TicklishLurker
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Probably not one of my finer efforts, but I've been suffering a bit of writer's block recently and I'm so relieved just to get anything out without deleting it five sentances in that I'll share it anyway.
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“Alright, everyone, that’s a wrap!”
Ida Beatrice Goode, or as she was known to her fans “Ida B. Goode”, stepped off the sound stage and started to strip off what was left of her costume. The prop people swarmed onto the set to retrieve things for the heavy duty sterilization process. Ida reached up and stripped off the specially designed leather mask she always wore in these films.
Ida was the star of some of the most popular Bondage/S&M porn in the world. Popular mostly because of the fact no one knew what lay under that mask. They thought it must be the face of a goddess, to match her body. Ida was built like the original Wonder Woman, tall and shapely. Dark brown hair that curled naturally fell down her back like a waterfall.
Under the mask though, was a face that was not mind numbing in it’s beauty. In fact, it was rather plain. Not really ugly, just not really pretty either. The nose a little too long and thing, the upper lip a little too thick, eyes that only looked remarkable when the mask was on, practically non-existent cheekbones, a weak chin.
However, no one would’ve noticed any of this for their eyes would’ve right away be drawn to the large port-wine colored birthmark that stained the left side of her face from up into the hairline, coming down the forehead in an almost Harry Potter-lighting-bolt-scar formation, then widening as it touched the side of her nose, going back towards the ear, and finally stopping in a whip-like point just at the edge of her chin.
Doctors had offered to treat it, lightening it or remove it, however Ida’s mother, a superstitious woman who believed the old myth that port wine birthmarks are special marks from God Himself, refused all treatments. By the time Ida was an adult, she was so used to the mark she didn’t really care one way or another.
She had gotten into porn during a rebellious phase. However her lack of facial beauty was what got her into the BDSM stuff. They decided she needed to wear a mask. She didn’t care. It was good money and despite what movies and books would have one believe, the legit porn business was not some drug filled party. It was actually - kind of boring. As a woman she had more control then men. She could turn down any act she didn’t want to do and no one could complain. She kind of got a thrill out of being a dommenatrix as well, but more so with the women then the men.
Sometimes she got tired of it though. It was always pain, pain, pain. Her latest movie involved her spanking and whipping first a man, then a woman, then other various painful torments on both, ending in forced orgasms for them. It was all rather repetitive.
Ida jumped into the studio’s showers. Like everything else around here, even though they were working showers they were also sets. So of course there was water-proof bondage gear in here. The gear was currently being checked by Carla, the fluffer/gopher/jill-of-all-trades.
Carla was a distant cousin of the studio’s owner. Self esteem issues had placed her in this work. She wasn’t ugly, nor stupid, but thought she was. Her cousin had met her at a family reunion, where he saw the extreme emotional and mental abuse her parents heaped on her. Eventually he offered her a job, a chance to escape her manipulative family. However, she didn’t relish the thought of being on camera and instead just did whatever little things around the place that kept her behind the scenes.
Unlike Ida, Carla was short. Her issues with herself had caused her to over-eat and she was about 30 pounds overweight. Cute in an innocent, girl next door way, but with much larger breasts. With her red hair, green eyes, well shaped lips, cheeks, and chin, she reminded Ida of Mary Jane from the Spider-man comics. Just plumper.
Ida also noticed that Carla tended to glance at her now and again. Then swiftly looked away.
To do the work in the showers, Carla had to wear flip-flops, showing off a pair of small, wide feet. Her toes were stubby and her nails plain. Though the nails were obviously filed, they were also cut very short and not perfectly rounded.
Ida liked Carla. The quiet, shy younger woman was always kind. She remembered the birthdays of everyone she worked with, more then that Carla remembered everyone’s little idiosyncracies. She knew Josh couldn’t eat with a bathroom door open. That Marie only drank Crystal Springs water. Carla also always remembered that Ida would not work with anyone who had anything hanging out of their nose.
