I was cleaning out my old hard drive and found some stories I wrote years back.
The Vellicatrix's Secret
Vellicate.... there are many who know the meaning of the word. Not surprising, considering there are so many with the strange yet wonderful fascination with the phenomenon of tickle. That said, it would not be difficult for one to figure out what a Vellicatrix is: A Dominatrix, who specializes and operates exclusively in the art of tickle torture. What few people know however, is Vellicatrixes really do exist; with real live tickle-subjects/slaves and work in real live underground clubs and secret societies. Here is the story of one such society/club...and in particular, one such Vellicatrix.
Alexander Kendall was his name.Called "Mr. K" by those with whom he had regular contact. Recluse and billionaire. An aged man, nearing his 103rd birthday, he had been a fledgling vaudeville comedian back during the first half of this century. There was something about having the power to make people laugh... women in particular. Though this love for female laughter would not mature for many years, looking back now, he could see that there was always a thrill to be had in the spontaneous giggle of a female. With the silent picture on it's way out, Mr. K could see that "soundies" were the future. Concentrating on the motion picture, he became one of the most respected, and connected men in early Hollywood. A few patents and copyrights later, he'd already become one of the richest men in the country. Forming many production companies, talent agencies, and assorted companies, Mr K became the man, behind the man, behind the man, behind the scenes. So profusely private, only a handful of his employees knew the identity of their true employer. In truth, Mr. K was more like a real life "Kaiser Soze" from that movie, "The Usual Suspects".
In the early '60's, tragedy was to strike Kendall. While travelling with his wife and two children on train, their car was struck by a wayward bus on a rainy night, causing it to derail, killing his wife and children instantly. Kendall himself suffered injuries so grave and serious, they would forever deprive him of again knowing a woman sexually, in even the most natural and basic way. Long months of depression and sorrow ensued. The only will and energy he could muster was concentrated towards rehabilitation, even though his world grew more and more dim with the passing of each day. It is possible both chance and fate convened on his behalf the day Kendall sat perched atop a rock overlooking the ocean on his private beach. As he grieved internally, a sound assaulted his ears, and penetrated the very core of his being! Not only did it penetrate him, but it stirred something very deep inside him, something he'd never felt before....and yet something a vaguely familiar.. still, something not felt in a long time! The sound was laughter! Not just laughter, but the laughter of a woman....a beautiful, vibrant woman... even more than that, helpless laughter....like when he was back doing vaudeville, and he was really hot, really "on" with his material and there would be that one lady in the front row howling helplessly with laughter over his antics....as if with each bit, each gesture, each fiat, he was with his very on appendages reaching out and tickling her! Kendall turned to where he could look on the other side of the rock, to the public beach, and he could see in the distance, a cute, young lady, buried in the sand, with only her feet and head sticking out. There was a group of people around her, 2 male, 1 female, apparently tickling her feet! Again, that laughter hit him. Feeling more alive now than he had in a year, Kendall made his way closer, hoping that they wouldn't stop tickling her before he did. Making his way towards the group of young people, he positioned himself behind a receptacle on the beach, perhaps 10yards away, but giving him a clear view of the pretty young blonde's bare, pink soles.
"You've had this coming for a looooong time!!", he heard one of the guys say as he wiggled his fingers along the bottom of a bare sole.
"Yeah, Cindy," the other female continued, "You NEVER want to drive to the beach when it's your turn. HA!" And with that, she scraped her nails across Cindy's foot-bottom.
Cindy screamed with laughter, and pointed her feet reflexively. "YOU are still the one who has to drive!!!" she managed to spit out, giggling her head off.
Kendall sat almost paralyzed! Something, was building inside him as he listened to screams of laughter being tickled out of this young woman, something sensual even. It was almost beginning to feel something close to erotic, when the laughter stopped. They were pulling Cindy out of the sand. Looking at his watch, Kendall realized they'd been tickling her for almost a solid 10 minutes! Her laughter still echoed in his head.
Thus began Mr K's obsession with the phenomenon we know as tickle. It was as though the ticklish energy that had been tickled out of Cindy, found it's way into his very soul! Over the next 25 years, Mr K would use his incredible wealth and resources to build and create his dream: A sanctuary for Vellicators. Travelling the globe, he ventured into both secret and public S&M clubs in Europe, studied the entire BDSM scene, read up on the use of tickling as torture/punishment by the Chinese, Romans and Puritans as well as the notorious "foot-ticklers" of Russia. After amassing all desired material, compiling all of the research, and adding his own desires and fantasies, Mr K began to design and build his "Tickle House". A full-fledged dungeon, housed inside of a huge mansion. The house contained every method of restraint known to man, (and in some cases, animal). In addition, as the years went by, Mr K added even more "areas"...some with "themes". For instance, there was the "Harem" room, inspired by "I Dream Of Jenie", with plenty of pillows and scarves for tying, the "Barbarella" room, with a custom "Tickling bed", the "Clash of the Titans" room, where a woman would be shackled to a rock, the perfect tickle sacrifice.
