at the bondage he was in (he could not move his arms at all due to the elbows being tied together) and finally exploded with hysterical, desperate laughter. Ulrika was totally amazed at how ticklish Karl was under the arms. He had told her he was insanely ticklish there, but she would have never thought he was actually this ticklish. Her face got even more serious and for the next hour she just kept lightly and gently scratching Karl under the arms with all her fingers, sometimes spider tickling them, sometimes just scratching the very centers. The dungeon kept echoing continuously with Karl’s desperate screams of tortured laughter. Once in a while she would whisper in his ears “laugh…..Karl…..laugh” or “coochie coochie coochie cooo” (just like her brother used to verbally tease her when he tickled her as a child) which made him laugh even more desperately, she also said things like “this is going to be so good for you Karl” and when he tried to beg her to stop she would say “you’ll be cured Karl” or “you have to be tickled under the arms Karl” “coochie coochie coochie cooooo” and “tickle tickle tickle”. Ulrika was tickling Karl’s armpits with wild abandon, in a trance, completely ignoring his begging and desperate tortured laughter, like a fanatic priestess administering such special ritual to her adept/slave. Only then Karl realized how serious this was going to be and in what situation he had put himself in by signing the contract. When Ulrika finally stopped she told him she was very impressed with his ticklishness under the arms and that she was sure he would be cured from it. She also told him he would be kept in the dungeon most of the time, at night restrained to the bondage bed, and that he would be tickled under the arms restrained to the various bondage devices for a minimum of eight hours a day. She also told him one weekend a month she would be gone all weekend and that he was free from being tickled during that time, but he was supposed to clean the house and do other chores. He was never allowed to leave the house anyway and he would be locked in the house with enough food when she was gone for that weekend a month (the house had bars on the windows making it impossible to leave, besides without a car it was impossible to go anywhere as the mansion was miles and miles away from the next house).
Three years had passed. Karl had been tickled under the arms regularly every day (except for one weekend a month). Soon Ulrika noticed he would get aroused by being tickled under the arms, so she made him wear a chastity device all the time not only when he was tickled to avoid unpleasant accidents, and that made the tickle torture much worse for him. She would often tease him with her gorgeous, curvy body, she hardly would let him see her very large breasts bare, but wearing way too short bras or shirts, and often walking with just a G string showing her fleshy round bottom. She told him it was not good to have sex often as the therapy would not work otherwise, chastity was a much better condition in order to be cured. She would allow him release once every 2-3 months. But she had an orgasm every time she tickled him under the arms, as she had such a deep fetish for it and adored how desperately ticklish Karl was under the arms.
Karl had wondered many times where Ulrika would go every month for a whole weekend and when he tried to ask her that she would say she was not going to tell him where she went exactly, but it was enough for him to know she was seeing someone who helped her a lot, a sort of psychiatrist. If he only knew….
Friday morning Ulrika woke up Karl who was restrained to the bondage bed in the dungeon by lightly stroking his armpits. He woke up laughing. She tickled him under the arms for a long hour while, as usual, explaining to him why he had to be tickled under the arms, and telling him to try not to laugh so hard and so desperately, that he needed many more years of treatment because he was so intensely ticklish under the arms. All with a very serious voice and expression on her face and eyes. She never even smiled when she tickled him, she always wore a very serious face, eyes lost in a trance like a fanatic priestess, showing absolutely no mercy to Karl’s begging and desperate screams of helpless laughter. When Karl was laughing the most desperately she would just whisper “laugh….Karl….laugh” and just keep on tickling his armpits relentlessly with an even more serious expression on her face.
After over an hour she stopped. She deeply sighed and told Karl she was off for the weekend while untying him. She gave him a list of chores he was to do during her leave. She packed a little suitcase kissed Karl, sighed deeply again and left locking the house door behind her.
She drove about an hour towards the mountains until she took a small road winding up until a large mansion hidden in between the mountains in an even more remote area than her mansion was. She parked car and knocked at the door. A young goth looking girl opened the door and welcomed her in. The girl told Ulrika to go to her room and get ready as “Tony is waiting for you downstairs”. Ulrika got in the room she usually had there, got undressed completely except for a red G string. She looked stunning, so tall, long blonde hair, blue eyes, with such large breasts topped with very large areolas, long legs and a very fleshy, sexy bottom. She came out of the room and went downstairs, her breasts and buns jiggling and bouncing with every step. Tony was sitting on a couch and warmly greated her. She sat next to him and they started to talk.
