Story for the wonderful barefoot Melissa (1)
I have written two stories for the wonderful Melissa (Dr G). I hope you like them - here is number 1.
redstar.
Fayre fun
Oh come on Melissa, I am covering the weekend for you…..
Yeah but you are covering the weekend so I can go out shopping, not sell raffle tickets at some stupid charity fundraiser.
Stupid fundraiser – is that how you describe cancer research???
Damn that was low
Oh ok then but it is just a couple of hour’s right?
Absolutely.
Ok count me in.
Saturday morning came and Melissa was enjoying the first lying-in in what seemed months, with being on call all the time her sleep patterns had been shot to hell. She finally looked at the clock and saw it was 9.30. Shit I’ll be late for the fundraiser. Melissa got out of bed, quickly showered pulled on an old T shirt and jeans and only stopping to check out how cute she looked as she slipped on some flip flops, quickly headed out the door.
A short ride across town and Melissa arrived at the field that was to stage the fundraiser. The way the Jane had described it she had thought it would be a sports type event but this was much more like a summer fete or fair. Never mind the weather was really hot (which was a pleasant change) so Melissa quite liked the idea of being out in the sunshine. She made her way to the information desk which was next to a large stage at the near end of the field.
Hi I’m Melissa, I’m here instead of Jane …... The lady behind the information desk looked up and smiled………. Ah of course hello Melissa. John, can you take Melissa to her stall???
Why did she smile at me like that????
Well we were all taking bets as to whether Jane would turn up or not.
Why? Jane is usually really reliable on these sorts of things
Oh yeah, I know, she has been to all of our fundraisers, but you should have seen her face when she drew this stall…………………………
What stall??? I am just here to …………………………….
I’ve caught her!!! – John’s voice boomed out………………… What shall we do with her?????
Lock her in the stocks……. a chorus of voices cried out.
Before she knew what was happening John had grabbed Melissa by the hand and led her into the centre of a crowd. The gathering was made up of all ages, but Melissa hadn’t really noticed, her eyes were fixed on the large set of stocks placed in the centre of the crowd.
John momentary let got of her hand and Melissa made a run for it. The crowd thinking that this was all part of the act quickly stopped her and two of the men grabbed her and took her to the stocks.
Shall we put her in for longer??? John asked the crowd.
Yes ……..came the loud cry
Melissa quickly found herself being locked into the stocks. Her feet were locked in first then there was a panel of wood and then her hands. A lady came and brushed Melissa’s hair back off her face ……..thank god you came, another five minutes and I was going to have to go in, don’t worry this only lasts about an hour then the kids usually get bored……..
What??? Melissa thought to herself…… She was quickly answered. Ok kids line up……….. Its 3 wet sponges for a pound…………… Melissa realised, she had automatically assumed that she was being bound for some sort of public tickling, but this wasn’t the case at all, she was only there to have wet sponges thrown at her. In one emotion she felt relieved and also disappointed. She was quickly snapped out of her malaise by a wet sponge bouncing off her head.
Is that the best you can do???? She quickly snapped, seeking and succeeding in riling the kids further.
After forty five minutes or so the lady who had whispered into Melissa’s ears was beginning to be proved correct and the crowd was starting to dwindle….. Melissa was delighted, fun though it had been to get soaked to the skin on a Saturday morning she had done her bit and was ready to go shopping. John came up to her.
How’s it going???
Fantastic. Melissa sarcastically replied.
Ok we just need a couple of photo shots with the celebrities and then we’ll be done.
Celebrities???? Then Melissa noticed Sky Sports Presenters Kirsty Gallagher and Kelly Dalglish walking towards her – apparently they had opened the fundraiser and were stopping around for the morning…… someone said they were patrons of the charity or something.
‘This looks like fun’ Kirsty said as she bounded over to the stocks. Ok where do you want us?? Asked Kelly.
Ok. Shouted the photographer – can I have one of you in the stocks and the other about to do something to them……….
Not a chance!!!! Kirsty quickly said – I’m not getting there with her around! She said pointing to Kelly……..
Why not???
You know fine will why not……
ok, fine, then can you both do something to the girl then.