Finished with her shower, Ida started out when she heard a thump and an exclamation of pain. Turning, she saw that Carla had fallen and bumped her head. Her clothing was now wet and a single flip-flop had flown off her foot and was still sliding across the slick floor. Rushing over, her large breasts bouncing slightly, Ida nearly fell herself. Instead she got to her knees and helped Carla sit up.
“Are you okay, Carla?” Ida asked, helping Carla onto a water/bondage table.
“Yeah,” Carla said in her soft, musical voice. “My pride is damaged more then anything.”
As Ida checked Carla over, the fluffer giggled and squirmed a bit. Ida chuckled, “Well, I suppose if you’re laughing,” with that Ida dragged her perfectly manicured nails down Carla’s spine, “you must be alright.”
“EHEHEEK!” Carla squealed and tried to pull away, but Ida now put a hand on her shoulder and held her in place. “Ida, don’t - I’m really ticklish!”
The shirt, being wet from the fall, was interfering with Ida’s tickling of Carla’s back, so the porn star slipped her hand underneath and began to lightly scrabble her nails all over Carla’s fleshier back. Tickling her just along the bra line and down to the waist of her jeans. Carla squealed and tried to pull away. However, Ida was stronger then Carla and was easily able to hold her still by moving her hand to the middle of Carla’s bountiful breasts and pressing firmly.
Or maybe it was because Carla didn’t really want to escape.
After about five minutes of reducing Carla to quivering, laughing jelly with persistent back tickling, Ida decided to make Carla as naked as herself. After years in pornos, Ida knew how to remove clothing quickly. Using tickling to keep Carla off-balanced, Ida got Carla’s shirt off. At this time she thought Carla would protest, however the normally shy woman suddenly turned around a bit, grabbed the back of Ida’s head, and pulled her into a deep kiss.
When she pulled away, Ida smiled, but then whispered harshly, “Now slave, did I give you permission to kiss me?”
Carla blushed and suddenly tried to get up, but Ida grabbed Carla’s wrist. Holding the shorter woman in place as she unhooked Carla’s bra, tickling Carla’s neck and shoulders even as she pushed the straps down, freeing the massive mammaries it held. While Ida’s own large breasts stood firm and proud despite their size, Carla’s larger boobs sagged just a little.
With a swift movement, Ida locked Carla’s left wrist in the cuff she had been examining earlier. Then smiled and began to tickle Carla’s exposed upper body. Carla squealed, chortled, squirmed, and even spouted gibberish as Ida tickled her from behind the ears all the way down to Carla’s deep belly button. Teasing her verbally with words like “Laugh for me, my sweet slave,” and “Tickle, tickle my little pet.”
Carla’s upper body was wonderfully sensitive. Her back and neck were the source of sweet giggles and playful squirming. Her belly brought out huge guffaws. The fleshy ribs were so ticklish that if Ida didn’t stop briefly Carla would laugh so hard she coughed. The armpits - the armpits were so touchy that this got Carla to spout her gibberish again.
This new type of domination was exciting to Ida. Not that she had anything against S&M. She knew from studying that in the real world it could be quite fun and imaginative, in the movies it was just the same repetition. However being able to make someone scream with laughter rather then crying out in pain was so new that it was turning her on. She couldn’t help pressing her nude front against Carla’s naked back and moaning into her ear before catching her lobe in a playful nip.
They now had an audience. Camera men and women, the director, writers, co-stars, and everyone else were watching. Some were lining the shower walls, others had turned on the cameras and were watching at monitors. Ida didn’t care, she was used to being watched in her most private moments, and Carla was too hypnotized by the tickling sensations to even notice.
Ida tickled Carla right out of her damp pants. Teasing Carla’s hips after undoing the button and zipper until Carla laughed-hulaed out of them. Then Ida spent a lot of time tickling Carla’s butt. The fleshy backside provided a lot of tickling area and she exploited every inch. Carla ended up leaning against the bench for support.