Some rooms had simple pillories and stocks, others the most sophisticated racks and tables, while still others modified dentist and gynecologist chairs; even more were equipped with 4-poster beds and of course, the room where it all began: the Beach room, containing more than enough sand to completely bury one or more ticklees.
Employees acting under strict guidelines, carried out Mr K's specifications and orders, without knowledge of who they worked for. Mr K dealt only with a few of his employees, and all of them were lawyers. In fact, lawyers who shared his particular passion. By the late 70's, he'd created the LOL Society, "Love of Laughter". The initial members were people in the Underground Tickling scene that he'd come across during his research and studies, maybe 7 or 8 individuals. Over the years, the membership grew to 30. It was a very exclusive club. Privacy and discretion were of the utmost importance. So private a club in fact, on average, only 6 applications were received annually, and of those, a mere 2 accepted for membership. Exhaustive questions, interviews and thorough scrutiny had to be negotiated before admission was granted. Mr K wanted very much to protect the club and it's members.
In the early years, almost exclusively, the tickle-victims were supplied by the members. The problem with that, was the club met only a few times a year, which left Mr K to endure without his favorite indulgences more so than not. In 1981, Mr K began actively seeking females to be brought to the "Tickle House". With tactics and strategy carefully crafted by he and his tickle-loving lawyers, Mr K began to stock his house with a ticklish female staff.
Everything was legal and consensual. Knowing that such a strange and unusual request would be met with a certain amount of skepticism and disbelief, the "recruiting" lawyers were authorized to make offers of large sums of money for services. First, fliers would be circulated at any of the dozens of companies that Mr K owned, advertising for adult females only:
"Are you in need of cash?
Are you ticklish?
Please call number below"
Upon calling the number, women would be informed that this was a legitimate offer, for up to $5,000, which included no sex, and if interested, to leave their name and a number at which they could be reached. Within 24hrs, they would be contacted with an offer to meet for an appointment, and explanation. If accepted, she would be met at a set time, by a limousine, with one of the lawyers greeting her. Once in, the lawyer would explain that he was acting on behalf of his elderly employer who had a fetish for seeing women tickled and hearing their laughter. Upon which, a video would be played of a recent woman being tickled mercilessly, to show what she'd be subjected to. Should the woman still be interested, the limousine would be driven to her bank, while the lawyer produced a contract.
The contract stated specifics about services being performed, about vellication, specific dollar amounts for specific services, consent, confidentiality and safety. Nudity optional, but no more than one layer of clothing permitted to cover skin. Upon arriving at the bank, a $1,000 money order would be produced, and offered to the female, with a promise of up to $4,000 more to be had, depending on services performed. The whole case would be done in stages. $1,000 for agreeing to appear for a test. Another $1,000 to go through with a tickle test, to determine whether the female would be ideal or not. If chosen, and agreed to perform, $2,000 for 2 hours of tickling, $1,000 for 1 hour, $500 for one half hour, or $50 for each ten minutes. If full 2 hours is completed, an additional $1,000 if agreed to return for another 2hr session within the next 2 weeks, with a guaranteed $5,000. If the contract were signed, $1,000 in cash would be given. Should the woman want to wait until the test, she would be given the money order to do with as she wished, however, drawing on any of the funds would be considered agreement to at least show up for said test, an agreement made verbally and captured on video. Should she give verbal agreement, draw on the funds, and not show for test within 30 days from the deposit date, full legal action would be pursued due to breech of contract.
Most women laughed and said they never knew there was such a thing as a tickle fetish! The really ticklish ones sometimes closed their eyes and shook their heads when viewing the video of a woman being tickled. Of course, many walked away immediately, though some called back to reschedule a test date. Some walked out with a grand after being tickle tested, and deciding they didn't want to do it, but for the most part, if they went through with the tickle test, they completed the entire process, at least to some degree, if not the full 2 hours. Eventually, and essentially, the process was designed to find and recruit tickle-slaves. Several club "employees" were found this way. Since one of the businesses the flyers were distributed at was a modeling/acting/talent agency, there were more than a couple ladies to visit the house, who went on to become celebrities. Of course, they would never who was behind helping them get those readings, auditions and scripts that set them on their way to stardom. Eventually, recruiting efforts spread out to college campuses, beaches and clubs, in an effort to increase the diversity of the "talent pool".
Once agreed to participate, a woman/women would be picked up in a limo, with blacked out windows in the back. There would be no way for them to see where they were going, until they were already at the "house". Once there, they would undergo preparation, i.e. baths, leg shaving, pedicures, body shampoos, etc. After being pampered, they'd be led to a room and secured. The tickling was usually meted out by club "members" or the "lawyers". Mr K, though in excellent health, just didn't have the strength to effectively tickle these young women 1/3 or 1/4 his age!