The girl??? The girl???? Melissa thought………….. that’s charming.
Kirsty and Kelly crouched down beside her……. Go on Kelly you know you want to… Kristy taunted..
I will if you will………………… deal…………….
Melissa felt both her flip flops simultaneously being removed from her feet……. She was speechless the only reaction she could muster was a reflex wiggle of her toes..
Ok you asked for it………... Kelly said, as her finely manicured index finger touched the base of Melissa’s heel and slowly made its way up the sole of her bare foot.
Melissa shrieked….
Great. Fantastic picture girls……. Shouted the photographer.
I wanna go too……….. said kirsty …… rather than taking Kelly’s go slow approach Kirsty quickly scrambled four fingers against the arch of Melissa’s sole…. Again Melissa let out a loud screech.
The three girls had been having so much fun (?) that they didn’t realise the size of the crowd they had built. From somewhere in the crowd a voice shouted….. I’ll give you a pound to tickle her…
Kelly looked at Kirsty, smiled and quickly got to her feet.
Hi I’m Kelly she said, stroking Melissa’s cheek.
Hi. was all Melissa could muster in a very high pitched voice.
You want to help us raise money for this charity don’t you?
Yeah but I……….ummmm. Kelly had quickly placed a gag in Melissa’s month so all she could manage was a muffled scream.
Suddenly Kirsty was out front directing traffic : Come on. Come on … form an orderly queue, come one come all, tickle the evil wenches feet, see the fear in her eyes, hear here muffled screams ... Melissa couldn’t believe her eyes, 5 minutes ago she was about to be let out of the stocks now there was a massive queue forming to get at her sensitive bare feet.
The girls were getting money off the crowd two at a time. Two teenage boys were first through, they quickly attacked Melissa’s soles. Although it tickled she could deal with it – the boys were too eager and their style missed most of her unbearable spots. Next came a couple – they decided to have a competition as to who could tickle best – their style was more deliberate and methodical. The girl of the couple was the slightly better torturer – brushing the edges and sides of Melissa’s feet driving her crazy. The couple greatly enjoyed themselves and asked Melissa to judge by nodding her head – in her mind Melissa had already picked the forfeit for the looser and therefore nodded to indicate the man was the better torturer……. Her suspicions were confirmed by the man playfully squeezing the girl’s waist and the look that the woman gave her as her eyeballs rolled back …….. well at least I am not the only one who is going to get some torture today Melissa thought. This though was quickly interrupted by the next two paying customers.
Over the next two hours Kirsty cajoled the crowd to come forth and put Melissa through continual torture.
This torture was made all the more unbearable by Kelly… Whist Kirsty ran the crowd Kelly stood by the stocks and gave the paying costumers advice on tickling Melissa’s poor defenceless feet, and she knew what she was doing……
A couple of young kids decided to try to tickle Melissa’s soles with straws from their slush puppies – the cold and sticky feeling was worse than any tickling Melissa felt, that was until Kelly decided that she was having it too easy and found some rope to tied her toes back, forcing her soles taught …….. There you go kids try it now ………….Kelly said as she winked at the helpless Melissa.
Not that all of the crowd needed help – two girls who were in their mid twenty’s approached and knew exactly what they were doing, each taking one foot and placing a hand on her toes using their free hand to slowly move their fingers down the base of her sole – to have this done on one foot would have been hellish but to have it done on both together was unbearable.
In the slightly quieter moments Kelly busied herself by coming behind Melissa and brushing her hair and stroking the back of her neck before whispering teasing comments in her ear … …………love the nail polish – scarlet for a scarlet lady………………..poor little thing …………. this must be torture for you ……………………. you deserve this don’t you…..……… I think we should keep you in here all day……….
Fortunately for Melissa a lady came over to Kirsty and Kelly and said that it was time for them to go on stage. Kelly bent down and gave Melissa a goodbye tickle and left for the stage. The crowd followed Kirsty and Kelly to the stage leaving Melissa in the stocks. Fortunately one of the girls who were running the stall nearby stopped to let her out.
Are you ok???
