Melissa stretched her lean body, working out the kinks in her sore muscles as the day drew to a close. It had been a long one, and she was looking forward to a nice long soak in a warm tub to melt away the tensions of the day.
She stood and smoothed her short skirt, tucked in her silky blouse, and for a brief moment admired her 3” high heeled sandles where her fire engine red toenails drew everyone’s attention. They were a white spaghetti-thong sandle which exposed almost all of the Doctor’s pretty bare feet. Melissa rarely wore nylons as her fit, tanned legs needed no help to look beautiful.
Dr. G was a rare beauty. In her early 30’s she possessed a figure that most body builders would die for – six pack abs, firm biceps, and long killer legs that ended in a pair of the cutest feet that ever walked this earth.
Just as she was getting ready to leave, the door to her office opened. In strode one of the nurses, Angel. Angela was a raven haired beauty who stood an inch taller than Melissa yet was no where as sweet as the good doctor. Her large breasts were barely contained within the straining buttons of her uniform and she had a pair of piercing green eyes that could nail one to the wall!
Taken aback at her abrupt entrance, the blonde doctor staggered back a step as she felt a sudden butterfly fluttering in her tummy. Angela’s mere presence unsettled her and she didn’t know why.
Smiling luridly, Angela tossed an envelope on to Melissa’s desk and said in a sultry voice “Follow the instructions…or else!” Chuckling wickedly, the buxom nurse spun on one heel and click-clacked her way out of Dr. G’s office.
Still shuddering slightly from Angela’s sudden appearance, she returned to her desk and retrieved the envelope.
Melissa opened the envelope with shaking fingers and gasped with horror at what she saw!
Inside were more than a few photos that chilled the good doctor to the bone. They showed her trapped in a set of stocks, completely nude! The expression on her face was one of hilarious rapture as a group of ordinary citizens tickled her bare feet in a public square!
Still reeling from the impact of the photos, Melissa read the enclosed note.
“Arrive at the back door to the Maiden’s Den at 7:00PM tonight; no earlier.. no later. Failing in this, the video that these photos were taken from will be plastered across the internet before midnight!”
Melissa crashed down into her chair. “Oh no! Not again!”
Her mind reeled as she remembered a vacation years ago in St. Thomas. She’d been imbibing freely and made friends with a local woman who “knew the best spots”. Unfortunately for Melissa, her friend’s “best spot” was a private Domme club where she sold Melissa into bondage slavery! Never in her wildest dreams would she think that wild night would come back to haunt her!
A cold numbness and crippling fear settled into her stomach as she realized that if video of that wild night were to get out, her career would be ruined !
Resigned to her fate, Melissa left the hospital and headed down into town.
The Maiden’s Den appeared to be a rather lackluster bistro at its face but never judge a book my its cover. As she was ushered in the back door at exactly 7:00 PM, she found herself in a secluded world of opulence and decadence. Rich carpeting covered the floor and expensive art and tasteful appointments abounded. This was certainly not a seedy beer joint on the rougher side of town!
No sooner had Melissa begun to take in the richness of this private club when a woman dressed as a French Maid slid a sleep mask blindfold over her eyes, took her by the hand, and said “You are to come with me”.
Resignation, fear, (and excitement ?) battled within Dr. G’s mind as she was led deeper into the very expensive club. Her ears felt the change in pressure as they left a hallway and entered a much larger room. She could hear hoarse, tortured laughter... the clink of glasses and ice … murmurs and applause as if she were in a night club!
She was led across a wooden floor where the maid instructed her to kneel.
“Bu…. But I….” she stammered.
“No talking!” the maid sternly commanded, “…Mistress Angela does not permit it! Now KNEEL!” she was ordered as the maid firmly forced her down.
Melissa’s mind was whirling as her knees met a soft leather pad on the floor. Within seconds her trim ankles were securely bound in a set of padded stocks that were quickly locked tight. Still she heard the strained laughter from nearby and mixed with it, earthy moans of pleasure as leather straps were tightened around the back of her knees; forcing her thighs wide open and completely immobilizing her legs.