On one occasion, there were two friends, Jenny and Lyn, both 19 years of age. They were both BIG Madonna fans, and arrived decked out in full "boy toy" gear! Mr K loved it, and wanted them to stay in the outfits while tickled. When the time came, Jenny decided that she couldn't go through with it, not for 2 hours, she was really too ticklish she explained, and backed out of it. Making her way to where her friend was being tickled, something happened with her. Lyn was sitting in a chair, her wrists tied to the arms, and her feet tied to the legs of the chair. The chair sat atop a block, so that Lyn's feet dangled, instead of touching the ground. Jenny begged to tickle her friend...she just had to!! She couldn't resist seeing Lyn in such a vulnerable position. Mr K gave the okay, and Jenny rushed to her friend.
"Guess whoooo!" she cooed as she knelt besides Lyn's right foot, while a man tickled her left foot.
"Jenhaaa???" she laughed
"Gitchy gitchy" teased Jenny as her long nails slid up and down Lyn's bare foot. Lyn screamed instantly at the feeling of those nails on her sole. Mr K took immediate notice! This was the closest type of that "helpless" laughter he'd heard, since seeing/hearing Cindy tickled on the beach that day! He felt the excitment building in him as peels of laughter came out of Lyn's body. The poor girl shook and tried to kick, but the chair was cemented to the block it was on, so there was no give as her toes felt Jenny's nails digging between them.
"Hey, wanna see where she's MOOOOST ticklish?" Jen asked, rising and walking around to her friends back.
"Nonono, Jen Pleeeese!!" pleaded Lyn, but it was too late, Jen had placed her fingers on either side of Lyn's lower ribs, right underneath the halter top, so that her fingers were on Lyn's bare flesh. She then began massaging her thumbs into the ribs while squeezing underneath the rib cage with the knuckles of her index fingers. Lyn would have leapt to Mars, had the restraint not been so secure! She let out a shriek followed by silence. She shrieked rhythmically between gasps and silence, while her head shook from side to side. Upstairs in his private room, Mr K's mouth filled with water as he felt something very powerful building inside him. He realized that as wonderful as Lyn was, she only reached her full potential with Jenny tickling her. All these years, he'd been concentrating on the person being tickled, but now he realized that the tickler was just as important as the ticklee! Here, was a true Vellicatrix, and she probably didn't even know it!! He had to have her.
It took very little convincing for Jenny to come on board as a staff tickler. Being that she was so ticklish herself, she sort of had a built in instinct for sniffing out the most ticklish spots on a woman, and getting the most out of them. Mr K paid Jen quite well, in fact a tickler's pay was hourly and though less than that of the ticklee, a tickler could work up to 4 days a week, and have as many as 3 tickling sessions a day, which proved to be quite lucrative.
One of the biggest thrills for club members, was two weeks later, when Lyn came back for a repeat performance, only to find that Jenny was to be her tickler for the next two hours!!! She couldn't believe it, and immediately began pleading, since she knew very well that her friend posessed intimate knowledge of her most ticklish regions. Lyn felt extremely vulnerable, as she'd decided to go fully nude for this particular session! And vulnerable she was, tied spread-eagle to a giant X, and flat on her back, and scarcely any room to squirm, though that didn't stop her from trying!
"That'll do!!" Jen chided, as she passed a long blue feather over one bare instep. Lyn gasped slightly, pointed her toes, but remained silent. Jen tested the feather's tip up the wrinkled foot bottom, making toes wiggle. She walked upwards, flicking the feather ever so lightly over the shin, around the knee....gliding over the thigh, then round and round the bellybutton. The feather found it's way up the side of the ribcage, the traced the curve of one nicely shaped young breast. Lyn twitched every now and then, but mostly whimpered in a pleading way. By the time the feather had found her neck, then passed over her lips, Lyn didn't think she could take any more, and she almost cried when she heard, "And now, back down the other side!", as Jen traced the same ticklish path on the opposite side of Lyn's sensitve body. She was making the Lyn crazy, mad with anticipation, which raised the level of ticklishness.
Once back at the young woman's feet, Jen began to tickle a bit more in earnest. Pressing the feather against the sole and running it up and down brought forth a shower of giggles from her friend. Rather pleased with the effect, Jen began to use a combination of her nails and the feather. First, she dragged the feather up her friend's sole, only to be followed by her own nails raking upwards. Screams of laughter erupted from Lyn as the sensations overwhelmed her. She then moved over to the other foot and began a similar treatment. Giggles were even more forthcoming, as she placed the feather in her mouth, using it to tickle the tops of Lyn's toes, while both of her hands explored the ticklish sole. Squeals of laughter echoed off the walls. Jen after a few more strokes, positioned herself kneeling between both ankles, and began wiggling her fingernails in the arches of both feet. Lyn kicked violently, but to no avail, as the cuffs held her securely, all she could do is just laugh helplessly. Inching inwards a bit, Jen reached up and swept her long nails from the ankle up to the inner thighs and back. She repeated the torture a few more times amidst pleas for mercy, in between giggles. She stopped at the knees of her victim.