Giving Carla a chance to breath, Ida got her up on the bench and went around to lock her other wrist in place. Carla, without even having to be asked, laid down and slid down until her arms were high above her head and her feet near the cuffs at the other end. Ida locked Carla’s ankles in place then stood back to admire the sight before her. Carla, being short, was stretched out like a victim on the rack, but not so much as to be in pain. Completely nude now, Ida looked over Carla’s fleshy body. The natural tendency of her body to want to be an hourglass shape, the patch of red-blond hair between her thighs. Carla obviously never went into the sun as her body was pale white. Yet it wasn’t gross fish-belly white. There was a healthy tinge of pink to the flesh before her.
It deepened when Carla realized for the first time they were being watched. However she didn’t have time to protest the presence of others because Ida had began the upper body tickling yet again. This time tickling from Carla’s wrists down to her armpits. Then again the breasts, belly, and sides. Carla squealed, laughed, trying to get away, yet longing for more of those devilishly delightful tickles.
Shy, withdrawn Carla lay there as Ida tickle-tortured her. Ida had discovered how insanely ticklish Carla’s now rock hard nipples were and was taking advantage of it. The more Ida did this, her brown eyes sparkling with wicked intentions, the more turned on Carla herself became.
Now Ida was tickling Carla’s legs. From her hips down to her ankles. Dancing those long nails over Carla’s knees, dragging them across her thighs. Carla’s stomach hurt from laughing so much, her head spun, yet she wanted more.
Ida knew she’d need another shower. She could smell her own arousal, it’s scent mingling with Carla’s. Briefly, Ida teased Carla by tickling her pouting labia. Through the laughter came a deep, throaty moan and Carla thrust her hips upwards, begging for more. Ida right away stopped all tickling.
In the throws of tickle-induced lust, Carla whimpered when Ida pulled away. Looking around for her tickling mistress, Carla could see that people were enjoying the spectacle. Some of the men sported large erections. The women giving her lust filled looks. For the first time in her life, Carla felt good being watched.
Stories, movies, books would have people believe that all female porn stars were abused, self esteem deprived. However Carla had never found that to be true in the legit porn. In the illegal stuff that may be true, but here where people followed the letter of the law, the women all had healthy self esteem and only touched when they wanted to be. That was exactly why Carla was not in the films but just worked behind the scenes.
While Carla thought about all this, Ida was making evil plans. This table was hooked up to the water system. A small waterpick was hooked to a spot on the table and pointed so it’s spray would slide between the lips of Carla’s vulva and strike her erect clit. Hanging above was a movable shower head but Ida didn’t bother with that. Instead she moved down to the foot of the table.
Before Carla could continue her line of thought, Ida’s long finger nails began the ruthless tickling of Carla’s small, soft feet. The people watching had never seen so much struggling, such arching of the body, never heard such loud, wild laughter.
Then with a touch of a foot pedal, Ida started the waterpick. Even though Carla’s natural instinct with the tickling of her extra-tender soles was to thrash, she held herself as still as possible because she was so turned on all she wanted to do was a good, old fashion orgasm.
One of Carla’s jobs was that of fluffer. Meaning that between shots she helped the men maintain an erection without letting them orgasm. Because of this she had learned a lot of physical self control. So even though she was spouting her laughing gibberish, she could also hold her body still enough to keep the tiny spray on her clit.
Ida stopped it, however, before Carla could cum. Instead she forced Carla to endure more foot tickling and denied orgasm. Tickling between Carla’s tired toes, stroking those rounded heels, ravishing her arches. Then she started the spray back up as Carla’s voice began to give out from all the laughing. Tickling her feet as she used the water to make Carla cum.
People cheered and clapped. Ida just pulled down the shower head. Both she and Carla needed a bath. The audience began to leave except for the writers and the director who were taking notes for another movie. Even as Ida used the massaging shower head to relieve her own raging desire she had a feeling her next movie wouldn’t be as boring.