Mistress Angela walked up to Melissa and pulled off her mask. Blinking her eyes, she beheld a far different Angela than what she had seen at the hospital. She was dressed in a leather boustier that pushed up her large breasts and did little to hide them. Black garters and high fashion black hose ended in a pair of 5” stiletto heels, completing her perfectly outrageous Domme outfit.
The doctor gasped in horror as she saw a room full of about 100 people! They all appeared to be well-to-do women between 30 and 40 with their young escorts; some male, some female. A feeling of complete helplessness made her gulp, yet a warm glow was starting in her tummy.
Her horror turned to terror when she sought out the source of the strained laughter and sexually charged moaning. “OH MY GOD!” she thought to herself, “…THAT’S KELLY!”
Strapped in a wide spread eagle on a padded leather table was her acquaintance Kelly. Her shapely nude body was covered in a sheen of perspiration and her face bore a huge idiot’s smile of uncontrolled, silent laughter. This, no doubt, was due to the fact that two of the classy ladies were raking their long manicured nails up and down her bare soles while two more were teasing her voluptuous breasts, nipples and underarms with stiff feathers!
But what had Kelly writhing lewdly in her laughter was an absolutely gorgeous Oriental lady that was using her long nails to tickle and excite Kelly’s very exposed pussy! The Asian woman looked up, stared Melissa directly in the eyes, winked at her with a leer, then slid two fingers deep inside to tickle Kelly there!
Kelly’s eyes shot wide open and her back arched as she raised her hips off the table. Her body began to vibrate and an unholy guttural cry of sexual release was ripped from her raw throat! Frantically, she pounded her shapely buns against the leather as the Oriental, who knew JUST how to drive a woman mad with lust, forced one orgasm after another from the helpless blonde!
Melissa knew she was in serious trouble! But there was nothing she could do! The blackmail threat was enough to keep her compliant, yet some vestiges of defiance still remained.
Finally, Kelly slumped to the table, completely spent, and the crowd applauded and whistled their approval.
Mistress Angela placed a finger on her chin and forced her to regard her piercing green eyes.
Softly, she addressed Melissa with a throaty voice that raised goose-pimples on the blonde doctor’s skin. “It took me some time to trace down that video of your vacation you know! But I had help from our little network, you see. I have been waiting a long time to train you! Oh yes, I’ve watched you strut around the hospital showing off your sexy tanned legs and those pretty little feet of yours! I’ve even watched you on Saturdays when you prance around barefoot, teasing everyone in sight.”
Melissa tried to swallow a very large lump that formed in her throat.
“But as you can see, we have guests that are here to be entertained. So do be a dear and give them a sexy little strip tease, won’t you ?”
Melissa’s eyes were as large as saucers! “OH!..No I COULDN’T” she gasped, “…the embarrassment, the humiliation…..NO!”
Angela grabbed Melissa’s chin firmly. “Your embarrassment and humiliation has not even BEGUN yet Little Missy!” she said in a voice that made Dr. G shudder with abject fear. “I do believe I mentioned our network?” she asked. “At this moment there are 5 cameras trained on you and broadcasting to over 20 exclusive clubs just like this one. At this moment there are over 5000 some people watching you!”
Melissa’s tanned face went white with horror! So many people watching her being humiliated like this! She was barely able to pull in a breath, yet perversely, that warm glow in her loins began to churn into a hot little fire.
Releasing her chin, Angela crooked a finger to a now released Kelly who padded obediently over. Adoring cow eyes beheld her Mistress as she softly inquired “Yes My Mistress ?”
“It appears our good doctor is somewhat reluctant to entertain our guests. Would you be so kind as to mmmmm… persuade her to be a little more cooperative ?”
A huge smile of rapturous joy spread across Kelly’s face as she said “Oh yes, Mistress!”
Angela strode away as Kelly quickly scampered behind the stocks.
“Kelly! Please!” Melissa whispered. She couldn’t see the blonde behind the high stocks but felt her unbuckling her left sandle. “Kelly! No! Leave my sandle alone!” she begged.