"NO!! You can't, not my KNEEHEEEEHEES!!!", pleaded Lyn as her tormentor gave a firm squeeze to each of her knees. Jen would alternate techniques: while on hand was squeezing one knee, the other would be nestled underneath, tickling the back of the other knee. This was particularly effective, since Lyn couldn't bend her knee at all to protect herself, and could only shriek with laughter. Directing her attention elsewhere, Jen's fingernails zig-zagged all across the inner-thighs. The nails walked their way up to the top of the thigh, then, were dragged back down towards the knee. As much as the previous tickling had been unbearable, this was twice as bad for Lyn, with her legs spread wide open that way, and no way to escape the powerful ticklings. Sweat began to glisten on the bound woman's body, her laughter and screams came from deep inside her now. She tried her best to twist away from the tickling her friend was giving her, but she couldn't. She pleaded for mercy, but got none, as nails pricked and pinched at the soft ticklish flesh on her inner-thighs, eliciting wild laughter.
Finally, Jen stopped and rose to her feet. Lyn was still giggling and trying to catch her breath. Her stomach ached and she could still feel little tickles all over her legs. Then she felt her body tilting downward at an angle. Jen was using the hydraulics, to tip the frame upwards, so that Lyn would soon be in a standing position. Lyn scarcely had time to realize she'd gone from laying down, to standing, before she realized that she was giggling. Feathers were doing a dance in her armpits. Jen was behind her, and swept the feathers from the elbow down into the hollows, along the sides of the breast, circling the nipples, then back up. Lyn's laughter came in hiccups now, as she arched her back up and down. Then she felt fingernails wiggling under her arms and screamed shaking her head back and forth. The fingers quickly moved up under her neck, but as she tried to clench down on them, the were back into her armpits.
Lyn never realized how overwhelming being tickled could be. She was completely at the mercy of Jen, her tickler, and that helplessness seemed to make her respond that much more to the tickling. She felt one of Jen's hands wrap around her, and begin squeezing the ribs just underneath her breast, while the other hand came around and dipped a fingernail into her bellybutton. Lyn's convulsions shook the frame, while her screams of laughter shook the eardrums of anyone within earshot. After having her fill, Jen switched, and the other side of her ribcage got a turn, while this time she used all five fingers to scrape over and across Lyn's bellybutton.
Having a feel for her friend's limit, Jen eased back on her torture, picking up the feathers again. She let them pass over and around Lyn's nipples, which to both of their surprise had been hard for quite a while now. Lyn squirmed, and giggled softly, but figured she could handle this for the most part. She didn't expect that her friend would turn the feathers around, using the quill to skate down her sides.
"NOO PLEASE!!!!" she cried, knowing that Jen was about to tickle her in her most ticklish spot! Tossing aside the feathers, Jen rested her fingertips on either side of her friend, right on the soft spot underneath the ribcage. Keeping her hands in position, Jen gave one quick poke with her index finger, causing Lyn to shriek and twist her body to a side. Then, Jen used the opposite index finger to poke the other side, again bringing a shriek. She repeated this rhythmically, methodically poking each side alternately. First, she did so with a slow pace, the gradually quickened, bringing a shriek from Lyn with each poke. Lyn could feel her friend's fingers resting against her most ticklish area, and she could now telegraph when she was going to get tickled. The combination was enough to drive her out of her mind, and as the tickles got faster and faster, Lyn's shrieking turned into one long scream. Eventually, Jen began to use her fingers to pinch repeatedly in Lyn's sensitive sides. Lyn wailed, then became almost completely silent. Her head dropped and she stood almost completely motionless as she laughed in silence. Aside from her stomach convulsing, and her chest heaving, there was no movement, and aside from her quick gasps for air every few moments, there was no other sound, a transgression which found Jen's tickling pinches working their way up into the armpits, then back down the sides. Lyn's lips tried to mouth the words "NO MORE!", but the sound never came. In a fit of inspiration, Jen picked up a feather duster and began to tickle her friend's vagina, while continuing to tickle the sides. Lyn screamed and her whole body twisted and shook from the new tickling sensations, just as her 2 hours came to an end. Lyn agreed to come again ONLY if Jen would not be her tickler, and though she would be tickled on several more occasions, none ever quite measured up.
For his birthday, Mr. K had only one wish, one request: to hear the lovely, helpless laughter of his all-time favorite ticklee. The "inner-circle" had forged a great friendship over the many years, and all felt a great fondness for each other. Because of this, they were all resolved to make this wish come true for their beloved Kendall. She strode into the room. No longer then young, Madonna-wannabe. She was now a wife, a mother, a career woman, an Academy Award-winning actress. Her beauty and grace were now fully mature, and mother or not, there was not one flaw to be found about her person. Above all else, she was greatful to Mr K, for his guidance, friendship and help over the years. There had been many vellicatrixes over the years, but she had always been the best. Whenever discussion turned to "the one" who always managed to get a ticklee to the other level each and every time, one name always surfaced again and again.... Jenny, without a doubt. Indeed, more than one tenured member had mistakenly assumed she was here to reprise her tickler role once more. So how did it come to pass, the all-time number one vellicatrix would be the all time number one ticklee? This is the story a Vellicatrix, with a secret.