Tony was 51, good looking with brown hair and green eyes, quite shorter than Ulrika. He had a severe ticklish fetish just like Ulrika, he adored ticklish armpits. He owned the goth girl who opened the door for Ulrika. Her name was Malin, she was 22, goth looks, black hair, green eyes, very pale skin, very skinny with very deep hollowed insanely ticklish armpits. She was Tony’s tickle slave. They also had met on a BDSM site, the same one Ulrika had met Karl on. She had been Tony’s tickle slave for the last two years.
Ulrika also met Tony on that BDSM site they had been friends for over five years. They really got into deep discussions about tickling as they both had a severe fetish for it. Tony was 100% a tickler, while Ulrika 90% only, as sometimes she felt the urge of being tickled herself, reenacting what happened when she was a child. It was coming from deep down her psyche. It had always been more like a fantasy until she met Tony who talked her into experiencing it for real, and she trusted him for being a very skilled tickler who knew her very well too. So they agreed Ulrika would spend a whole weekend a month in Tony’s mansion being his tickle slave.
Tony knew about Karl and as they were sitting on the couch he asked Ulrika how it was going with him. Ulrika said she was very happy with his extreme ticklishness under the arms. The conversation was very serious. Tony finally got up and told Ulrika to follow him. They headed for a staircase leading downstairs in the basement. There Tony had built a fully equipped medieval style dungeon, much like the one Ulrika had in her own house. As soon as they got downstairs Tony put a collar around Ulrika’s neck, she was now his tickle slave for the whole weekend.
They entered the dungeon and Tony locked the door behind them. He asked Ulrika to one corner of the Dungeon where there was a large, sturdy, wooden, T cross. They both had a very serious expression on their faces. Tony first restrained Ulrika’s long legs to the wooden vertical part of the cross. They were tied together securely with ropes at the ankles, above and below the knees and at the thighs making them completely immobile. Then he put a belt around her tummy to secure her midriff. Finally he carefully restrained Ulrika’s arms to the horizontal portion of the T cross. Her wrists were locked into leather cuffs at the extremities of the cross, and her arms were restrained very securely with two additional leather straps below her elbows and two more above her elbows. Her arms were stretched immobile out to the sides, making the hollows of her armpit even deeper as they normally were very deep already. Her large, bare breasts hanging free, still wearing glasses and hair piled up in a conservative bun. Tony asked her with a very serious voice: “how bad have you been tickling Karl’s underarms?”. Ulrika shivered and said “very badly, I really torture him, I can’t get enough of tickling him under the arms, I am getting more and more sadistic with him”. Tony then said “I am glad you found him, I am very happy with Malin as well, her underarms are deliciously, desperately ticklish, and you know how much I love that”. They looked deeply into each other’s eyes. Then Tony said with a serious voice “are you ready?”. Ulrika shivered and said “please not like last time, OMG why do I get into this, I truly hate it”. But deep down inside she was dying with anticipation. Tony looked deeply into her eyes and with an even more serious voice asked again “are you ready Ulrika?”. She closed her eyes and whispered “yes I am ready” and sighed deeply.
Tony started to scratch both underarms with just his index fingers, very lightly and gently. As soon as his fingers made contact with the skin right in the center of her armpits Ulrika let an inhuman scream like she was being electrocuted or even burned with a hot iron. She clenched her fists, screamed “Nooooooooooooooo” at the top of her lungs, wildly pulled at the restraints that were holding her arms immobile, shooked her head violently and finally exploded with desperate, hysterical, very loud laughter while throwing her head back making it rest on the horizontal portion of the T cross.
What followed was twenty minutes of nonstop gentle, light scratching of Ulrika’s armpits which caused her continuous fits of uncontrollable, unstoppable, desperate laughter. Laughing was the only relief to it as her body was restrained completely immobile. Her hands clenched in a tight fist, her head either shaking wildly or thrown back while laughing hysterically. Tony had a very serious expression in his eyes and face, he was totally relentless and merciless tickling her under the arms methodically and nonstop. Once in a while he would whisper “laugh….Ulrika….laugh”, which would make her laugh even more desperately. She was really being tickle tortured, she was so horribly ticklish under the arms, pure torture for her to be tickled there. And Tony was a very skilled, expert tickler, making her torture the worst possible. When he finally chanted “coochie coochie coochie cooooo” while all his fingers started spider tickling her armpits Ulrika thought she was going to lose her mind and die of laughter right there and then, but she didn’t die, she laughed instead like she was possessed by the devil, screams of desperate laughter were forced out of her mouth, the T cross shaking wildly but still holding her body immobile as she pulled at the restraints with all the desperate strength she had. It was very frustrating to have her arms tied that way, out to the sides, not far from being able to shut them still open enough to be tickled under the arms mercilessly, and with the hollows even deeper which felt even more ticklish in that position. In her maddening continuous laughter she heard Tony say again “laugh….Ulrika….laugh”. Tears of laughter streaming down her face. Tony drilled her armpits with his wiggling fingers for several minutes driving her to the edge of madness and insanity, in complete ticklish agony and hysteria. When she really thought she was going to die Tony stopped.