Kelly’s face appeared above the stocks and Melissa was shocked at the expression of feral lust on the cute blonde’s face! Ducking back down behind the stocks, she pulled the sandle from the doctor’s cute foot. Adoringly, she gazed at Melissa’s bare foot – tanned a deep brown on top yet starkly white across the bottom. The buttery softness of that perfect foot made her lick her lips in lustful hunger.
“MEEEEEEEEMPH!!!!!!” Melissa squeaked as she bit on her lip to stop the giggling that was pushing up from her vibrating tummy.
Kelly had slowly drawn the tip of her tongue from Missy’s toes to her arch and around her heel while the blonde doctor scrunched her toes up prettily. Then she began to plant loving French kisses from her heel back down to her toes – her tongue flicking wildly across Melissa’s baby soft feet!
“Meeeeheheheheeeeeee Kellleeeeeeheheheeeeee!!!” she squealed as the giggles broke loose, “..whaaahahahaaaaat are you doooooohohooooooing!!!!!!!”
Despite her humiliation, Melissa’s nipples began to stiffen with arousal as the fires of her lust burned higher. She tried reaching a hand back to stop Kelly but the stocks were too high and she too firmly bound.
“NYAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! Melissa burst forth in uncontrolled laughter as Kelly started dancing her long nails up and down her upturned bare foot!
The good doctor was horribly ticklish everywhere but most notably on her buttery soft bare feet! High voltage jolts of ticklish energy shot up her legs and exploded in her tummy which was fibrillating with uncontrolled laughter that bubbled easily out of Melissa’s wide smiling lips!
Even through her tear-blurred eyes, she could see Angela tapping her high heeled foot and raising an inquiring eyebrow in her direction.
Still Melissa waved her arms and refused to strip for the watching audience of thousands!
That is, until Kelly started unbuckling her right sandle and Missy knew that both of her helpless bare feet were about to be tortured. Frantically, she began unbuttoning her blouse as she cackled and squealed like a helpless little girl! She tossed her blouse away and almost ripped her skirt off when Kelly started in on her other bare foot but she managed through her squealing to peel it off over her head.
“OH MY GOD NO! NOT THAT!” Melissa screamed to herself when Kelly started kissing and sucking on her toes while she tickled her wrinkled arches! She was hoping, now that she wore only bra and panties, that this insidious tickle-torture that was driving her quite mad would stop.
Yet that was not to be the case as Angela slapped the end of her riding crop against Missy’s left breast, then flicked it upward; indicating that she was to strip nude for the applauding, hooting crowd!
All rational thought had already been tickled out of her as she frantically unsnapped and peeled off her lacy bra. Whistles and cat-calls came from the crowd as they beheld her rock hard nipples that stood proudly from her firm tanned breasts. The raging fire in her tummy had engulfed her rapidly moistening pussy and as a humiliation she had never before experienced washed over her, she began to lewdly gyrate her hips with a helpless abandon to her submissive lust!
Kelly expertly turned Melissa’s trapped bare feet into the ultimate tickle-torture-toys! Even her firm butt was jiggling from the helpless laughter when Mistress Angela spanked her moist pussy with her riding crop!
“Rip them off!” she commanded.
Gasping for much needed breath, and whimpering through her laughter, Melissa frantically ripped each side of her lacy panties and cast them away from her; exposing her glistening wet mound to the crowds raucous applause and leaving her completely nude for thousands of people to enjoy!
One could not tell if the bright crimson of her cheeks was due to the tickle-torture her super-sensitive bare feet were receiving or was it the total humiliation of being forced to strip nude while she squealed and laughed helplessly like a little girl!
Kelly suckled hungrily on Melissa’s toes while her long nails traced every single wrinkle of her soft bare soles, not knowing what erotic hell she was plunging the hysterical doctor into!
Angela knew all too well what this was doing to her! With practiced ease, she strapped fur-lined leather manacles around Melissa’s wrists and with a snap of her fingers, ordered the chains tightened which raised them high into the air!
Now Missy’s firm breasts and almost painfully hard nipples were helplessly exposed to the watching thousands. Still, she cackled and writhed shamelessly as Kelly suckled and tickled her defenseless bare feet.