© Terorizer 1996
The Vellicatrix's Secret
Vellicate.... there are many who know the meaning of the word. Not surprising, considering there are so many with the strange yet wonderful fascination with the phenomenon of tickle. That said, it would not be difficult for one to figure out what a Vellicatrix is: A Dominatrix, who specializes and operates exclusively in the art of tickle torture. What few people know however, is Vellicatrixes really do exist; with real live tickle-subjects/slaves and work in real live underground clubs and secret societies. Here is the story of one such society/club...and in particular, one such Vellicatrix.
Alexander Kendall was his name.Called "Mr. K" by those with whom he had regular contact. Recluse and billionaire. An aged man, nearing his 103rd birthday, he had been a fledgling vaudeville comedian back during the first half of this century. There was something about having the power to make people laugh... women in particular. Though this love for female laughter would not mature for many years, looking back now, he could see that there was always a thrill to be had in the spontaneous giggle of a female. With the silent picture on it's way out, Mr. K could see that "soundies" were the future. Concentrating on the motion picture, he became one of the most respected, and connected men in early Hollywood. A few patents and copyrights later, he'd already become one of the richest men in the country. Forming many production companies, talent agencies, and assorted companies, Mr K became the man, behind the man, behind the man, behind the scenes. So profusely private, only a handful of his employees knew the identity of their true employer. In truth, Mr. K was more like a real life "Kaiser Soze" from that movie, "The Usual Suspects".
In the early '60's, tragedy was to strike Kendall. While travelling with his wife and two children on train, their car was struck by a wayward bus on a rainy night, causing it to derail, killing his wife and children instantly. Kendall himself suffered injuries so grave and serious, they would forever deprive him of again knowing a woman sexually, in even the most natural and basic way. Long months of depression and sorrow ensued. The only will and energy he could muster was concentrated towards rehabilitation, even though his world grew more and more dim with the passing of each day. It is possible both chance and fate convened on his behalf the day Kendall sat perched atop a rock overlooking the ocean on his private beach. As he grieved internally, a sound assaulted his ears, and penetrated the very core of his being! Not only did it penetrate him, but it stirred something very deep inside him, something he'd never felt before....and yet something a vaguely familiar.. still, something not felt in a long time! The sound was laughter! Not just laughter, but the laughter of a woman....a beautiful, vibrant woman... even more than that, helpless laughter....like when he was back doing vaudeville, and he was really hot, really "on" with his material and there would be that one lady in the front row howling helplessly with laughter over his antics....as if with each bit, each gesture, each fiat, he was with his very on appendages reaching out and tickling her! Kendall turned to where he could look on the other side of the rock, to the public beach, and he could see in the distance, a cute, young lady, buried in the sand, with only her feet and head sticking out. There was a group of people around her, 2 male, 1 female, apparently tickling her feet! Again, that laughter hit him. Feeling more alive now than he had in a year, Kendall made his way closer, hoping that they wouldn't stop tickling her before he did. Making his way towards the group of young people, he positioned himself behind a receptacle on the beach, perhaps 10yards away, but giving him a clear view of the pretty young blonde's bare, pink soles.
"You've had this coming for a looooong time!!", he heard one of the guys say as he wiggled his fingers along the bottom of a bare sole.
"Yeah, Cindy," the other female continued, "You NEVER want to drive to the beach when it's your turn. HA!" And with that, she scraped her nails across Cindy's foot-bottom.
Cindy screamed with laughter, and pointed her feet reflexively. "YOU are still the one who has to drive!!!" she managed to spit out, giggling her head off.
Kendall sat almost paralyzed! Something, was building inside him as he listened to screams of laughter being tickled out of this young woman, something sensual even. It was almost beginning to feel something close to erotic, when the laughter stopped. They were pulling Cindy out of the sand. Looking at his watch, Kendall realized they'd been tickling her for almost a solid 10 minutes! Her laughter still echoed in his head.
Thus began Mr K's obsession with the phenomenon we know as tickle. It was as though the ticklish energy that had been tickled out of Cindy, found it's way into his very soul! Over the next 25 years, Mr K would use his incredible wealth and resources to build and create his dream: A sanctuary for Vellicators. Travelling the globe, he ventured into both secret and public S&M clubs in Europe, studied the entire BDSM scene, read up on the use of tickling as torture/punishment by the Chinese, Romans and Puritans as well as the notorious "foot-ticklers" of Russia. After amassing all desired material, compiling all of the research, and adding his own desires and fantasies, Mr K began to design and build his "Tickle House". A full-fledged dungeon, housed inside of a huge mansion. The house contained every method of restraint known to man, (and in some cases, animal). In addition, as the years went by, Mr K added even more "areas"...some with "themes". For instance, there was the "Harem" room, inspired by "I Dream Of Jenie", with plenty of pillows and scarves for tying, the "Barbarella" room, with a custom "Tickling bed", the "Clash of the Titans" room, where a woman would be shackled to a rock, the perfect tickle sacrifice.
