Invisible Ink
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As SEEN on T.V.
Somewhere in a dirty Las Vegas strip club a man and his wife sat on the edge of the performance platform while the dancer before them dazzles and razzles their eyes. She’s definitely beautiful, and her body is without a doubt the best one in the club. She’s a rare breed as well, being that she’s part Egyptian and part American. ( Mostly American, but who’s counting? ) She’s tall and filled to her toes with energy both during her performance and off the stage as well. The couple is absolutely smitten by this one, especially the male. He sees great potential here, and feels their search for the perfect model might just be over tonight…
Her name is Jasmine, but most of her co-workers and regular customers call her Kitty Kat because of the way her eyes have a sort of feline quality to their look. Jasmine is at least 5’9” and weighs around 110 lbs- the perfect mold for a performer. Her breasts are sexy and firm, but not exactly natural. (34 d cup ) Her skin is tanned and soft, and she didn’t need the help from a Sun Bed to get it either fore she sunbathed in the nude very often.
Her ass was almost perfect in design, and looked unbelievable in a thong. Her long legs were firm and smooth, and even though her feet were usually hidden in a pair of high heels, were beautiful as well and always freshly pedicured. She loved her feet, and treated them just as good as she treated the rest of her body. Jasmine grew up in a small bumpkin town where the bar downtown served as the only restaurant for miles. Her mother had met a traveling salesman, an Egyptian, and almost instantly fell in love. That was then, this is now.
Now, Jasmine was a grade A and extremely high class Stripper. She worked at a place called “The Rack “and was one of the most popular dancers available. She was known for her incredible flexibility, and the way she’d practically make love to the golden pole. Living up to her name, she usually came out in a sexy Egyptian styled outfit and would totally play up the role. She loved the way men and even women would stare at her body. It gave her some kind of strange power trip, and she enjoyed it to the fullest. Tonight, a couple she had never seen before were sitting center stage for her performance.
The man was older then the girl he was with, and they had been whispering into each other’s ears all night long. He slipped a cool one hundred dollar bill between two fingers, and casually gestured her to come to them. She smiled at this gesture, but ignored it. She continued to make love with the pole. At the moment, it was between the cheeks of her thronged rear as she slowly slid up and down on it by bending her knees. The man turned to his guest, and after a few whispered words, he placed another hundred dollar bill in his fingers. Now, Jasmine was eyeing a two hundred dollar gesture.
That was a hard thing to resist, and eventually, she caved in. Dropping to her hands and knees, Jasmine slithered her way towards them. She licked her lips, and flashed her famous eyes as she approached the pair. He was smiling now, and so was his girlfriend. Jasmine stopped before them both, leaving barely an inch between their faces and her breasts. Then, she gracefully leaned back, and sat on her butt on the stage. She spread her powerful legs out and into a V formation right after she flicked her heels off. With her bare toes, and a seductive grin, she slowly lowered both feet towards his money. She placed her big toes on each of their noses, and slid up and down.
Shortly after, she flexed and grabbed both bills with her toes. Jasmine was so flexible; she almost was able to place the bills along the string of her panties by use of her feet! Needless to say, the couple enjoyed what they saw, and knew she was the perfect choice. Jasmine arose to her knees, and crawled towards the pair once again. She stopped and whispered something in the woman’s ear. She was resistant to what she had said at first, but after a little coaxing from her male friend, she agreed to the offer of a private lap dance from Jasmine.
Once in the private back room, the show really started. All you need to know is that Jasmine’s thong was now rubbing lightly against the woman’s nose. The private dance lasted for at least 25 minutes before Jasmine put an end to the fun. Before she could wrap it up, the gentlemen stepped in with an enticing offer.
“You are exactly what I came here for..” The gentlemen explained
“All in a days work, but I’m glad you came...” Jasmine said happily.
“I, err, we are looking for the perfect model.” he explained
“Really, well, good luck in your search you two.”
She said as she rose to her bare feet. As Jasmine was ready to escort the pair out, she was handed an envelope containing two thousand dollars. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her skull at the sight of it. She loved money, and would usually go through just about anything to get more of it. She’d hate to admit it, but her level of greed was really abnormal. Her eyes had dollar signs in them as she flipped through the bills as to count them.