Melissa could barely speak. She was sore…….. exhausted...........exhilarated............ annoyed . turned on ……. And about a hundred other things…… Fine thanks…….. have you seen my flip flops???
No sorry.
What the hell, Melissa thought as see decided to get out of there barefoot.
As she went passed the stage she noticed that the girls were running some kind of auction and she was sure that Kelly winked at her………….
Melissa abandoned her plan of shopping and went home to enjoy a long bath.
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Monday morning
Melissa woke up and went downstairs to make the coffee, she saw that she had one letter and it looked very intriguing.
The envelope was black and a square. Melissa opened it.
SLAVE.
FRIDAY NIGHT.
7PM. TIGER TIGER. BACK BOOTH.
MK.
Melissa couldn’t believe it, she usually rang Mistress Kelly and asked for a session, this was the first time she had been summoned.
The entire week was spent wondering what lay ahead of her, the week seamed to drag on but eventually Friday night arrived.
Melissa got dressed and undressed several times trying to decide on her outfit. The only thing she was certain of was the deepest red colour she had on her finger and toe-nails. Finally she decided on a tight red blouse, short black skirt, sheer black stockings and long black boots… as she zipped them up she thought of how she was going to be unzipping them in front of Mistress Kelly.
Melissa was early and she ordered a dry white wine and soda and headed to the back booth. She was starring out the window dreaming of the torture that was to come tonight when she heard a familiar voice.
Excuse me but I am meeting someone at ………………………… what are you doing here???
Kelly Dalglish stood in front of a disbelieving Melissa.
Allow me to explain…………. From nowhere Mistress Kelly (MK) had appeared.
Sit down Kelly, MK said authority and the Sky Sports Presenter quickly obeyed.
Kelly and Melissa shared one side of the booth and MK sat on the other..
Now Kelly I heard abut you fun with Melissa, and I am very annoyed…….. Melissa is my tickle slave and only I decide how and by whom she is to be tortured…..
But……
Silence……….. Melissa is mine forever……. And you are mine tonight…….. That good looking chap who paid for the date with you at the celebrity auction, he is also mine and you are his gift to me. UNDERSTAND.
Yes. Kelly said before she had even thought about it.
And you can wipe that grin off your face……………. Melissa had not been aware that she was smiling, but immediately straightened her face as she could tell from MK’s tone that she was in trouble.
How dare you be tickled without my express permission. Did you think I wouldn’t find out??? You are both going to pay….. now follow me.
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………
The room was lit with candles and clearly had one set piece, Melissa and Kelly stood and stared at the large torture table, it was clearly designed for two.
Strip down to your underwear.
Please……… it was the first word Kelly had mustered since the bar.
Strip……… MK commanded and emphasised the point by a quick smack on her bottom.
Melissa bent down to unzip her boots. As she did so she looked up MK and a nervous Kelly who appeared younger and half the presence she had seen when at the fundraiser.
Both girls were down to their underwear……… on your knees…………. The girls were kneeling side by side. MK slowly approached and blindfold each girl…………………. Now I want you to think about what you have done, and what is going to be done to you…………………..
Melissa’s mind was racing……… what was going to be done to her.. MK sounded very angry………. After what seemed forever Melissa felt herself being picked up. She was being placed on the torture table…….. her left foot could feel another stocking foot, she presumed that it was Kelly’s …… soon both her feet were secured …… it was a specialised set of stocks whereby her left foot and Kelly’s right foot were secured together at the centre of the table. The stocks must have looked like 0-00-0.. Melissa was then instructed to ly down and both her wrists were secured again Melissa’s right wrist was strapped down and her left wrist was secured with Kelly’s right. The girls where next to each other and Melissa could hear Kelly’s breathing……
Kelly, I know how you like assistants to help you tickle, well so do I ……….say hello girls………Melissa felt a finger working her right armpit and she let out a shriek…… then there was another working her belly button……..then another working her right foot.. Melissa was trying to wriggle but there was no give in there bondage ……. Kelly right next to her could here this torture only too clearly and her mind was racing ……….
Her questions were answered by a touch on her left foot……..and then her belly …….. and then her armpit ….