It took Ulrika several minutes to catch her breath and be able to talk normally again. It had been a little over a half hour of armpit tickling and she was exhausted already. It was going to be a very long weekend for her.
Next Tony stretched Ulrika on a large rack, with her elbows tied together with tight ropes, her hands locked together into leather mitten attached at the top of the rack. In that position her arms were completely immobile and stretched over the head. Her legs were also immobile with 2 straps holding them each side of the knees, and the ankles locked into leather cuffs at the bottom of the rack. The legs were not tied together but about a half meter apart.
Tony said: “I bet you have Karl tied in this very position you are in, don’t you Ulrika?”, she whispered “y-yes”. Tony continued: “do you show him any mercy at all? Do you enjoy hearing his wild laughter?, oh I bet you tell him it is for his own good and that you will cure him from his phobia, don’t you?” “y-yes, he has to be tickled under the arms and I am totally merciless with him, more and more actually, cant get enough of his desperate laughter” said Ulrika. “I know what you mean” said Tony, he looked deeply into her eyes and said “are you ready Ulrika?”. Reflexively she pulled at the restraints and shuddered, she felt so helpless, her underarms so exposed and immobile, she shivered, sighed deeply and whispered “y-yes”.
Tony took two small soft feathers and started stroking Ulrika’s armpits with them slowly, in a circular motion. As soon as the feather made contact with the skin of her armpits she let a loud scream and kept screaming “Noooooooooooooooo” for 2-3 seconds before exploding with loud, hysterical laughter. She was so devastatingly ticklish under the arms that soft feathers were totally unbearable for her there. Besides being totally unable to move her arms and protect her open wide armpits made her feel even more ticklish. After a few minutes of gentle feather stroking, Tony dropped the feathers and the real armpit tickling began. At first it was just his index fingers curled in a hook gently and lightly scratching right in the center of Ulrika’s armpits. This alone made the whole rack shake wildly under the desperate attempt of Ulrika to fight the restraints her body was held in. But all her efforts were to no avail, her body was held immobile and pinned to the rack. So she did the only thing she could do: burst with desperate, maniacal, tortured laughter. Screaming laughter. When Tony then started using all of his fingers to gently scratch and spider tickle her armpits the intensity of her laughter increased. It was snorting laughter now. She was laughing like she was possessed by the devil, with an inhuman sounding laughter. All this was made worse by Tony saying regularly things like “laugh…..Ulrika….laugh”, “you need cured from your phobia as well, just like Karl” “coockie coochie coochie cooooo”. When Tony started poking and drilling her armpits digging deep with his fast wiggling fingers Ulrika thought she was going to lose her mind and die of laughter. It was a very intense sight, a strong, dominant, older woman being tickled to insanity and delirium. It went on like that for about an hour alternating light, gentle tickling to drilling and poking deep into her armpits. Then Tony finally stopped.
It took Ulrika several minutes to catch her breath, and she finally did she said “Fuck me”. Even if it felt like the worst possible torture, being tickled under the arms was incredibly arousing to her. As Tony usually would then do, he climbed on the rack and had sex with her while kissing, licking, sucking Ulrika’s armpits, and occasionally gently tickling them with his fingers. This would lead to the strongest orgasm for both of them (well Tony had such orgasms with his tickle slave Malin every day this way after long armpit tickle torture sessions, but with Ulrika it was different, more intense as she was a Domme).
The problem was that after having an orgasm Ulrika’s armpits were even more ticklish. It’s at this point that her tickle torture became the worst and went on for the rest of the weekend that way.
Tony untied Ulrika and restrained her to a large, sturdy, wooden X cross that was fastened and bolted in one of the dungeon’s walls. Her body was held totally immobile with 4 leather straps for each leg and arm, two on each side of her elbows and knees, plus a large straps holding her midriff still wearing just a G string and the tickle slave collar.
Tony then opened the dungeon door and called “Mark you can come now”.
Mark was Tony’s 18 year old nephew who was living with him since he had lost his parents when he was little. He happened to be a total sadist and loved tickle torture, especially armpits (it must have run in Tony’s family). He would often help Tony tickle torturing Malin, especially when Tony had to leave the house, so his tickle slave was left in the good company of his nephew being tickle tortured under the arms to insanity for hours.