More then that, she had made up her mind to build up Carla’s self esteem until Carla was strong enough mentally and emotionally to be Ida’s co-star. It was the least she could do for her.
~The End~
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“Alright, everyone, that’s a wrap!”
Ida Beatrice Goode, or as she was known to her fans “Ida B. Goode”, stepped off the sound stage and started to strip off what was left of her costume. The prop people swarmed onto the set to retrieve things for the heavy duty sterilization process. Ida reached up and stripped off the specially designed leather mask she always wore in these films.
Ida was the star of some of the most popular Bondage/S&M porn in the world. Popular mostly because of the fact no one knew what lay under that mask. They thought it must be the face of a goddess, to match her body. Ida was built like the original Wonder Woman, tall and shapely. Dark brown hair that curled naturally fell down her back like a waterfall.
Under the mask though, was a face that was not mind numbing in it’s beauty. In fact, it was rather plain. Not really ugly, just not really pretty either. The nose a little too long and thing, the upper lip a little too thick, eyes that only looked remarkable when the mask was on, practically non-existent cheekbones, a weak chin.
However, no one would’ve noticed any of this for their eyes would’ve right away be drawn to the large port-wine colored birthmark that stained the left side of her face from up into the hairline, coming down the forehead in an almost Harry Potter-lighting-bolt-scar formation, then widening as it touched the side of her nose, going back towards the ear, and finally stopping in a whip-like point just at the edge of her chin.
Doctors had offered to treat it, lightening it or remove it, however Ida’s mother, a superstitious woman who believed the old myth that port wine birthmarks are special marks from God Himself, refused all treatments. By the time Ida was an adult, she was so used to the mark she didn’t really care one way or another.
She had gotten into porn during a rebellious phase. However her lack of facial beauty was what got her into the BDSM stuff. They decided she needed to wear a mask. She didn’t care. It was good money and despite what movies and books would have one believe, the legit porn business was not some drug filled party. It was actually - kind of boring. As a woman she had more control then men. She could turn down any act she didn’t want to do and no one could complain. She kind of got a thrill out of being a dommenatrix as well, but more so with the women then the men.
Sometimes she got tired of it though. It was always pain, pain, pain. Her latest movie involved her spanking and whipping first a man, then a woman, then other various painful torments on both, ending in forced orgasms for them. It was all rather repetitive.
Ida jumped into the studio’s showers. Like everything else around here, even though they were working showers they were also sets. So of course there was water-proof bondage gear in here. The gear was currently being checked by Carla, the fluffer/gopher/jill-of-all-trades.
Carla was a distant cousin of the studio’s owner. Self esteem issues had placed her in this work. She wasn’t ugly, nor stupid, but thought she was. Her cousin had met her at a family reunion, where he saw the extreme emotional and mental abuse her parents heaped on her. Eventually he offered her a job, a chance to escape her manipulative family. However, she didn’t relish the thought of being on camera and instead just did whatever little things around the place that kept her behind the scenes.
Unlike Ida, Carla was short. Her issues with herself had caused her to over-eat and she was about 30 pounds overweight. Cute in an innocent, girl next door way, but with much larger breasts. With her red hair, green eyes, well shaped lips, cheeks, and chin, she reminded Ida of Mary Jane from the Spider-man comics. Just plumper.
Ida also noticed that Carla tended to glance at her now and again. Then swiftly looked away.
To do the work in the showers, Carla had to wear flip-flops, showing off a pair of small, wide feet. Her toes were stubby and her nails plain. Though the nails were obviously filed, they were also cut very short and not perfectly rounded.
Ida liked Carla. The quiet, shy younger woman was always kind. She remembered the birthdays of everyone she worked with, more then that Carla remembered everyone’s little idiosyncracies. She knew Josh couldn’t eat with a bathroom door open. That Marie only drank Crystal Springs water. Carla also always remembered that Ida would not work with anyone who had anything hanging out of their nose.