For what seemed like forever but was only 20 minutes both girls were subject to a full tickle assault…. Then it stopped.
Well now that I have got you warmed up let’s start…………. Kelly you really liked having Melissa tickled didn’t you?
Well … erm… yes… Kelly meekly replied.
Ok .. where should she be tickled????
What?????
Melissa is going to be tickled for 45 mins you have to decide her feet.. her stomach…….. her arm pits………
Her stomach.
Melissa took a gasp of air before she felt the fingers working her rib cage. Then she noticed something…… she wasn’t the only one laughing ……….
Oh perhaps I should have explained Kelly! Since you two clearly like having fun together whatever is done to Melissa will also be done to you……………….
For the next 45 mins the two bound girls were subject to prolonged tickling. Sometimes slow, sometimes quick ……… the worst for Kelly was when she was having raspberries blown on her belly button … it reminded her of her brother doing so when she was a kid.
Right that’s enough of their stomachs….
Well fairs fair, Kelly got to pick so now its Melissa’s turn……… Slave …. Feet or armpits????????
Armpits please mistress…..
Very well although I think you girls have been too noisy so far don’t you???
Melissa opened her mouth to say yes but couldn’t as a ball gag was quickly place in her mouth. A muffled scream said that Kelly had also been silenced.
Melissa felt a girl climb on top of her ………… but there was no weight as the girl was kneeling and Melissa felt her legs brushing her sides…….
Say hello girls……… Melissa braced for another tickle session but instead felt 2 kisses one on each cheek. Then came the torture.
Melissa could feel hands on both her wrists they agonisingly slowly made their war down to her helpless armpits, she could feel Kelly’s quivering arm next to hers. The fingers made their way down passed her elbow a towards her sensitive and defenceless pits.
That’s it girls I want them tickled slow and methodical…….. MK ordered her assistants………. I want them to be hypnotised by the tickling.. MK’s assistants knew their job, after 10 mins of bucking and screaming Melissa went into a trance like state silently moaning with each touch of her skin…..
Ok enough. MK commanded. Girls get the tools…….. Well slaves you have had your fun deciding where to be tortured now it’s my turn.
Melissa could feel her underwear being cut away and presumed by the prolonged muffled screams from Kelly that she was getting the same treatment..
Melissa felt a feather circling her right nipple…….. then another circling her left …….. then a third on her belly button………. then her right foot ……… then in between her toes …….The feathers touch was slight and maddening…………. Melissa knew what was happening and what lay ahead. She was to be tickled to arousal only to be denied orgasm…….. She moaned into her gag
Slowly the girl’s nipples were coming more erect soon another feather added to the torment, this one teasing their inner thighs…..
After an age the teasing became slower and more methodical……………..
Now you girls look like you are having fun……. Now I am going to ask one of you a question….. If you get it correct your torment will end, however if you get it wrong there will be more punishment.
Kelly……….. you will be asked the question…….. her gag was removed and she gasped for air….. Now Kelly what do you want more than anything else right now???????????????
I want to cum………… Kelly screamed with all the energy she could muster…………….
Incorrect.
Another 45 mins.
No you………..umm the gang was replace in Kelly’s mouth.
You two look like you could be becoming too excited. Allow me to help………………..…….
Melissa spasmed as ice cubes were caressed around all of her sensitive areas…. After 5 mins the torture continued……..more caressing of her inner thighs……….oh god……………………
Ok let’s try again shall we…………. Kelly……… what do you want more than anything right now……
Melissa knew the answer and was screaming it through her gag but no one could hear.
Please. Please … I need to cum…………..
Melissa knew it was the wrong answer and waited for the ice. She could feel it just above her skin. Eventually it came………she barely had the energy to scream……………. She whimpered her way through the next hour …..MK ordering her assistants to go easy as both girls were close to passing out………….
Melissa was close to insanity………
Kelly ……………… what do you want more than anything?????????
To be your slave……………….
Melissa felt a tongue caress her clit and immediately exploded into orgasm and from the screams next to her it was obvious that Kelly was in the same ecstasy.
Both girls were released and promptly knelt before MK.
Now girls have we learnt our lesson???