Angela stood nose to nose with her new captive and instructed her. “Don’t you DARE cum until I give you permission! If you do, you will be punished slave! Do you understand me?”
Melissa was unable to understand nor form an answer at this point. Her squeals had escalated into silent laughter and her pussy felt as if it would melt from the fire that flamed behind it! In the back of her mind she felt so tiny and completely humiliated – they’d exposed the fact that she was a helpless tickle-slave who got uncontrollably aroused when her gorgeously soft bare feet were tickled and tortured!
Now Angela’s true wicked nature became known as she brandished a stiff feather and started circling it round and round Missy’s rock hard nipples!
“Don’t you DARE cum Little Missy!” she ordered.
Melissa’s shame was horrendous as the cameras zoomed in on her puffy wet lips and hard little nubbin; easily seen on a large screen display off to the right.
“Now….” Angela teased in a sultry voice, “…I’m going to tickle that sopping wet bald mound of yours!”
That tease alone was enough to make Dr. G explode but when Angela stroked that feather across her rock hard clit she lost all control and squealed and grunted with wild abandon as an enormous orgasm grabbed her lithe body and shook her like the helpless rag-doll she had become!
Each back and forth sawing of the feather had her humping her hips forward and back as she furiously pumped out her hot sweet honey like a fire hose!
Thunderous applause erupted from the audience with hoots, whistles and cat-calls of “Tickle-slave”! Her mind reeled with shame and humiliation as she realized she’d been completely dominated and transformed into Angela’s helpless tickle-slave. Worse still, the realization that thousands of people had seen her so easily broken burned into her brain like a hot poker!
Melissa could not stop the thunderous orgasm as Angela and Kelly tickled her most sensitive spots. Her rational mind abandoned her and her lust took over… craving more…begging for more!
Finally, her lewd wriggling and muscle wrenching vibrations subsided and her perspiration sheened body hung limply in her bonds as she whimpered and giggled.
“You’ve been a naughty little slave, Missy!” Angela crooned threateningly. “I did not tell you to cum, now did I?” she asked. “For that, you will be punished young lady!”
End of Part 1 ;-)
She stood and smoothed her short skirt, tucked in her silky blouse, and for a brief moment admired her 3” high heeled sandles where her fire engine red toenails drew everyone’s attention. They were a white spaghetti-thong sandle which exposed almost all of the Doctor’s pretty bare feet. Melissa rarely wore nylons as her fit, tanned legs needed no help to look beautiful.
Dr. G was a rare beauty. In her early 30’s she possessed a figure that most body builders would die for – six pack abs, firm biceps, and long killer legs that ended in a pair of the cutest feet that ever walked this earth.
Just as she was getting ready to leave, the door to her office opened. In strode one of the nurses, Angel. Angela was a raven haired beauty who stood an inch taller than Melissa yet was no where as sweet as the good doctor. Her large breasts were barely contained within the straining buttons of her uniform and she had a pair of piercing green eyes that could nail one to the wall!
Taken aback at her abrupt entrance, the blonde doctor staggered back a step as she felt a sudden butterfly fluttering in her tummy. Angela’s mere presence unsettled her and she didn’t know why.
Smiling luridly, Angela tossed an envelope on to Melissa’s desk and said in a sultry voice “Follow the instructions…or else!” Chuckling wickedly, the buxom nurse spun on one heel and click-clacked her way out of Dr. G’s office.
Still shuddering slightly from Angela’s sudden appearance, she returned to her desk and retrieved the envelope.
Melissa opened the envelope with shaking fingers and gasped with horror at what she saw!
Inside were more than a few photos that chilled the good doctor to the bone. They showed her trapped in a set of stocks, completely nude! The expression on her face was one of hilarious rapture as a group of ordinary citizens tickled her bare feet in a public square!
Still reeling from the impact of the photos, Melissa read the enclosed note.
“Arrive at the back door to the Maiden’s Den at 7:00PM tonight; no earlier.. no later. Failing in this, the video that these photos were taken from will be plastered across the internet before midnight!”
Melissa crashed down into her chair. “Oh no! Not again!”