“Consider that an early thank you…”
(Jasmine: was getting a little angry ):: “ Listen, I’m not a whore, and as much as I love money, I’ll never sleep with you. “
“Are you kidding? We’re not looking for a whore; we’re looking for a model.” His cute partner explained.
“We work with a television station downtown, and we have been given an assignment.” He explained
“There are plenty of pretty faces to go around in here. Why me?” Jasmine asked
Unfortunately, this weasel had a good answer for everything…
“Between you and me, you ALONE are the reason this place isn’t a dive.”
“All we’re asking for is a full day of work.” His female partner added.
“What type of modeling, and for what T.V. channel?” Jasmine asked, crossing her arms.
“We work for a popular Home Shopping program, and we need a leggy model to do a segment on some new work-out equipment.”
“How much would I get?” The greedy little monster inside her asked with dollar bill signs in it’s eyes.
Suddenly, some grease ball poked his fat head through the curtains. He looked at his dancer sitting and bullshitting with a few clients.
“Is this a break time toots?” The fat slob asked with an angered expression and pasta sauce on his chin.
Jasmine was a quick thinker and explained to this freak that they were merely discussing the idea of another dance session.
“I wanna see more dancing of those pretty legs and less dancing with the lips, got it? Good!”
As he left the private area, he farted like a whale.
That was the final straw for our pretty little heroine. She had had it up to her tits with the bastards that ran this place and was tired of making them money. Maybe this opportunity wasn’t the best one, but at least she could pay a few credit cards off. Hell, maybe she could get a new credit card! Start over!
“How much can you start me at?”- Jasmine asked
“Two thousand up front, and we’ll double it when the program is over.”- he said
“Plus, if you help to sell any of these products, we’ll give you a little extra.”- she added
“How much is a little? “
“Fifty dollars for every unit sold.”
She had to admit, they knew how to make an offer.
“Hmmmm…”-Jasmine said, sounding a little more tempted.
“We start tomorrow morning, bright and early. We’ll even treat you to a free breakfast.”- he said, grinning.
“You got yourself a model! “-Jasmine said with excitement
“Excellent! Let me write your address and we’ll send a limo for you tomorrow.” He said.
Jasmine could hardly contain her excitement as she wrote down all her information and gave it to the complete strangers. After they exchanged a handshake, the couple darted out of there just as quickly as they came in. The two-thousand dollar stripper left early that night and headed home for a well-deserved nights sleep. After all, with the way she scammed those two, she felt she deserved a reward. Four thousand dollars for a days work? Hell, she would have done it for five hundred….
-The Next Morning-
Jasmine had just finished with her make up as the limo drove up to her apartment building. Peeking through her window, she squealed with delight when she saw that the car had arrived for her. She quickly told herself deep down that she wouldn’t act excited, she’d stay professional about this whole thing.
(( Knock, Knock ))
Like a child heading for presents at Christmas, Jasmine ran to the door. She peeped through the hole and saw a man with a dozen roses for her! She had a really tough time hiding the smile as she slowly opened her door.
“Hello Jasmine..”- the young driver said
“ Hi. “- she said, in her sleepy head tone.
“ Flowers from the Director…”
She half-smiled and accepted them. As she went for a vase to place them in, she invited the driver in for a few seconds. Once she disappeared, the driver started acting strangely. He paced back and forth in a nervous fashion as he reached into his left jacket pocket to retrieve a small container of something that sprayed when used. Jasmine shouted that it would only be another second as she continued looking for a vase. Finally, she improvised by filling the sink with water, and plopping them in. As she returned, the driver was missing.
“ Hello? “- Jasmine said, glancing around slowly..
The driver quickly lifted the container to…
….his mouth, and sprayed his tongue to fend off any bad breath he might have had. Quickly hiding his breath freshener, he joined Jasmine once again.
“Ready? “- he asked
“Anytime you are.” Jasmine said in that flirty, I want you to buy me lunch kind of tone.
He escorted her to the limo, opened the door for her, and shortly after that, the drive was shorter then she expected for they were not more then ten minutes out when the limo came to a stop on the driveway of a lovely estate.