Ulrika feared Mark immensely, he was a real sadist, and his young age made him even worse, showing absolutely no mercy at all. It was more like a game for him, he didn’t really realize how terrible of a torture it was. Tony really enjoyed his tickling skills and attitude, so he really loved seeing Malin, and even more Ulrika be reduced to a mess of cackling and desperate laughter by his young nephew.
Ulrika said “No please, you said he was gone this weekend, I am not prepared mentally for it, please I cant take it”. Tony replied: “they cancelled his school trip to France because of the bad weather, and that is a good thing since I am quite busy this weekend. I am afraid you will have to cope with it, he is going to spend the rest of the weekend with you. I’ll be in the house though, don’t worry and will keep an eye on it”. Ulrika was terrified at hearing all that, and all she was able to say was “oh god please no, not that” and sighed deeply in desperation. “But Ulrika”, said Tony then “we all know you need to be cured from your phobia and Mark is the best in doing that”.
At that moment Mark entered the Dungeon. He was a short boy with a mean expression on his face and sparkling sadistic eyes. As he entered the dungeon he said “hey look who is here, Hi Ulrika how are you? I missed you a lot, are you ready to have some fun together with me?” then he wiggled his fingers in the air in front of Ulrika and chanted “tickle tickle tickle”.
Tony left the dungeon and closed the door behind him. Mark said “let’s play our trivia game Ulrika ok?, you know the rules, I am going to ask you questions and you have 5 seconds to give me the right answer, if you give the wrong answer, or don’t answer at all you are going to be tickled under the arms for 20 minutes nonstop, are you ready to start?” “no wait Mark, please” said Ulrika “I am going to give you lots of games and a new play station if you don’t tickle me ok?” “Ulrika you know that uncle Tony wants me to tickle you, besides I already have a play station, so here is the first question for you: what’s 2356x3657?” One…two…”no wait I know it, wait”…three…four.. “7243775”…..”nope wrong answer”……”noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo”…….”tickle tickle tickle” said Mark as he started lightly scratching Ulrika’s immobile, wide open armpits with his little fingers.
What followed was twenty minutes of nonstop, sadistically, relentless armpit tickle torture for Ulrika. Whenever she found the breath to beg Mark to stop he would just reply with things like “coochie coochie coochie cooooo”, or “tickle tickle tickle”, or “wrong answer Ulrika, coochie coochie coochie cooooo, now you have to laugh”. Ulrika kept laughing wildly and desperately at the complete mercy of this young sadist, pulling with all her desperate strength to the restraints that were holding her body spread eagled immobile continuously bursting with snorting laughter, hysterical laughter, tortured laughter.
After twenty endless minutes Mark stopped. It took a few minutes for Ulrika to catch her breath, then Mark asked her the second question of the trivia game: “How far is Venus from Jupiter?” Ulrika said “wait it’s not fair, this questions are too difficult” “one….two…three....four….” “nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Tonyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy….come baaaaaack……nooooooooooooooooooooo” “…..five”……..” Mark again said “tickle tickle tickle, no answer at all Ulrika, that’s bad”…..his fingers started poking and drilling her underarm deep with his fast wiggling fingers as he chanted “ coochie coochie coochie coooooo Ulrika, you have to laugh now”. Ulrika was by now too weak to fight it and just exploded with the most desperate, tortured, hysterical laughter one could hear: “HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…….NAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH…..HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…… SNORT…..SNORT….SNORT……HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA………..SNORT…..SNORT….SNORT…….HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH…….MARK: “COOCHIE COOCHIE COOCHIE COOOOOOOOO”…..HAHAHAHAHHA….NAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH…….SNORT….SNORT…SNORT…SNORT…SNORT……HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA…..SNORT….SNORT….SNORT…..HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA
Again twenty minutes like that nonstop, Ulrika being tickle tortured under the arms to insanity and delirium by this young sadist. Her face all red, a mask of laughter, tears of laughter streaming down her cheeks. There was absolutely nothing she could do to stop it, she felt totally trapped and helpless, she gave up fighting the restraints and tried concentrating on laughing as much as possible as that was the only thing she could really do.
It went on and on like that for a few hours, Mark asked Ulrika eight more questions impossible to answer (the game was 10 questions in total). From time to time Tony would peak from the dungeon door to see what was going on enjoying the very intense sight of his teenager sadist nephew tickle torturing a mature Domme’s horribly ticklish armpits to insanity and delirium. It was really like cat and mouse, and extremely hot to watch and to hear Ulrika’s desperate, helpless laughter. So Tony got horny and stretched his tickle slave Malin on his bed in the upside Y position, arms tied at the elbows as well, and tickle tortured her under the arms for a few hours, finally having very hot sex with her while kissing, licking, sucking and gently finger tickling her horrendously ticklish, very deep hollowed armpits…..he left the dungeon door ajar so he could still hear Ulrika’s desperate, very loud screams of laughter coming from downstairs while tickling Malin’s armpits and having sex with her.