Some rooms had simple pillories and stocks, others the most sophisticated racks and tables, while still others modified dentist and gynecologist chairs; even more were equipped with 4-poster beds and of course, the room where it all began: the Beach room, containing more than enough sand to completely bury one or more ticklees.
Employees acting under strict guidelines, carried out Mr K's specifications and orders, without knowledge of who they worked for. Mr K dealt only with a few of his employees, and all of them were lawyers. In fact, lawyers who shared his particular passion. By the late 70's, he'd created the LOL Society, "Love of Laughter". The initial members were people in the Underground Tickling scene that he'd come across during his research and studies, maybe 7 or 8 individuals. Over the years, the membership grew to 30. It was a very exclusive club. Privacy and discretion were of the utmost importance. So private a club in fact, on average, only 6 applications were received annually, and of those, a mere 2 accepted for membership. Exhaustive questions, interviews and thorough scrutiny had to be negotiated before admission was granted. Mr K wanted very much to protect the club and it's members.
In the early years, almost exclusively, the tickle-victims were supplied by the members. The problem with that, was the club met only a few times a year, which left Mr K to endure without his favorite indulgences more so than not. In 1981, Mr K began actively seeking females to be brought to the "Tickle House". With tactics and strategy carefully crafted by he and his tickle-loving lawyers, Mr K began to stock his house with a ticklish female staff.
Everything was legal and consensual. Knowing that such a strange and unusual request would be met with a certain amount of skepticism and disbelief, the "recruiting" lawyers were authorized to make offers of large sums of money for services. First, fliers would be circulated at any of the dozens of companies that Mr K owned, advertising for adult females only:
"Are you in need of cash?
Are you ticklish?
Please call number below"
Upon calling the number, women would be informed that this was a legitimate offer, for up to $5,000, which included no sex, and if interested, to leave their name and a number at which they could be reached. Within 24hrs, they would be contacted with an offer to meet for an appointment, and explanation. If accepted, she would be met at a set time, by a limousine, with one of the lawyers greeting her. Once in, the lawyer would explain that he was acting on behalf of his elderly employer who had a fetish for seeing women tickled and hearing their laughter. Upon which, a video would be played of a recent woman being tickled mercilessly, to show what she'd be subjected to. Should the woman still be interested, the limousine would be driven to her bank, while the lawyer produced a contract.
The contract stated specifics about services being performed, about vellication, specific dollar amounts for specific services, consent, confidentiality and safety. Nudity optional, but no more than one layer of clothing permitted to cover skin. Upon arriving at the bank, a $1,000 money order would be produced, and offered to the female, with a promise of up to $4,000 more to be had, depending on services performed. The whole case would be done in stages. $1,000 for agreeing to appear for a test. Another $1,000 to go through with a tickle test, to determine whether the female would be ideal or not. If chosen, and agreed to perform, $2,000 for 2 hours of tickling, $1,000 for 1 hour, $500 for one half hour, or $50 for each ten minutes. If full 2 hours is completed, an additional $1,000 if agreed to return for another 2hr session within the next 2 weeks, with a guaranteed $5,000. If the contract were signed, $1,000 in cash would be given. Should the woman want to wait until the test, she would be given the money order to do with as she wished, however, drawing on any of the funds would be considered agreement to at least show up for said test, an agreement made verbally and captured on video. Should she give verbal agreement, draw on the funds, and not show for test within 30 days from the deposit date, full legal action would be pursued due to breech of contract.
Most women laughed and said they never knew there was such a thing as a tickle fetish! The really ticklish ones sometimes closed their eyes and shook their heads when viewing the video of a woman being tickled. Of course, many walked away immediately, though some called back to reschedule a test date. Some walked out with a grand after being tickle tested, and deciding they didn't want to do it, but for the most part, if they went through with the tickle test, they completed the entire process, at least to some degree, if not the full 2 hours. Eventually, and essentially, the process was designed to find and recruit tickle-slaves. Several club "employees" were found this way. Since one of the businesses the flyers were distributed at was a modeling/acting/talent agency, there were more than a couple ladies to visit the house, who went on to become celebrities. Of course, they would never who was behind helping them get those readings, auditions and scripts that set them on their way to stardom. Eventually, recruiting efforts spread out to college campuses, beaches and clubs, in an effort to increase the diversity of the "talent pool".
Once agreed to participate, a woman/women would be picked up in a limo, with blacked out windows in the back. There would be no way for them to see where they were going, until they were already at the "house". Once there, they would undergo preparation, i.e. baths, leg shaving, pedicures, body shampoos, etc. After being pampered, they'd be led to a room and secured. The tickling was usually meted out by club "members" or the "lawyers". Mr K, though in excellent health, just didn't have the strength to effectively tickle these young women 1/3 or 1/4 his age!