“We’re here already? Geez, I could have walked. “ – she said in a confused tone.
The driver simply nodded his head yes, and proceeded to exit the car.
“ Ma’am, I’m unloading our actress now.”- he whispered into his headset as he opened the door for his stunning passenger. For the shoot, she wore casual clothes because she knew she’d be changing outfits anyway. Despite the casuals, Jasmine had a way of making even the smallest of outfits into stunning masterpieces.
Jasmine was greeted at the door by the same couple from the night before.
“Hello again! Nice to see you with some clothes on! “- the woman said said as she shook her hand.
“Speak for yourself..” the perverted gentlemen joked as he offered his hand as well.
“I chose casuals thinking that I’d probably be changing outfits. Was I right?” – she asked politely.
The couple explained to Jasmine that they had a special work out uniform in mind for her. But, as the successful say, business before pleasure , because breakfast was on the table. It smelled so good in that house! Fresh eggs, pancakes, French toast, and fresh fruit scents filled the air as she walked through the entryway. Everything was out and set up for self service, but the table seemed like it hadn’t been touched at all!
As good as everything smelled, Jasmine wasn’t that hungry this morning. She grabbed a fruit bowl and some orange juice served in a margarita glass and looked for a cozy and somewhat private place to enjoy herself. She found just the place on the patio table where nobody was at all. It was just what she wanted so she took a seat. Sadly, the peace didn’t last long once that annoying couple helped themselves to the seats closest to hers.
“You know Jasmine, we were just thinking that you don’t even know our names yet! “ – the way-to-bubbly –for-that-hour woman explained.
“ Yeah.. ( squeezing out an uncomfortable chuckle ) I guess you’re right.”- Jasmine said.
“I’m Amy, and this is my husband Troy. We’re the producers of a slightly altered version of the Home Shopping Network called The Naughty Market. “
Jasmine gulped down a huge sip of her orange juice, nearly choking.
“The what kind of market???? “ –Jasmine shouted, sounding a little shocked.
“The Naughty Market of course. Are you DEAF or something?” –Troy said in his sly tone.
“I would NEVER be a part of something like that. I don’t give a shit about our agreement, the deal is off! “- Jasmine shouted, feeling a little light headed.
I wa…. I want to go now.. “ – She said as she got up and stumbled a little.
Jasmine noticed that she couldn’t stand up on her own, and quickly sat back down. By then, the drug had done its job on her. She almost instantly passed out from the quick working stuff in that fruit bowl and Orange juice. Five seconds later, she went face down into the remains of the fruit bowl sending grapes and apple slices all over the floor. A few onlookers glanced over at the unfolding scene, but nobody really did anything about it.
Troy’s phone began buzzing on the table. As he reached for it, Amy swooped it up like an eagle grabbing a fish lunch to go.
“Amy speaking…”
“Yes ma’am, thanks to me we’ve got her.”
“Uh huh”-Amy said to the caller
“Sounds great. We’ll be there shortly.” – She said, hanging up.
“I love how you take all the credit for my master plan.” – He said, sounding annoyed.
She smiled at him, blowing a little kiss in his direction.
“I’ll make it up to you somehow, I promise.” – She claimed, licking her lips seductively
On the set, things were moving, shaking, and vibrating. The Naughty Market was an extremely popular television shopping experience, and was known for their unique items and their discreet billing services. The hosts of today’s segment were in their dressing rooms as they prepared for the camera of the most bizarre and frightening men in television. Known only as the Director, his methods of capturing his subjects on film were very scary and second to none. On his face, he wore what appeared to be a gas mask that had been modified into a film camera in some way. The left eye socket of the mask had been removed and replaced with a camera’s focusing lens was now the eye of the camera. On the left side of his face hung a medium sized box that stored the recordings on a mini film reel system.
Instead of pushing some camera around the room, this strange man actually recorded the taping of the show as if he himself was the camera. The television audience would be seeing the show unfold quite literally through the eyes of this weird man known as the Director. As the set grew dead silent, the backroom lights faded away as the stage lights shined to life on the Host and Hostess of the program. The following story was taken directly from the episode that aired that day.
“Hello viewers and welcome back to the Naughty Market! “ – A strange masked man says to his television audience.