Her mind reeled as she remembered a vacation years ago in St. Thomas. She’d been imbibing freely and made friends with a local woman who “knew the best spots”. Unfortunately for Melissa, her friend’s “best spot” was a private Domme club where she sold Melissa into bondage slavery! Never in her wildest dreams would she think that wild night would come back to haunt her!
A cold numbness and crippling fear settled into her stomach as she realized that if video of that wild night were to get out, her career would be ruined !
Resigned to her fate, Melissa left the hospital and headed down into town.
The Maiden’s Den appeared to be a rather lackluster bistro at its face but never judge a book my its cover. As she was ushered in the back door at exactly 7:00 PM, she found herself in a secluded world of opulence and decadence. Rich carpeting covered the floor and expensive art and tasteful appointments abounded. This was certainly not a seedy beer joint on the rougher side of town!
No sooner had Melissa begun to take in the richness of this private club when a woman dressed as a French Maid slid a sleep mask blindfold over her eyes, took her by the hand, and said “You are to come with me”.
Resignation, fear, (and excitement ?) battled within Dr. G’s mind as she was led deeper into the very expensive club. Her ears felt the change in pressure as they left a hallway and entered a much larger room. She could hear hoarse, tortured laughter... the clink of glasses and ice … murmurs and applause as if she were in a night club!
She was led across a wooden floor where the maid instructed her to kneel.
“Bu…. But I….” she stammered.
“No talking!” the maid sternly commanded, “…Mistress Angela does not permit it! Now KNEEL!” she was ordered as the maid firmly forced her down.
Melissa’s mind was whirling as her knees met a soft leather pad on the floor. Within seconds her trim ankles were securely bound in a set of padded stocks that were quickly locked tight. Still she heard the strained laughter from nearby and mixed with it, earthy moans of pleasure as leather straps were tightened around the back of her knees; forcing her thighs wide open and completely immobilizing her legs.
Mistress Angela walked up to Melissa and pulled off her mask. Blinking her eyes, she beheld a far different Angela than what she had seen at the hospital. She was dressed in a leather boustier that pushed up her large breasts and did little to hide them. Black garters and high fashion black hose ended in a pair of 5” stiletto heels, completing her perfectly outrageous Domme outfit.
The doctor gasped in horror as she saw a room full of about 100 people! They all appeared to be well-to-do women between 30 and 40 with their young escorts; some male, some female. A feeling of complete helplessness made her gulp, yet a warm glow was starting in her tummy.
Her horror turned to terror when she sought out the source of the strained laughter and sexually charged moaning. “OH MY GOD!” she thought to herself, “…THAT’S KELLY!”
Strapped in a wide spread eagle on a padded leather table was her acquaintance Kelly. Her shapely nude body was covered in a sheen of perspiration and her face bore a huge idiot’s smile of uncontrolled, silent laughter. This, no doubt, was due to the fact that two of the classy ladies were raking their long manicured nails up and down her bare soles while two more were teasing her voluptuous breasts, nipples and underarms with stiff feathers!
But what had Kelly writhing lewdly in her laughter was an absolutely gorgeous Oriental lady that was using her long nails to tickle and excite Kelly’s very exposed pussy! The Asian woman looked up, stared Melissa directly in the eyes, winked at her with a leer, then slid two fingers deep inside to tickle Kelly there!
Kelly’s eyes shot wide open and her back arched as she raised her hips off the table. Her body began to vibrate and an unholy guttural cry of sexual release was ripped from her raw throat! Frantically, she pounded her shapely buns against the leather as the Oriental, who knew JUST how to drive a woman mad with lust, forced one orgasm after another from the helpless blonde!
Melissa knew she was in serious trouble! But there was nothing she could do! The blackmail threat was enough to keep her compliant, yet some vestiges of defiance still remained.
Finally, Kelly slumped to the table, completely spent, and the crowd applauded and whistled their approval.
Mistress Angela placed a finger on her chin and forced her to regard her piercing green eyes.