On one occasion, there were two friends, Jenny and Lyn, both 19 years of age. They were both BIG Madonna fans, and arrived decked out in full "boy toy" gear! Mr K loved it, and wanted them to stay in the outfits while tickled. When the time came, Jenny decided that she couldn't go through with it, not for 2 hours, she was really too ticklish she explained, and backed out of it. Making her way to where her friend was being tickled, something happened with her. Lyn was sitting in a chair, her wrists tied to the arms, and her feet tied to the legs of the chair. The chair sat atop a block, so that Lyn's feet dangled, instead of touching the ground. Jenny begged to tickle her friend...she just had to!! She couldn't resist seeing Lyn in such a vulnerable position. Mr K gave the okay, and Jenny rushed to her friend.
"Guess whoooo!" she cooed as she knelt besides Lyn's right foot, while a man tickled her left foot.
"Jenhaaa???" she laughed
"Gitchy gitchy" teased Jenny as her long nails slid up and down Lyn's bare foot. Lyn screamed instantly at the feeling of those nails on her sole. Mr K took immediate notice! This was the closest type of that "helpless" laughter he'd heard, since seeing/hearing Cindy tickled on the beach that day! He felt the excitment building in him as peels of laughter came out of Lyn's body. The poor girl shook and tried to kick, but the chair was cemented to the block it was on, so there was no give as her toes felt Jenny's nails digging between them.
"Hey, wanna see where she's MOOOOST ticklish?" Jen asked, rising and walking around to her friends back.
"Nonono, Jen Pleeeese!!" pleaded Lyn, but it was too late, Jen had placed her fingers on either side of Lyn's lower ribs, right underneath the halter top, so that her fingers were on Lyn's bare flesh. She then began massaging her thumbs into the ribs while squeezing underneath the rib cage with the knuckles of her index fingers. Lyn would have leapt to Mars, had the restraint not been so secure! She let out a shriek followed by silence. She shrieked rhythmically between gasps and silence, while her head shook from side to side. Upstairs in his private room, Mr K's mouth filled with water as he felt something very powerful building inside him. He realized that as wonderful as Lyn was, she only reached her full potential with Jenny tickling her. All these years, he'd been concentrating on the person being tickled, but now he realized that the tickler was just as important as the ticklee! Here, was a true Vellicatrix, and she probably didn't even know it!! He had to have her.
It took very little convincing for Jenny to come on board as a staff tickler. Being that she was so ticklish herself, she sort of had a built in instinct for sniffing out the most ticklish spots on a woman, and getting the most out of them. Mr K paid Jen quite well, in fact a tickler's pay was hourly and though less than that of the ticklee, a tickler could work up to 4 days a week, and have as many as 3 tickling sessions a day, which proved to be quite lucrative.
One of the biggest thrills for club members, was two weeks later, when Lyn came back for a repeat performance, only to find that Jenny was to be her tickler for the next two hours!!! She couldn't believe it, and immediately began pleading, since she knew very well that her friend posessed intimate knowledge of her most ticklish regions. Lyn felt extremely vulnerable, as she'd decided to go fully nude for this particular session! And vulnerable she was, tied spread-eagle to a giant X, and flat on her back, and scarcely any room to squirm, though that didn't stop her from trying!
"That'll do!!" Jen chided, as she passed a long blue feather over one bare instep. Lyn gasped slightly, pointed her toes, but remained silent. Jen tested the feather's tip up the wrinkled foot bottom, making toes wiggle. She walked upwards, flicking the feather ever so lightly over the shin, around the knee....gliding over the thigh, then round and round the bellybutton. The feather found it's way up the side of the ribcage, the traced the curve of one nicely shaped young breast. Lyn twitched every now and then, but mostly whimpered in a pleading way. By the time the feather had found her neck, then passed over her lips, Lyn didn't think she could take any more, and she almost cried when she heard, "And now, back down the other side!", as Jen traced the same ticklish path on the opposite side of Lyn's sensitve body. She was making the Lyn crazy, mad with anticipation, which raised the level of ticklishness.
Once back at the young woman's feet, Jen began to tickle a bit more in earnest. Pressing the feather against the sole and running it up and down brought forth a shower of giggles from her friend. Rather pleased with the effect, Jen began to use a combination of her nails and the feather. First, she dragged the feather up her friend's sole, only to be followed by her own nails raking upwards. Screams of laughter erupted from Lyn as the sensations overwhelmed her. She then moved over to the other foot and began a similar treatment. Giggles were even more forthcoming, as she placed the feather in her mouth, using it to tickle the tops of Lyn's toes, while both of her hands explored the ticklish sole. Squeals of laughter echoed off the walls. Jen after a few more strokes, positioned herself kneeling between both ankles, and began wiggling her fingernails in the arches of both feet. Lyn kicked violently, but to no avail, as the cuffs held her securely, all she could do is just laugh helplessly. Inching inwards a bit, Jen reached up and swept her long nails from the ankle up to the inner thighs and back. She repeated the torture a few more times amidst pleas for mercy, in between giggles. She stopped at the knees of her victim.