“I am Jack D. Price, and my lovely co-host is none other then the beautiful Mistress Fortune! “
She smiles at the camera.
“Today’s showcase involves a devious form of torture that many of you use both professionally and in your private lives.”- Mistress Fortune explains.
“What torture are we talking about here Mistress? “ – Jack acts in his fake T.V. tone.
“Jack my dear, today’s products have been designed to TICKLE the living hell out of the ticklish skin of your slaves, wives, and husbands everywhere!” – She said, almost taking a bow with her cheesy on air performance.
“Tickling? Isn’t that just a silly form of child’s play? “- He asks, crossing his arms.
She nods her head no as the Oscar winning performance continues.
“Absolutely not Jack. In fact, when someone is ticklish, you can literally tickle just about anything you want out of them. Believe me when I say that I’ve tickled money, favors, and especially pure obedience out of some very powerful men and women within the walls of my dungeon.
“ Sure you have..”- Jack says
“Jack darling, don’t take my word for it. Rather, let me give you a LIVE demonstration..”
That was the stage crew’s signal to bring today’s guinea pig to the stage. Two members of the crew grabbed the keys to the holding cell and headed down the hallway. To their surprise, keys weren’t needed for the door was already open!!
One of the men from the stage crew took off running down the hallway while the other quickly got the message out.
“ Our GUEST has escaped! Repeat, Our GUEST is gone!! “- He shouted as he ran down the hall to catch up.
“Ladies, gentlemen, and the rest of you, please don’t move from your chairs. Some of you don’t have a choice because you’re probably tied to one as we speak, but for those with freedom, stay put! We’ll be right back after a quick word from our sponsors! “
The phony smiles are nowhere to be seen now as the actors question the producer about the early commercial break. Amy tries to calm them down with a phony lie while her husband shouts angrily at the crew.
“What the hell do you mean she’s gone?? “
“Sir, I’m telling you, she was in the cell, and now she’s gone. We’ve searched everywhere and have found nothing. “- The crew tech said into his headset as he continued his search.
“Alright, that does it. Seal off all exits, and don’t let a single person leave this fucking building, got it? “
“Yes sir! “
With that, he pranced as fast as his legs would carry him into the security control room. Two bald men were sipping drinks and watching the dozens of monitors as he burst in.
“Franky! Luis! How are things? Still bald I see.”
They both looked at each other, and then proceeded to ignore him.
“Amigos! I’m kidding here! Geez, you bald pricks are getting like my grandparents now. “
“What do you want Troy?” Luis asked with a blank stare.
“I need to check the tapes of hallway 714b from an hour ago. “
“May I ask why?” Luis asked.
“No you may not baldy, just do it.” Troy said with a flash of his 4,000 smile. ( That was the cost of his stellar tooth whitening service.)
“Was that supposed to be a joke too?” Frank asked him as he shook his head in disgust.
“No, but I got a good one for you. What’s bald, slightly overweight, and comes in pairs?”
-The room was silent-
“You two! ::screaming with laughter at his own joke:::
“You’re hilarious Troy, and what a natural in your delivery.” Luis mumbled.
They zoomed into the screen holding the hallway in question, and scanned the tape back to show the last hour and a half. About 45 minutes back, Troy saw what he came for.
“STOP THE TAPE!!!”
The image was empty, but the door was slightly a jar on the screen.
“Go back about ten minutes que-ball…”
He rolled his eyes as he scanned back ten minutes. Eight minutes in, a young female appeared on screen. She was running out of the room at an incredible speed. Using a schematic of that particular level of the building, Troy and the guards went over every possible scenario of escape she could have utilized.
“What do think slap heads?” He asked.
Luis looked up at Troy with evil intensions written all over his face.
“You do know we carry firearms, and permission to use them don’t you?”
Troy smiled, and assured the boys he was merely joking. Then, the best news he had heard all day came through his headset.
“Sir, we have her!” A guard shouted with pride.
“Great! Prep her for the camera, and let’s get this show back on the road.” Troy demanded.
Troy clicked his mic off, and immediately headed out the door. The guards just shook their heads at each other as they both thought of how much of an idiot that troy was. Suddenly, the door swung open again.