Softly, she addressed Melissa with a throaty voice that raised goose-pimples on the blonde doctor’s skin. “It took me some time to trace down that video of your vacation you know! But I had help from our little network, you see. I have been waiting a long time to train you! Oh yes, I’ve watched you strut around the hospital showing off your sexy tanned legs and those pretty little feet of yours! I’ve even watched you on Saturdays when you prance around barefoot, teasing everyone in sight.”
Melissa tried to swallow a very large lump that formed in her throat.
“But as you can see, we have guests that are here to be entertained. So do be a dear and give them a sexy little strip tease, won’t you ?”
Melissa’s eyes were as large as saucers! “OH!..No I COULDN’T” she gasped, “…the embarrassment, the humiliation…..NO!”
Angela grabbed Melissa’s chin firmly. “Your embarrassment and humiliation has not even BEGUN yet Little Missy!” she said in a voice that made Dr. G shudder with abject fear. “I do believe I mentioned our network?” she asked. “At this moment there are 5 cameras trained on you and broadcasting to over 20 exclusive clubs just like this one. At this moment there are over 5000 some people watching you!”
Melissa’s tanned face went white with horror! So many people watching her being humiliated like this! She was barely able to pull in a breath, yet perversely, that warm glow in her loins began to churn into a hot little fire.
Releasing her chin, Angela crooked a finger to a now released Kelly who padded obediently over. Adoring cow eyes beheld her Mistress as she softly inquired “Yes My Mistress ?”
“It appears our good doctor is somewhat reluctant to entertain our guests. Would you be so kind as to mmmmm… persuade her to be a little more cooperative ?”
A huge smile of rapturous joy spread across Kelly’s face as she said “Oh yes, Mistress!”
Angela strode away as Kelly quickly scampered behind the stocks.
“Kelly! Please!” Melissa whispered. She couldn’t see the blonde behind the high stocks but felt her unbuckling her left sandle. “Kelly! No! Leave my sandle alone!” she begged.
Kelly’s face appeared above the stocks and Melissa was shocked at the expression of feral lust on the cute blonde’s face! Ducking back down behind the stocks, she pulled the sandle from the doctor’s cute foot. Adoringly, she gazed at Melissa’s bare foot – tanned a deep brown on top yet starkly white across the bottom. The buttery softness of that perfect foot made her lick her lips in lustful hunger.
“MEEEEEEEEMPH!!!!!!” Melissa squeaked as she bit on her lip to stop the giggling that was pushing up from her vibrating tummy.
Kelly had slowly drawn the tip of her tongue from Missy’s toes to her arch and around her heel while the blonde doctor scrunched her toes up prettily. Then she began to plant loving French kisses from her heel back down to her toes – her tongue flicking wildly across Melissa’s baby soft feet!
“Meeeeheheheheeeeeee Kellleeeeeeheheheeeeee!!!” she squealed as the giggles broke loose, “..whaaahahahaaaaat are you doooooohohooooooing!!!!!!!”
Despite her humiliation, Melissa’s nipples began to stiffen with arousal as the fires of her lust burned higher. She tried reaching a hand back to stop Kelly but the stocks were too high and she too firmly bound.
“NYAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! Melissa burst forth in uncontrolled laughter as Kelly started dancing her long nails up and down her upturned bare foot!
The good doctor was horribly ticklish everywhere but most notably on her buttery soft bare feet! High voltage jolts of ticklish energy shot up her legs and exploded in her tummy which was fibrillating with uncontrolled laughter that bubbled easily out of Melissa’s wide smiling lips!
Even through her tear-blurred eyes, she could see Angela tapping her high heeled foot and raising an inquiring eyebrow in her direction.
Still Melissa waved her arms and refused to strip for the watching audience of thousands!
That is, until Kelly started unbuckling her right sandle and Missy knew that both of her helpless bare feet were about to be tortured. Frantically, she began unbuttoning her blouse as she cackled and squealed like a helpless little girl! She tossed her blouse away and almost ripped her skirt off when Kelly started in on her other bare foot but she managed through her squealing to peel it off over her head.