Yes Mistress, they chorused……
I have written two stories for the wonderful Melissa (Dr G). I hope you like them - here is number 1.
redstar.
Fayre fun
Oh come on Melissa, I am covering the weekend for you…..
Yeah but you are covering the weekend so I can go out shopping, not sell raffle tickets at some stupid charity fundraiser.
Stupid fundraiser – is that how you describe cancer research???
Damn that was low
Oh ok then but it is just a couple of hour’s right?
Absolutely.
Ok count me in.
Saturday morning came and Melissa was enjoying the first lying-in in what seemed months, with being on call all the time her sleep patterns had been shot to hell. She finally looked at the clock and saw it was 9.30. Shit I’ll be late for the fundraiser. Melissa got out of bed, quickly showered pulled on an old T shirt and jeans and only stopping to check out how cute she looked as she slipped on some flip flops, quickly headed out the door.
A short ride across town and Melissa arrived at the field that was to stage the fundraiser. The way the Jane had described it she had thought it would be a sports type event but this was much more like a summer fete or fair. Never mind the weather was really hot (which was a pleasant change) so Melissa quite liked the idea of being out in the sunshine. She made her way to the information desk which was next to a large stage at the near end of the field.
Hi I’m Melissa, I’m here instead of Jane …... The lady behind the information desk looked up and smiled………. Ah of course hello Melissa. John, can you take Melissa to her stall???
Why did she smile at me like that????
Well we were all taking bets as to whether Jane would turn up or not.
Why? Jane is usually really reliable on these sorts of things
Oh yeah, I know, she has been to all of our fundraisers, but you should have seen her face when she drew this stall…………………………
What stall??? I am just here to …………………………….
I’ve caught her!!! – John’s voice boomed out………………… What shall we do with her?????
Lock her in the stocks……. a chorus of voices cried out.
Before she knew what was happening John had grabbed Melissa by the hand and led her into the centre of a crowd. The gathering was made up of all ages, but Melissa hadn’t really noticed, her eyes were fixed on the large set of stocks placed in the centre of the crowd.
John momentary let got of her hand and Melissa made a run for it. The crowd thinking that this was all part of the act quickly stopped her and two of the men grabbed her and took her to the stocks.
Shall we put her in for longer??? John asked the crowd.
Yes ……..came the loud cry
Melissa quickly found herself being locked into the stocks. Her feet were locked in first then there was a panel of wood and then her hands. A lady came and brushed Melissa’s hair back off her face ……..thank god you came, another five minutes and I was going to have to go in, don’t worry this only lasts about an hour then the kids usually get bored……..
What??? Melissa thought to herself…… She was quickly answered. Ok kids line up……….. Its 3 wet sponges for a pound…………… Melissa realised, she had automatically assumed that she was being bound for some sort of public tickling, but this wasn’t the case at all, she was only there to have wet sponges thrown at her. In one emotion she felt relieved and also disappointed. She was quickly snapped out of her malaise by a wet sponge bouncing off her head.
Is that the best you can do???? She quickly snapped, seeking and succeeding in riling the kids further.
After forty five minutes or so the lady who had whispered into Melissa’s ears was beginning to be proved correct and the crowd was starting to dwindle….. Melissa was delighted, fun though it had been to get soaked to the skin on a Saturday morning she had done her bit and was ready to go shopping. John came up to her.
How’s it going???
Fantastic. Melissa sarcastically replied.
Ok we just need a couple of photo shots with the celebrities and then we’ll be done.
Celebrities???? Then Melissa noticed Sky Sports Presenters Kirsty Gallagher and Kelly Dalglish walking towards her – apparently they had opened the fundraiser and were stopping around for the morning…… someone said they were patrons of the charity or something.
‘This looks like fun’ Kirsty said as she bounded over to the stocks. Ok where do you want us?? Asked Kelly.
Ok. Shouted the photographer – can I have one of you in the stocks and the other about to do something to them……….
Not a chance!!!! Kirsty quickly said – I’m not getting there with her around! She said pointing to Kelly……..
Why not???
You know fine will why not……
ok, fine, then can you both do something to the girl then.