"NO!! You can't, not my KNEEHEEEEHEES!!!", pleaded Lyn as her tormentor gave a firm squeeze to each of her knees. Jen would alternate techniques: while on hand was squeezing one knee, the other would be nestled underneath, tickling the back of the other knee. This was particularly effective, since Lyn couldn't bend her knee at all to protect herself, and could only shriek with laughter. Directing her attention elsewhere, Jen's fingernails zig-zagged all across the inner-thighs. The nails walked their way up to the top of the thigh, then, were dragged back down towards the knee. As much as the previous tickling had been unbearable, this was twice as bad for Lyn, with her legs spread wide open that way, and no way to escape the powerful ticklings. Sweat began to glisten on the bound woman's body, her laughter and screams came from deep inside her now. She tried her best to twist away from the tickling her friend was giving her, but she couldn't. She pleaded for mercy, but got none, as nails pricked and pinched at the soft ticklish flesh on her inner-thighs, eliciting wild laughter.
Finally, Jen stopped and rose to her feet. Lyn was still giggling and trying to catch her breath. Her stomach ached and she could still feel little tickles all over her legs. Then she felt her body tilting downward at an angle. Jen was using the hydraulics, to tip the frame upwards, so that Lyn would soon be in a standing position. Lyn scarcely had time to realize she'd gone from laying down, to standing, before she realized that she was giggling. Feathers were doing a dance in her armpits. Jen was behind her, and swept the feathers from the elbow down into the hollows, along the sides of the breast, circling the nipples, then back up. Lyn's laughter came in hiccups now, as she arched her back up and down. Then she felt fingernails wiggling under her arms and screamed shaking her head back and forth. The fingers quickly moved up under her neck, but as she tried to clench down on them, the were back into her armpits.
Lyn never realized how overwhelming being tickled could be. She was completely at the mercy of Jen, her tickler, and that helplessness seemed to make her respond that much more to the tickling. She felt one of Jen's hands wrap around her, and begin squeezing the ribs just underneath her breast, while the other hand came around and dipped a fingernail into her bellybutton. Lyn's convulsions shook the frame, while her screams of laughter shook the eardrums of anyone within earshot. After having her fill, Jen switched, and the other side of her ribcage got a turn, while this time she used all five fingers to scrape over and across Lyn's bellybutton.
Having a feel for her friend's limit, Jen eased back on her torture, picking up the feathers again. She let them pass over and around Lyn's nipples, which to both of their surprise had been hard for quite a while now. Lyn squirmed, and giggled softly, but figured she could handle this for the most part. She didn't expect that her friend would turn the feathers around, using the quill to skate down her sides.
"NOO PLEASE!!!!" she cried, knowing that Jen was about to tickle her in her most ticklish spot! Tossing aside the feathers, Jen rested her fingertips on either side of her friend, right on the soft spot underneath the ribcage. Keeping her hands in position, Jen gave one quick poke with her index finger, causing Lyn to shriek and twist her body to a side. Then, Jen used the opposite index finger to poke the other side, again bringing a shriek. She repeated this rhythmically, methodically poking each side alternately. First, she did so with a slow pace, the gradually quickened, bringing a shriek from Lyn with each poke. Lyn could feel her friend's fingers resting against her most ticklish area, and she could now telegraph when she was going to get tickled. The combination was enough to drive her out of her mind, and as the tickles got faster and faster, Lyn's shrieking turned into one long scream. Eventually, Jen began to use her fingers to pinch repeatedly in Lyn's sensitive sides. Lyn wailed, then became almost completely silent. Her head dropped and she stood almost completely motionless as she laughed in silence. Aside from her stomach convulsing, and her chest heaving, there was no movement, and aside from her quick gasps for air every few moments, there was no other sound, a transgression which found Jen's tickling pinches working their way up into the armpits, then back down the sides. Lyn's lips tried to mouth the words "NO MORE!", but the sound never came. In a fit of inspiration, Jen picked up a feather duster and began to tickle her friend's vagina, while continuing to tickle the sides. Lyn screamed and her whole body twisted and shook from the new tickling sensations, just as her 2 hours came to an end. Lyn agreed to come again ONLY if Jen would not be her tickler, and though she would be tickled on several more occasions, none ever quite measured up.
For his birthday, Mr. K had only one wish, one request: to hear the lovely, helpless laughter of his all-time favorite ticklee. The "inner-circle" had forged a great friendship over the many years, and all felt a great fondness for each other. Because of this, they were all resolved to make this wish come true for their beloved Kendall. She strode into the room. No longer then young, Madonna-wannabe. She was now a wife, a mother, a career woman, an Academy Award-winning actress. Her beauty and grace were now fully mature, and mother or not, there was not one flaw to be found about her person. Above all else, she was greatful to Mr K, for his guidance, friendship and help over the years. There had been many vellicatrixes over the years, but she had always been the best. Whenever discussion turned to "the one" who always managed to get a ticklee to the other level each and every time, one name always surfaced again and again.... Jenny, without a doubt. Indeed, more than one tenured member had mistakenly assumed she was here to reprise her tickler role once more. So how did it come to pass, the all-time number one vellicatrix would be the all time number one ticklee? This is the story a Vellicatrix, with a secret.
© Terorizer 1996