“Thanks for your help Shine tops! “
This time, Luis went for his gun.
“Just kidding!” Troy shouted as the door slammed shut and off he ran into the hallway laughing his ass off.
The strange Director was given his signal, and the show was ready to get back on track. He motioned to his female assistant to get the actors on the set once again. After a few minutes of running around and touch up work, they were ready to proceed.
The familiar spooky sounds of The Naughty Market’s theme song came on as the camera began rolling once again. The animation of Jack D. Price and Mistress Fortune selling dungeon equipment to dungeons door to door ended and the show was back on. Like other popular Home shopping shows, The Naughty Market used on-screen graphics to display text, pricing, and a toll free phone number to call if they saw something that tickled their fancy on the program that day.
“We’re back, and I’m more horny then ever Mistress Fortune.”
“That’s good to hear because we have a very sexy guest who volunteered to help us with today’s tickle toys! Isn’t that incredible? “
The crew members now brought the escapee onto the set, and something told the audience she wasn’t happy about being there.
“MMMMmmmmmppohhh!!! Ooppp yooonn!! Ooppmmm!! “
Jasmine was practically naked as she was carried by two men with an arm underneath each of her shoulders to the stage. She had been stripped of all the clothing she was wearing today, and forced into one of the smallest “ work-out” uniforms they made. The top was extremely thin and tight, and barely covered her breasts. The bindings of a complicated looking head harness with ball-gag included had been strapped to her skull. She still looked beautiful though, but very angry. Her lovely Reddish brown hair had been reworked from long and wavy into three pigtails! A pigtail on each side of her head, and one sprouting from the top of it.
Although this was made to cause humiliation, she still managed to look sexy! The little work-out shorts didn’t even cover half of her butt, and looked uncomfortably tight. The words “ Not Ticklish “ in hot pink could be seen on each cheek. Then came the restraints attached all over her body. The fitting of the merciless arm binder made sure that Jasmine’s arms stayed behind her back and remained useless. At her elbows, the arm binder was then strapped again and attached to a thin belt a few inches below Jasmine’s big breasts. This kept her arms flat against her back while encased in the leathery contraption. Hobble chains were used in two places on her strong and sexy legs.
One was attached to each of her knees with a chain about 12 inches, and the other was around each of her pretty ankles with the same length. It gave her just enough freedom in her legs to carefully take one single step at a time on her own without falling on her face. She continued to curse the actors and the crew members holding her in place. The restraints and her skimpy little outfit was really the only thing she had to protect her from total nudity, but soon even that coverage would be removed…
“Audience at home, this lovely and very submissive model is here to help you understand just how powerful some of these little tickling demons can be.”– Mistress Fortune said as she wrapped her arms around her stomach from behind.
“Come on Fortune, I’m still not convinced that silly old tickling could really strike fear into the heart of slaves. What if the slave, husband, or wife just wasn’t ticklish? Then what?” Jack asked.
“I’m glad you brought that to our attention Jack, for it brings me to our first showcase item!”
A little jar of pink pills were now on the screen with the flashing price of 14.99 and the title:
“Sensitivity pills “
“Pills? What’s this about Mistress? “ – Jack asked in his phony on screen tone
“This is about turning someone who’s not ticklish in the least into a hysterical lunatic at the touch of your fingertips! “
“Wow! That’s incredible Mistress! Is it safe? “
“100 percent tested and approved by many doctors, and it says so on the label.” Mistress Fortune added.
“Hey, as long as that little label is on the box, it’s a trust worthy product.”-he said.
Mistress spun Jasmine around so her rear was facing the Director’s face camera.
“As you can see, today’s subject…”-She smiles as she bends Jasmine forward so her butt is in full view of the home audience.
“is NOT ticklish! “ –She says, running her fingertip over the cheeks of her ass.
“It’s time to change that! Who’s got a cup of water? “-Jack said, glancing around.
Mistress Fortune laughed at her partner, and quickly corrected him.
“No Jack, these pills don’t go down your throat, it’s actually taken anally!”– She said with glee as she slowly pulled the little shorts off of Jasmine’s beautiful butt. She screamed in discontent and forcefully struggled in Mistress Fortune’s arms. Jack quickly aided his co host and addressed the home audience.