Finally Mark left the dungeon and went to see Tony. “Uncle” he said “Do you want me to stop now? Should I go play with my play station now?”, Tony said, “Mark I am going to be very busy with work this weekend, would you mind taking care of Ulrika until tomorrow night?” (it was Friday 6pm). “sure uncle” said Mark with a grin, “my pleasure, I love playing with her and have a few more games in mind”. “you are such a good boy Mark, oh you can sleep in the dungeon if you want, so you can be with Ulrika all the time as she has to be in the Dungeon until Sunday, I am coming down later to help you secure her to the bondage bed for the night, have some dinner and bring some to Ulrika as well”.
Mark had some dinner and took some dinner to Ulrika as well who ate it from his hands being still strapped to the X cross.
Mark then said “Ulrika, you know that I love jam?”, Ulrika looked with a wondering expression at him. He then applied some jam under Ulrika’s arms, coating them with a thick layer. “No please, dont do this Mark, pleeeease I cant stand it”. He suddenly started licking the jam off Ulrika’s armpits which tickled so awfully to make her burst with loud laughter. It was a very funny game for Mark, tasting the sweet jam while hearing Ulrika laugh like crazy. While licking her armpits, his fingers would run up and down her sides tickling them, sometimes digging in her ribs as well, or dancing on her flat tummy. Again, Ulrika felt totally trapped and at the complete mercy of her teenager tickler. It took quite a while before her armpits got licked clean amidst bursts of desperate laughter.
Mark then washed Ulrika’s armpits to make them smooth and sensitive again, which tickled like crazy as well. Finally Mark told Ulrika he was going to spend the whole time with her until the following day in the evening. Ulrika said “please no, I cant take it, I want to talk with your Uncle”. Mark said “oh he is coming later to help me secure you to the bondage bed for the night, until then we can have a lot of fun together, I have a few games I want to play with you, I’d like to start with the captured spy game ok?” “noooooooooooooooooooooooooo” is all Ulrika could scream in desperation. “so” started Mark “you are a captured spy who has to reveal a secret code to me. I am an agent of the Government who has to get the code from you in order to save the country, but you are not willing to reveal the code, so you have to be interrogated” “Oh my god, please no more, I cant take it…Tonyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy” screamed Ulrika. “Agent Ulrika, what is the secret code?” went on Mark totally ignoring what Ulrika said. “Ok I see you refuse to talk, but we have ways to make you talk, tell me Agent Ulrika, are you ticklish under the arms?” “nooooooooooooooooooooooo……pleeeeeeeeeeeeaseeeeeeeeee…………Tonyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy” Mark started lightly scratching with his little fingers right in the center of Ulrika’s wide open, bare, immobile armpits. She immediately exploded with tortured, desperate laughter and soon went into continuous snorting laughter as Mark’s fingers started spider tickling her armpits all over. “talk Agent Ulrika talk” said Mark “what’s the code” while Ulrika was being tickled under the arms out of her mind. Mark continued “you have to talk Agent Ulrika….coochie coochie coochie cooooooo”. By now Ulrika was laughing like a mad woman possessed by the devil, her head thrown back, her mouth wide open pouring out continuous screams of loud, desperate, hysterical laughter, then shaking her head wildly in an attempt to ease the tickling her underarms were being subjected to cruelly, then again giving up any attempt to fight it and just concentrating on laughing as much as possible trying to no avail to get the tickling sensation out of her mind. She was in total ticklish agony and hysteria and could barely hear Mark who kept saying “talk Agent Ulrika, what is the secret code? Talk, I wont stop until you tell me what it is….cooochie coochie coochie cooooo” It went on like that for half hour, it was pure sadistic, cruel armpit tickle torture. Mark never stopped a second, changing tickling methods often between light, gentle scratching and deep drilling and digging all the way into Ulrika’s armpits. When Mark saw Ulrika was about to pass out the tickling stopped.
It took several minutes before Ulrika caught her breath again. Mark said “oh Ulrika it was so much fun, did you like my game?, you are a tough spy aren’t you, you wouldn’t talk I am proud of you”.