“OH MY GOD NO! NOT THAT!” Melissa screamed to herself when Kelly started kissing and sucking on her toes while she tickled her wrinkled arches! She was hoping, now that she wore only bra and panties, that this insidious tickle-torture that was driving her quite mad would stop.
Yet that was not to be the case as Angela slapped the end of her riding crop against Missy’s left breast, then flicked it upward; indicating that she was to strip nude for the applauding, hooting crowd!
All rational thought had already been tickled out of her as she frantically unsnapped and peeled off her lacy bra. Whistles and cat-calls came from the crowd as they beheld her rock hard nipples that stood proudly from her firm tanned breasts. The raging fire in her tummy had engulfed her rapidly moistening pussy and as a humiliation she had never before experienced washed over her, she began to lewdly gyrate her hips with a helpless abandon to her submissive lust!
Kelly expertly turned Melissa’s trapped bare feet into the ultimate tickle-torture-toys! Even her firm butt was jiggling from the helpless laughter when Mistress Angela spanked her moist pussy with her riding crop!
“Rip them off!” she commanded.
Gasping for much needed breath, and whimpering through her laughter, Melissa frantically ripped each side of her lacy panties and cast them away from her; exposing her glistening wet mound to the crowds raucous applause and leaving her completely nude for thousands of people to enjoy!
One could not tell if the bright crimson of her cheeks was due to the tickle-torture her super-sensitive bare feet were receiving or was it the total humiliation of being forced to strip nude while she squealed and laughed helplessly like a little girl!
Kelly suckled hungrily on Melissa’s toes while her long nails traced every single wrinkle of her soft bare soles, not knowing what erotic hell she was plunging the hysterical doctor into!
Angela knew all too well what this was doing to her! With practiced ease, she strapped fur-lined leather manacles around Melissa’s wrists and with a snap of her fingers, ordered the chains tightened which raised them high into the air!
Now Missy’s firm breasts and almost painfully hard nipples were helplessly exposed to the watching thousands. Still, she cackled and writhed shamelessly as Kelly suckled and tickled her defenseless bare feet.
Angela stood nose to nose with her new captive and instructed her. “Don’t you DARE cum until I give you permission! If you do, you will be punished slave! Do you understand me?”
Melissa was unable to understand nor form an answer at this point. Her squeals had escalated into silent laughter and her pussy felt as if it would melt from the fire that flamed behind it! In the back of her mind she felt so tiny and completely humiliated – they’d exposed the fact that she was a helpless tickle-slave who got uncontrollably aroused when her gorgeously soft bare feet were tickled and tortured!
Now Angela’s true wicked nature became known as she brandished a stiff feather and started circling it round and round Missy’s rock hard nipples!
“Don’t you DARE cum Little Missy!” she ordered.
Melissa’s shame was horrendous as the cameras zoomed in on her puffy wet lips and hard little nubbin; easily seen on a large screen display off to the right.
“Now….” Angela teased in a sultry voice, “…I’m going to tickle that sopping wet bald mound of yours!”
That tease alone was enough to make Dr. G explode but when Angela stroked that feather across her rock hard clit she lost all control and squealed and grunted with wild abandon as an enormous orgasm grabbed her lithe body and shook her like the helpless rag-doll she had become!
Each back and forth sawing of the feather had her humping her hips forward and back as she furiously pumped out her hot sweet honey like a fire hose!
Thunderous applause erupted from the audience with hoots, whistles and cat-calls of “Tickle-slave”! Her mind reeled with shame and humiliation as she realized she’d been completely dominated and transformed into Angela’s helpless tickle-slave. Worse still, the realization that thousands of people had seen her so easily broken burned into her brain like a hot poker!
Melissa could not stop the thunderous orgasm as Angela and Kelly tickled her most sensitive spots. Her rational mind abandoned her and her lust took over… craving more…begging for more!
Finally, her lewd wriggling and muscle wrenching vibrations subsided and her perspiration sheened body hung limply in her bonds as she whimpered and giggled.
“You’ve been a naughty little slave, Missy!” Angela crooned threateningly. “I did not tell you to cum, now did I?” she asked. “For that, you will be punished young lady!”
End of Part 1 ;-)