The girl??? The girl???? Melissa thought………….. that’s charming.
Kirsty and Kelly crouched down beside her……. Go on Kelly you know you want to… Kristy taunted..
I will if you will………………… deal…………….
Melissa felt both her flip flops simultaneously being removed from her feet……. She was speechless the only reaction she could muster was a reflex wiggle of her toes..
Ok you asked for it………... Kelly said, as her finely manicured index finger touched the base of Melissa’s heel and slowly made its way up the sole of her bare foot.
Melissa shrieked….
Great. Fantastic picture girls……. Shouted the photographer.
I wanna go too……….. said kirsty …… rather than taking Kelly’s go slow approach Kirsty quickly scrambled four fingers against the arch of Melissa’s sole…. Again Melissa let out a loud screech.
The three girls had been having so much fun (?) that they didn’t realise the size of the crowd they had built. From somewhere in the crowd a voice shouted….. I’ll give you a pound to tickle her…
Kelly looked at Kirsty, smiled and quickly got to her feet.
Hi I’m Kelly she said, stroking Melissa’s cheek.
Hi. was all Melissa could muster in a very high pitched voice.
You want to help us raise money for this charity don’t you?
Yeah but I……….ummmm. Kelly had quickly placed a gag in Melissa’s month so all she could manage was a muffled scream.
Suddenly Kirsty was out front directing traffic : Come on. Come on … form an orderly queue, come one come all, tickle the evil wenches feet, see the fear in her eyes, hear here muffled screams ... Melissa couldn’t believe her eyes, 5 minutes ago she was about to be let out of the stocks now there was a massive queue forming to get at her sensitive bare feet.
The girls were getting money off the crowd two at a time. Two teenage boys were first through, they quickly attacked Melissa’s soles. Although it tickled she could deal with it – the boys were too eager and their style missed most of her unbearable spots. Next came a couple – they decided to have a competition as to who could tickle best – their style was more deliberate and methodical. The girl of the couple was the slightly better torturer – brushing the edges and sides of Melissa’s feet driving her crazy. The couple greatly enjoyed themselves and asked Melissa to judge by nodding her head – in her mind Melissa had already picked the forfeit for the looser and therefore nodded to indicate the man was the better torturer……. Her suspicions were confirmed by the man playfully squeezing the girl’s waist and the look that the woman gave her as her eyeballs rolled back …….. well at least I am not the only one who is going to get some torture today Melissa thought. This though was quickly interrupted by the next two paying customers.
Over the next two hours Kirsty cajoled the crowd to come forth and put Melissa through continual torture.
This torture was made all the more unbearable by Kelly… Whist Kirsty ran the crowd Kelly stood by the stocks and gave the paying costumers advice on tickling Melissa’s poor defenceless feet, and she knew what she was doing……
A couple of young kids decided to try to tickle Melissa’s soles with straws from their slush puppies – the cold and sticky feeling was worse than any tickling Melissa felt, that was until Kelly decided that she was having it too easy and found some rope to tied her toes back, forcing her soles taught …….. There you go kids try it now ………….Kelly said as she winked at the helpless Melissa.
Not that all of the crowd needed help – two girls who were in their mid twenty’s approached and knew exactly what they were doing, each taking one foot and placing a hand on her toes using their free hand to slowly move their fingers down the base of her sole – to have this done on one foot would have been hellish but to have it done on both together was unbearable.
In the slightly quieter moments Kelly busied herself by coming behind Melissa and brushing her hair and stroking the back of her neck before whispering teasing comments in her ear … …………love the nail polish – scarlet for a scarlet lady………………..poor little thing …………. this must be torture for you ……………………. you deserve this don’t you…..……… I think we should keep you in here all day……….
Fortunately for Melissa a lady came over to Kirsty and Kelly and said that it was time for them to go on stage. Kelly bent down and gave Melissa a goodbye tickle and left for the stage. The crowd followed Kirsty and Kelly to the stage leaving Melissa in the stocks. Fortunately one of the girls who were running the stall nearby stopped to let her out.
Are you ok???