Then he went on “Ok, now for the next game you are a heretic accused of witchcraft and need to be interrogated in order to confess your sins, ok?” Ulrika couldn’t believe it, she tried to beg Mark to stop tickling her, but he was deaf to her pleas. So unrelentingly the game soon started and Ulrika once again got tickled under the arms out of her mind and to complete hysteria, madness, insanity and delirium for another half hour nonstop while Mark kept saying things like “confess”, “are you a witch? Confess your sins”, “your soul needs purified through laughter”, “confess, you are an heretic, confess, are you a witch?….coochie coochie coochie cooooooooo” as his fingers kept lightly and gently scratching right in the center of her armpits, and sometimes drilling them deep with his fast wiggling fingers. Ulrika kept laughing wildly and desperately the whole time, she felt completely trapped and in tickle hell.
By the time Tony showed up, around 11:30, they had played star wars, pirates, baby sitter, ticklish teacher, xena the warrior, wonder woman, bat girl, ticklish cop and ticklish aunty. Each game half hour of nonstop relentless, merciless, sadistic, cruel armpit tickle torture with constant verbal teasing. Ulrika was completely exhausted, her body hanging limp from the restraints holding it, her face streamed all over with tears of laughter, a tortured expression on her face. She was barely able to speak as her throat was very hoarse from so much laughing for such a long time. They untied her, helped her walk to the bondage bed (she was so exhausted she could barely walk), and retied her to the bondage bed in the upside Y position with her arms roped tightly together at the elbows as well. Tony then told Mark to go play with Malin for a while, she was tied on his bed upstairs. Mark loved playing with Malin as well, she was four years older than him and so terribly ticklish under the arms, so he left the dungeon with a grin on his face. Tony locked the dungeon from the inside and sat next to the bound Ulrika on the bed. “How is it going with you Ulrika?”, she said “Oh my god Tony, that nephew of yours is a total sadist, he really tortured me”. Tony said: “but that’s exactly what you need Ulrika, don’t you? I know you secretly love being tickled under the arms like that, and Mark is very skilled in doing that and it helps you to get rid of your phobia of being touched under the arms”. “Tell me” he continued, “how aroused are you now?” and he smiled at her. “Oh my god Tony fuck me again please I am so wet”. Tony smiled, laid over her and started kissing her armpits, they had incredibly hot sex while he kept kissing, licking, sucking and lightly tickling her armpits while Ulrika kept laughing and giggling the whole time. They both had a very strong orgasm, with Tony’s face buried in one of Ulrika’s armpits kissing, licking and sucking it passionately while her other armpit was being lightly and gently tickled by his fingers, and Ulrika laughing loudly. They both loved tickling sex.
Tony then left, as he opened the dungeon door both he and Ulrika heard Malin’s desperate screams of laughter coming from upstairs as Mark was saying outloud “confess, are you a spy? Coochie coochie coochie coooooo……what’s the secret code….talk…..coochie coochie coochie coooooo”. Malin was laughing hysterically and desperately screaming in between her laughter “noooooooooooooooooo………..Tonyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy” and then exploding with loud, uncontrollable laughter again. Ulrika shivered at hearing that. As Tony reached his bedroom saw Mark straddling Malin while methodically and gently scratching her armpits right in the centers with his index fingers, a very serious, maniacal expression on his face. Tony waited a while before making him stop fascinated by the sight. Finally he told Mark to stop as Malin was about to pass out and told him to go back to the dungeon and spend the night with Ulrika. As Mark left Tony told him “try to get some sleep, don’t stay up very late”.
Mark went down to the dungeon, entered it and closed the door behind him. He walked towards the bondage bed where Ulrika was restrained to in the upside down Y position wearing just a G string and the tickle slave collar. Her elbows were tied together tightly with white ropes. Her hands locked together into mittens attached to the head board of the bondage bed. Her arms totally stretched and tied together immobile. Her large breasts like two huge pancakes topped with her very large areolae. As mark approached her said: “here I am Ulrika, were you getting bored and feeling lonely?, I am so glad you came visit us. I love playing with you. I am going to spend all night with you and all day tomorrow until the evening, aren’t you happy?” Ulrika shivered and pulled desperately at the restraints trying to ignore what Mark was saying. She didn’t move an inch. Mark grinned and said “Oh Ulrika you are not going anywhere, why do you want to leave already? We are going to have so much fun, I promise you”. Look I wrote down a list of questions for you. Lets play the trivia game again. Only this time I have 20 questions for you, ok? Hearing that made Ulrika shiver and shudder intensely. She said: “oh god please no more, I cant stand it anymore, please don’t touch me under the arms”. After having an orgasm she knew she was much more ticklish on her armpits.
Mark ignored what she said and asked her: “How many people live in Tanzania?, you know the rules, I am going to count until 5 and if you don’t answer correctly or if you don’t answer at all I will have to tickle your armpits for 20 minutes nonstop, ok?” one….two……three….”nooooooooooooooooooooo….wait……..” four…………..”3.456.687 peopleeeee”……”wrong answer………..tickle tickle tickle”. Mark’s index fingers starter scratching lightly and gently right in the center of Ulrika’s immobile armpits. Her reactions to that was:” NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO………..HAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…..DONT TOUCH MY ARMPITS………….HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA………HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA”.