Finished with her shower, Ida started out when she heard a thump and an exclamation of pain. Turning, she saw that Carla had fallen and bumped her head. Her clothing was now wet and a single flip-flop had flown off her foot and was still sliding across the slick floor. Rushing over, her large breasts bouncing slightly, Ida nearly fell herself. Instead she got to her knees and helped Carla sit up.
“Are you okay, Carla?” Ida asked, helping Carla onto a water/bondage table.
“Yeah,” Carla said in her soft, musical voice. “My pride is damaged more then anything.”
As Ida checked Carla over, the fluffer giggled and squirmed a bit. Ida chuckled, “Well, I suppose if you’re laughing,” with that Ida dragged her perfectly manicured nails down Carla’s spine, “you must be alright.”
“EHEHEEK!” Carla squealed and tried to pull away, but Ida now put a hand on her shoulder and held her in place. “Ida, don’t - I’m really ticklish!”
The shirt, being wet from the fall, was interfering with Ida’s tickling of Carla’s back, so the porn star slipped her hand underneath and began to lightly scrabble her nails all over Carla’s fleshier back. Tickling her just along the bra line and down to the waist of her jeans. Carla squealed and tried to pull away. However, Ida was stronger then Carla and was easily able to hold her still by moving her hand to the middle of Carla’s bountiful breasts and pressing firmly.
Or maybe it was because Carla didn’t really want to escape.
After about five minutes of reducing Carla to quivering, laughing jelly with persistent back tickling, Ida decided to make Carla as naked as herself. After years in pornos, Ida knew how to remove clothing quickly. Using tickling to keep Carla off-balanced, Ida got Carla’s shirt off. At this time she thought Carla would protest, however the normally shy woman suddenly turned around a bit, grabbed the back of Ida’s head, and pulled her into a deep kiss.
When she pulled away, Ida smiled, but then whispered harshly, “Now slave, did I give you permission to kiss me?”
Carla blushed and suddenly tried to get up, but Ida grabbed Carla’s wrist. Holding the shorter woman in place as she unhooked Carla’s bra, tickling Carla’s neck and shoulders even as she pushed the straps down, freeing the massive mammaries it held. While Ida’s own large breasts stood firm and proud despite their size, Carla’s larger boobs sagged just a little.
With a swift movement, Ida locked Carla’s left wrist in the cuff she had been examining earlier. Then smiled and began to tickle Carla’s exposed upper body. Carla squealed, chortled, squirmed, and even spouted gibberish as Ida tickled her from behind the ears all the way down to Carla’s deep belly button. Teasing her verbally with words like “Laugh for me, my sweet slave,” and “Tickle, tickle my little pet.”
Carla’s upper body was wonderfully sensitive. Her back and neck were the source of sweet giggles and playful squirming. Her belly brought out huge guffaws. The fleshy ribs were so ticklish that if Ida didn’t stop briefly Carla would laugh so hard she coughed. The armpits - the armpits were so touchy that this got Carla to spout her gibberish again.
This new type of domination was exciting to Ida. Not that she had anything against S&M. She knew from studying that in the real world it could be quite fun and imaginative, in the movies it was just the same repetition. However being able to make someone scream with laughter rather then crying out in pain was so new that it was turning her on. She couldn’t help pressing her nude front against Carla’s naked back and moaning into her ear before catching her lobe in a playful nip.
They now had an audience. Camera men and women, the director, writers, co-stars, and everyone else were watching. Some were lining the shower walls, others had turned on the cameras and were watching at monitors. Ida didn’t care, she was used to being watched in her most private moments, and Carla was too hypnotized by the tickling sensations to even notice.
Ida tickled Carla right out of her damp pants. Teasing Carla’s hips after undoing the button and zipper until Carla laughed-hulaed out of them. Then Ida spent a lot of time tickling Carla’s butt. The fleshy backside provided a lot of tickling area and she exploited every inch. Carla ended up leaning against the bench for support.