Melissa could barely speak. She was sore…….. exhausted...........exhilarated............ annoyed . turned on ……. And about a hundred other things…… Fine thanks…….. have you seen my flip flops???
No sorry.
What the hell, Melissa thought as see decided to get out of there barefoot.
As she went passed the stage she noticed that the girls were running some kind of auction and she was sure that Kelly winked at her………….
Melissa abandoned her plan of shopping and went home to enjoy a long bath.
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Monday morning
Melissa woke up and went downstairs to make the coffee, she saw that she had one letter and it looked very intriguing.
The envelope was black and a square. Melissa opened it.
SLAVE.
FRIDAY NIGHT.
7PM. TIGER TIGER. BACK BOOTH.
MK.
Melissa couldn’t believe it, she usually rang Mistress Kelly and asked for a session, this was the first time she had been summoned.
The entire week was spent wondering what lay ahead of her, the week seamed to drag on but eventually Friday night arrived.
Melissa got dressed and undressed several times trying to decide on her outfit. The only thing she was certain of was the deepest red colour she had on her finger and toe-nails. Finally she decided on a tight red blouse, short black skirt, sheer black stockings and long black boots… as she zipped them up she thought of how she was going to be unzipping them in front of Mistress Kelly.
Melissa was early and she ordered a dry white wine and soda and headed to the back booth. She was starring out the window dreaming of the torture that was to come tonight when she heard a familiar voice.
Excuse me but I am meeting someone at ………………………… what are you doing here???
Kelly Dalglish stood in front of a disbelieving Melissa.
Allow me to explain…………. From nowhere Mistress Kelly (MK) had appeared.
Sit down Kelly, MK said authority and the Sky Sports Presenter quickly obeyed.
Kelly and Melissa shared one side of the booth and MK sat on the other..
Now Kelly I heard abut you fun with Melissa, and I am very annoyed…….. Melissa is my tickle slave and only I decide how and by whom she is to be tortured…..
But……
Silence……….. Melissa is mine forever……. And you are mine tonight…….. That good looking chap who paid for the date with you at the celebrity auction, he is also mine and you are his gift to me. UNDERSTAND.
Yes. Kelly said before she had even thought about it.
And you can wipe that grin off your face……………. Melissa had not been aware that she was smiling, but immediately straightened her face as she could tell from MK’s tone that she was in trouble.
How dare you be tickled without my express permission. Did you think I wouldn’t find out??? You are both going to pay….. now follow me.
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………
The room was lit with candles and clearly had one set piece, Melissa and Kelly stood and stared at the large torture table, it was clearly designed for two.
Strip down to your underwear.
Please……… it was the first word Kelly had mustered since the bar.
Strip……… MK commanded and emphasised the point by a quick smack on her bottom.
Melissa bent down to unzip her boots. As she did so she looked up MK and a nervous Kelly who appeared younger and half the presence she had seen when at the fundraiser.
Both girls were down to their underwear……… on your knees…………. The girls were kneeling side by side. MK slowly approached and blindfold each girl…………………. Now I want you to think about what you have done, and what is going to be done to you…………………..
Melissa’s mind was racing……… what was going to be done to her.. MK sounded very angry………. After what seemed forever Melissa felt herself being picked up. She was being placed on the torture table…….. her left foot could feel another stocking foot, she presumed that it was Kelly’s …… soon both her feet were secured …… it was a specialised set of stocks whereby her left foot and Kelly’s right foot were secured together at the centre of the table. The stocks must have looked like 0-00-0.. Melissa was then instructed to ly down and both her wrists were secured again Melissa’s right wrist was strapped down and her left wrist was secured with Kelly’s right. The girls where next to each other and Melissa could hear Kelly’s breathing……
Kelly, I know how you like assistants to help you tickle, well so do I ……….say hello girls………Melissa felt a finger working her right armpit and she let out a shriek…… then there was another working her belly button……..then another working her right foot.. Melissa was trying to wriggle but there was no give in there bondage ……. Kelly right next to her could here this torture only too clearly and her mind was racing ……….
Her questions were answered by a touch on her left foot……..and then her belly …….. and then her armpit ….
For what seemed like forever but was only 20 minutes both girls were subject to a full tickle assault…. Then it stopped.