When Mark started using all his fingers scratching, wiggling, tracing, raking her armpIts all over she went ballistic: “NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH………….HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA…….SNORT….HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA….SNORT……..HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH……..SNORT….. SNORT……SNORT…….HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA”
She was not able to talk anymore, all she could do was laugh and snort. It went on like for the whole 20 minutes, when Mark would drill and dig all the way deep in her armpits with his fast wiggling fingers the laughing and snorting would intensify and she would desperately and violently pull at the restraints. After a few minutes she gave up pulling and fighting and just laid there laughing like a mad woman, her head thrown back, her mouth wide open pouring out as much desperate laughter as possible, her face soon was streamed with tears of laughter, laughing wildly like she was possessed by the devil, her large breasts jiggling wildly. She was in complete tickle hell, hysteria, ticklish agony. Mark fingers never stopped a second tickling her under the arms mercilessly, he had a very serious, maniacal look in his eyes and he would continuously say things like “you lost the game Ulrika, now you have to laugh”, “laugh….Ulrika…laugh….coochie coochie coochie cooooooo” which made her laugh even more wildly, desperately and hysterically. When Mark after 20 minutes of sadistic, cruel armpit tickling finally stopped Ulrika felt like she had been tickled for an eternity. It took her several minutes before she caught her breath and was able to talk again.
Mark just ignored her pleas to stop tickling her and went on directly to the following question. He tickled her armpits sadistically and cruelly all night until 6 am, showing no mercy at all. Of course Ulrika was not able to give the correct answer to any of the questions. For a few wrong answers he tickled her large areolae with two soft make up brushes which sent her in total hysteria as she was horribly ticklish on them. Occasionally he would tickle her sides, ribs and tummy, but it was 95% armpit tickling really as Ulrika was devastatingly, excruciatingly ticklish under the arms. She really had a phobia for even having them touched, let alone tickled. But Tony had talked her into being tied and tickled under the arms as a cure for getting rid of her phobia and to get used to be touched there. Besides, even if it felt like the worst torture ever (especially when tickled by Mark) it aroused her immensely and loved to have armpit tickling sex afterwards with Tony.
Around 6am Mark loosened Ulrika bondage so she could get some sleep, even though she was still cuffed to the bed. Mark went to sleep as well. They got up around 1PM by Malin’s desperate screams of laughter as her armpits were being tickled to insanity by Tony in his bedroom. He had been tickling her armpits for a few hours and had had armpit tickling sex with her already. Tony adored kissing, licking, sucking and lightly finger tickling Malin’s deep hollowed insanely ticklish armpits and loved having sex with her while doing that.
Mark made some breakfast to all, and brought it to Ulrika who was still cuffed to the bed. He fed her breakfast and then heard Tony coming down to the dungeon. Tony told Mark to go upstairs and play with Malin who was tied on his bed. He told Mark she needed punished because she broke a pair of leathers cuffs while being tickled under the arms earlier. Tony roped her arms very tightly together, at the elbows as well, and her arms were securely tied to the bed head board, her legs also roped together, so that she was totally immobile. Mark’s eyes sparkled and eagerly went upstairs with the intention of severely armpit tickle torturing Malin for hours.
After Mark left Tony asked Ulrika how she was feeling. She told him Mark severely tickle tortured her all night, especially under the arms, she laughed so much, but at the same time all that cruel armpit tickling made her very horny as well. Tony smiled and told her he would take care of that. He then roped Ulrika’s arms the same way he did Malin, totally immobile over the head, roped at the elbows as well, but her legs got tied spread with the ankles cuffed at the lower bed posts. The next few hours he laid over her having sex with her while licking, kissing, sucking and gently finger tickling her armpits and large areolas. She was laughing like a mad woman and sometimes moaning loudly as well, she came several times screaming with loud laughter and moans. Tony was totally relentless, nonstop licking, kissing, sucking, tickling her under the arms. He had a few wonderful orgasms as well. Around 3 pm he untied Ulrika who was totally exhausted. She took some time to get together. They went upstairs and heard screams of desperate laughter coming from Tony’s bedroom. The peaked in and saw Mark straddling Malin’s immobile body. His fingers were gently scratching her deep hollowed armpits right in the centers as Malin’s head was thrown back as she was laughing hysterically and her face was all red and streamed with tears of laughter as she had been tickled under the arms for three hours already. Mark was saying things like “bad girl why did you break the leather cuffs?” “you need punished, coochie coochie coochie coooooo” “will you ever break them again?” “are you sorry for what you did? What? I cant hear you…..coochie coochie coochie coooooo” but Malin was not able to talk only laugh “Are you sorry? Coochie coochie coochie cooooo….laugh Malin laugh” Ulrika shivered at seeing that and Tony smiled. Around 4 pm she greeted all of them and drove back home. Tony kissed on the door and told her “see you in four weeks again” and gently tickled one underarm, she kissed him passionately and shivered feeling his finger under her arm and said “OMG I am going to torture Karl so bad, cant wait to get home, it will take four weeks before I’ll need to be back here again” smiled and headed to her car.