Giving Carla a chance to breath, Ida got her up on the bench and went around to lock her other wrist in place. Carla, without even having to be asked, laid down and slid down until her arms were high above her head and her feet near the cuffs at the other end. Ida locked Carla’s ankles in place then stood back to admire the sight before her. Carla, being short, was stretched out like a victim on the rack, but not so much as to be in pain. Completely nude now, Ida looked over Carla’s fleshy body. The natural tendency of her body to want to be an hourglass shape, the patch of red-blond hair between her thighs. Carla obviously never went into the sun as her body was pale white. Yet it wasn’t gross fish-belly white. There was a healthy tinge of pink to the flesh before her.
It deepened when Carla realized for the first time they were being watched. However she didn’t have time to protest the presence of others because Ida had began the upper body tickling yet again. This time tickling from Carla’s wrists down to her armpits. Then again the breasts, belly, and sides. Carla squealed, laughed, trying to get away, yet longing for more of those devilishly delightful tickles.
Shy, withdrawn Carla lay there as Ida tickle-tortured her. Ida had discovered how insanely ticklish Carla’s now rock hard nipples were and was taking advantage of it. The more Ida did this, her brown eyes sparkling with wicked intentions, the more turned on Carla herself became.
Now Ida was tickling Carla’s legs. From her hips down to her ankles. Dancing those long nails over Carla’s knees, dragging them across her thighs. Carla’s stomach hurt from laughing so much, her head spun, yet she wanted more.
Ida knew she’d need another shower. She could smell her own arousal, it’s scent mingling with Carla’s. Briefly, Ida teased Carla by tickling her pouting labia. Through the laughter came a deep, throaty moan and Carla thrust her hips upwards, begging for more. Ida right away stopped all tickling.
In the throws of tickle-induced lust, Carla whimpered when Ida pulled away. Looking around for her tickling mistress, Carla could see that people were enjoying the spectacle. Some of the men sported large erections. The women giving her lust filled looks. For the first time in her life, Carla felt good being watched.
Stories, movies, books would have people believe that all female porn stars were abused, self esteem deprived. However Carla had never found that to be true in the legit porn. In the illegal stuff that may be true, but here where people followed the letter of the law, the women all had healthy self esteem and only touched when they wanted to be. That was exactly why Carla was not in the films but just worked behind the scenes.
While Carla thought about all this, Ida was making evil plans. This table was hooked up to the water system. A small waterpick was hooked to a spot on the table and pointed so it’s spray would slide between the lips of Carla’s vulva and strike her erect clit. Hanging above was a movable shower head but Ida didn’t bother with that. Instead she moved down to the foot of the table.
Before Carla could continue her line of thought, Ida’s long finger nails began the ruthless tickling of Carla’s small, soft feet. The people watching had never seen so much struggling, such arching of the body, never heard such loud, wild laughter.
Then with a touch of a foot pedal, Ida started the waterpick. Even though Carla’s natural instinct with the tickling of her extra-tender soles was to thrash, she held herself as still as possible because she was so turned on all she wanted to do was a good, old fashion orgasm.
One of Carla’s jobs was that of fluffer. Meaning that between shots she helped the men maintain an erection without letting them orgasm. Because of this she had learned a lot of physical self control. So even though she was spouting her laughing gibberish, she could also hold her body still enough to keep the tiny spray on her clit.
Ida stopped it, however, before Carla could cum. Instead she forced Carla to endure more foot tickling and denied orgasm. Tickling between Carla’s tired toes, stroking those rounded heels, ravishing her arches. Then she started the spray back up as Carla’s voice began to give out from all the laughing. Tickling her feet as she used the water to make Carla cum.
People cheered and clapped. Ida just pulled down the shower head. Both she and Carla needed a bath. The audience began to leave except for the writers and the director who were taking notes for another movie. Even as Ida used the massaging shower head to relieve her own raging desire she had a feeling her next movie wouldn’t be as boring.
More then that, she had made up her mind to build up Carla’s self esteem until Carla was strong enough mentally and emotionally to be Ida’s co-star. It was the least she could do for her.
~The End~