“How fun is this! Just giving the pill to your slave, husband, or wife is almost as enjoyable as its resulting effect!” – Jack said as she helped spread the cheeks of Jasmine’s butt apart from each other.
“Now you are getting it! How about you at home? Even if your willing or unwilling partner is already ticklish, imagine what this little baby will do! Call now, and I’ll throw in these adorable little shorts, and the first caller will be rewarded with the one our lovely assistant was wearing today! “
As Mistress Fortune lubed Jasmine’s anus, she screamed and struggled even harder. Unfortunately for her, she was already way too ticklish as it was! Seconds later, the pill was in and own its merry little way.
“Alright, now before we move on to the next item in today’s showcase, I want the freaks at home to really understand what this pill will do for you. If you’re a professional dominatrix or master with clients wanting the ultimate tickling experience, then this is for you!” – Jack D. Price explained.
“Or, if your wife has been a naughty girl lately, and you feel punishment is in order, then this is for you.”- Mistress Fortune said as she lifted Jasmine’s head up by her pigtails.
“Call now, and ask for item # 647421! “
Moving right along to the next item, Mistress Fortune and Jack forced Jasmine against her will to follow them into a small circular containment area with glass walls and padded floors.
“Okay, so our slave is ready for tickling, what’s the next move? “
“Well, you can’t really delivery a good tickling session without a little rope work!”- She said with a grin.
“Ah, yes Mistress Fortune, I think you’re on to something here. Without ropes, the ticklish tend to get a little out of hand at times.” Jack said as the screen’s timer counted down the last few seconds for pill orders.
Jasmine was forced to wait as Mistress Fortune opened the hatch to the Containment area. Once open, she got behind Jasmine shoved her inside with two palms against her ass. Jasmine shouted and grunted as she fell onto the padded flooring of the little room. The floor was so soft and bouncy that the air hadn’t been knocked out of her. The only downside was that she couldn’t get up for the life of her now. Suddenly, two more doors opened in the containment area. The director peered in through on the glass walls in order to catch every inch of the action.
Two figures wearing all black jumpsuits entered the room with Jasmine. She raised her head, and the audience watched a close up of her facial expression becoming more and more panicked! Her eyes widened with fear as she tried wriggling away from the freaky figures coming towards. One was empty handed while the other carried a strange looking contraption.
“Feast your eyes on that little guy. “ – Mistress Fortune said, as she walked up to the glass with Jack.
“I know, that one extra looks like a weakling gurly men! “ ::chucking:::
The Director stepped back, and dropped to his knees in order to get the whole shot.
“No silly, not them. I’m talking about what he’s bringing into the party!” Mistress Fortune said, correcting her partner.
The Director’s face camera zooms into the shiny silver sphere laid in the center of the containment room. The creep holding it slowly backs away as eight long and spiny mechanical legs slowly emerge from the sides of the sphere…
Jasmine screamed in horror as she watched the sphere go from sitting idle and calmly to walking like a spider towards her body.
“Gosh Mistress, that looks complicated and… dangerous.”- Jack said, gulping.
The text and price tag fades out and changes to the next item up for sale. Designed by some of the top perverted scientists in the country, this little devil had one purpose in life… to tie your captive in any position or style you could imagine. Using a cordless keyboard, this freaky robotic creature would respond to ANY bondage configuration you could dream up. This tasty treat didn’t come without a hefty price tag though!
“This little piece of perverted genius is known as “ Spider Binder. “
“and he can be your very own for the LOW, low cost of three easy payments of three hundred and ninety nine dollars! “ – Jack said, flashing his huge, toothy grin.
“Sounds like a lot of money Jack! I don’t know.. I have groceries, bills to pay, shopping to do.” Mistress Fortune laid her golden ring clad hand against her forehead.
“When you see what Spider Binder can do, you’ll wonder why in the heck it’s so cheap!” Mistress Fortune explained.
The creeps in the containment area surrounded the bound and helpless model. She shouted at them in anger, warning them not to get any closer in her muffled tongue talk.
One of them sat on her thighs while the other grabbed her arm binder, and carefully detached it from the belt around her waist. After a little tugging and unbuckling, Jasmine was free from the binds that bound her!