The whole drive back home Ulrika had only one thought in her mind: Karls’ immobile and stretched hyper ticklish underarms. She shivered and shuddered a few times just thinking about how she was going to tickle them, what kind of bondage she was going to use.
As she got home she opened the door and hugged Karl. She told him to wait for her in the dungeon. She changed her clothes and reached Karl in the dungeon wearing just a g string. As she walked downstairs and into the dungeon her very large breasts and fleshy bottom jiggled remarkably. She told Karl to lay down on the bondage bed. She tied him in the upside down Y position, elbows roped together. Then she spoke: “Karl, did you miss me? I know we have a lot to catch up with your therapy, I am going to tickle you under the arms for the rest of the day”. Karl always wondered why when she came back from her weekend away she subjected him to extra long tickling sessions.
The next 5 hours Ulrika just kept scratching, stroking, spider tickling, racking, poking, drilling Karl’s underarms totally mercilessly making him laugh desperately and uncontrollably the whole time. His laughter echoed loudly in the dungeon as Ulrika kept saying things like “it must be awful to have such ticklish underarms, doesn’t it Karl?”, “the worst is right here in the centers isn’t it?” (nails gently and methodically scratching there), “don’t worry my dear, I will cure you, for now just laugh and take it….kootchie kootchie kootchie koooooo”, “such ticklish armpits, we need to tickle them over and over in order for you to get rid of your ticklishness there”. When Karl thought he was about to die of laughter she stopped and said “You know I think we should introduce something new with your therapy, we are going to play a game, I am going to ask you questions, if you don’t answer them right within 5 seconds I will tickle you under the arms for 20 minutes nonstop. There will be 10 questions. I thought it would make our therapy sessions a little more fun, don’t you think Karl?”. Karl was still trying to catch his breath from the previous, extremely torturous underarm tickling when Ulrika asked him the first question: “Look I have a geography book here, let’s see….how many people live in Kenia?...one….two…..” Karl said: “wait, this question is too difficult to answer, I really dnt know”…..”three….four….”…..”noooooooooo waiiiitttttt”……”five, I am sorry Karl you didn’t answer and lost, I am going to tickle your armpits for 20 minutes nonstop now, are you ready?” with that she just dug deep with her fast willing fingers into Karl’s stretched and immobile underarms and tickled them all the way in. Karl exploded with the most hysterical, desperate laughter caused by the helplessness of the situation. Ulrika was totally relentless and kept him laughing like that for the whole 20 minutes keeping a very straight and serious expression on her face, and regularly telling Karl it was for his own good, and to laugh as much as possible, sometimes chanting “kootchie kootchie kootchie koooo” as well. When the 20 minutes were over she stopped and took the geography book again. Karl was in panic, he try to mumble something to beg her to stop but was cut off by Ulrika saying” Ok, next question, how many square kilometers is Lake Victoria in Africa?”
It went on like that for the whole ten questions which were impossible to answer for Karl, and each question was followed by 20 minutes of the most sadistic and merciless armpit tickle torture Karl had ever experienced. By the end of the game Ulrika put a strap on on top of Karl’s chastity belt and rode it hard having several orgasms while still tickling his armpits with her nails.
The next whole week Ulrika kept playing the trivia game every day and night, driving Karl out of his mind with torturous, sadistic armpit tickle torture. Then things went back to normal with regular armpit tickling therapy sessions. Something changed though, as Ulrika from time to time let Karl lick and kiss her underarms while he was in bondage, which made her orgasm hard each time. After that she would normally tell him he needed punished for tickling her armpits with his lips and tongue and so he was tickle tortured under the arms for hours until she orgasmed again.
Four week s passed again, and Tony called her on the phone to arrange her next visit to him. Tony said “Oh I will be back on Sunday though, as I have some business that needs to be taken care of, you don’t mind spending Friday night and Saturday with Mark, do you?” Ulrika shivered heavily, sighed and said “Oh God, I guess I have to…..”, “great” said Tony, “see you on Sunday”.