Well now that I have got you warmed up let’s start…………. Kelly you really liked having Melissa tickled didn’t you?
Well … erm… yes… Kelly meekly replied.
Ok .. where should she be tickled????
What?????
Melissa is going to be tickled for 45 mins you have to decide her feet.. her stomach…….. her arm pits………
Her stomach.
Melissa took a gasp of air before she felt the fingers working her rib cage. Then she noticed something…… she wasn’t the only one laughing ……….
Oh perhaps I should have explained Kelly! Since you two clearly like having fun together whatever is done to Melissa will also be done to you……………….
For the next 45 mins the two bound girls were subject to prolonged tickling. Sometimes slow, sometimes quick ……… the worst for Kelly was when she was having raspberries blown on her belly button … it reminded her of her brother doing so when she was a kid.
Right that’s enough of their stomachs….
Well fairs fair, Kelly got to pick so now its Melissa’s turn……… Slave …. Feet or armpits????????
Armpits please mistress…..
Very well although I think you girls have been too noisy so far don’t you???
Melissa opened her mouth to say yes but couldn’t as a ball gag was quickly place in her mouth. A muffled scream said that Kelly had also been silenced.
Melissa felt a girl climb on top of her ………… but there was no weight as the girl was kneeling and Melissa felt her legs brushing her sides…….
Say hello girls……… Melissa braced for another tickle session but instead felt 2 kisses one on each cheek. Then came the torture.
Melissa could feel hands on both her wrists they agonisingly slowly made their war down to her helpless armpits, she could feel Kelly’s quivering arm next to hers. The fingers made their way down passed her elbow a towards her sensitive and defenceless pits.
That’s it girls I want them tickled slow and methodical…….. MK ordered her assistants………. I want them to be hypnotised by the tickling.. MK’s assistants knew their job, after 10 mins of bucking and screaming Melissa went into a trance like state silently moaning with each touch of her skin…..
Ok enough. MK commanded. Girls get the tools…….. Well slaves you have had your fun deciding where to be tortured now it’s my turn.
Melissa could feel her underwear being cut away and presumed by the prolonged muffled screams from Kelly that she was getting the same treatment..
Melissa felt a feather circling her right nipple…….. then another circling her left …….. then a third on her belly button………. then her right foot ……… then in between her toes …….The feathers touch was slight and maddening…………. Melissa knew what was happening and what lay ahead. She was to be tickled to arousal only to be denied orgasm…….. She moaned into her gag
Slowly the girl’s nipples were coming more erect soon another feather added to the torment, this one teasing their inner thighs…..
After an age the teasing became slower and more methodical……………..
Now you girls look like you are having fun……. Now I am going to ask one of you a question….. If you get it correct your torment will end, however if you get it wrong there will be more punishment.
Kelly……….. you will be asked the question…….. her gag was removed and she gasped for air….. Now Kelly what do you want more than anything else right now???????????????
I want to cum………… Kelly screamed with all the energy she could muster…………….
Incorrect.
Another 45 mins.
No you………..umm the gang was replace in Kelly’s mouth.
You two look like you could be becoming too excited. Allow me to help………………..…….
Melissa spasmed as ice cubes were caressed around all of her sensitive areas…. After 5 mins the torture continued……..more caressing of her inner thighs……….oh god……………………
Ok let’s try again shall we…………. Kelly……… what do you want more than anything right now……
Melissa knew the answer and was screaming it through her gag but no one could hear.
Please. Please … I need to cum…………..
Melissa knew it was the wrong answer and waited for the ice. She could feel it just above her skin. Eventually it came………she barely had the energy to scream……………. She whimpered her way through the next hour …..MK ordering her assistants to go easy as both girls were close to passing out………….
Melissa was close to insanity………
Kelly ……………… what do you want more than anything?????????
To be your slave……………….
Melissa felt a tongue caress her clit and immediately exploded into orgasm and from the screams next to her it was obvious that Kelly was in the same ecstasy.
Both girls were released and promptly knelt before MK.
Now girls have we learnt our lesson???
Yes Mistress, they chorused……