“MMMppoohhhh!!! “ – She shouted at her attackers. They stayed in a ready-for- action stance as they slowly backed away from Jasmine. She made it seem as if she was about to attack them, but instead made a dash for the door! The director zoomed into the door’s handle as it gave Jasmine quite a shocking surprise! She took the brunt of the blast and flew backwards. She landed with a thump a few feet away from the Spider Binder. She stared at it blankly as it sat quietly and appeared to stare right back at her. It’s little sphere like body had a glimmering and shiny appearance under the room’s ceiling lights reflected off its smooth surfaces.
“The Spider Binder is at your command with this easy to use keyboard controller! “ Jack said as he handed to his stunning blonde co host.
“Uh.. but Jack, this just looks like a typical keyboard! Plus, where are the miles of cord that connect it to that thing?? “ – She asked.
“One word Jack, wireless. That’s right folks, wireless controls! No more cords running all over the house to trip over! The wireless technology in this keyboard is second to none. Here, let me show you how it works.”- Jack said as the camera followed them towards one of the containment room’s clear walls.
Inside, the staring contest between the little mechanical work of genius and the angered stripper continued. Using her knowledge in martial arts, Jasmine took an attack stance as she knew she’d have to fight off her attackers.
“Mistress Fortune, you’re a professional dominatrix right? “- Jack asked
“As a matter of fact I am Jack, why? Need a good spanking? “ – She replied, grinning.
“I imagine on a daily basis you are hired to tie up one client after another, am I right? “- he asked
“You are correct Mr. Price. I enjoy it because I understand it. If you don’t understand bondage, tying your partner can be a sexless and tiring experience!” – she added.
“That’s where the Spider Binder comes into play! For the LOW, low cost of this beautiful monster, your every bondage command will be carried out without you so much as breaking a sweat! “
Jack shouted with excitement as the home audience saw the flashing icons saying key phrases like one of a kind design, low cost for such high technology, and of course, it’s as easy as one-two-three.
“Off the top of your pretty head, give me a bondage position you’d like to see done to our beautiful assistant. “ – he asked as he took a seat by the wall with the keyboard against his lap.
“Hmmm.. how about one of my favorites. The hogtie! “- Mistress Fortune was met with the sounds of canned clapping from a fake audience as Jack quickly typed the word HOGTIE
into the keyboard.
A few seconds passed and the Spider Binder remained perfectly still. Jasmine started to feel a little lightheaded from the side effects of that pill she was given, and was having a hard time standing up without feeling a little on the dizzy side. Without even the slightest warning signs, The Spider Binder rose to action as the hydraulics in its legs hopped and flexed towards Jasmine with one thing on its programmed mind. Jasmine was ready for it, as she lowered herself for the perfect sweep kick into the spider’s faceplate. Unfortunately, it simply grabbed the ankle of the attacking foot and twisted it in at a 180 degree angle. This slammed Jasmine face down against the bouncy floor. Wasting no time at all, the spider took that ankle and grabbed the other while finding a comfy spot on her back to sit. Four of its arms grabbed her wriggling arms and hands, and slowly forced them to join her bucking legs and feet.
When her wrists and ankles were touching directly above the Spider Binder’s head piece, the tying procedure began. Like a spider designing its webbed home, dozens of thin white rope were shot out and wrapped around each individual wrist and ankle in a totally inescapable fashion. A nice thick piece was the last to shoot out for it connected the wrists to the ankles. Using two of its legs, the spider lifted Jasmine’s bound limbs and slowly crawled away from her wriggling body, leaving her in a helpless hogtied position on her stomach! The calls from home starting pouring in like crazy!
“That was truly amazing Jack!”
“Best of all, that’s just the beginning! Your only limitation is your imagination! “
“What about suspension? “-she asked.
“Spider Binder can do it!”
“Spread eagle?” –she questioned.
“Spider Binder can do it! “
“Japanese Bondage? “- she wondered.
“Ah.. yes.. the spider-binder can do it! “ – in Jack’s best Japanese voice
The director focused in our Jasmine’s twisted face as she shouted in anger at the camera. Lucky for the crew, the glass walls of that containment cell were sound proof! She struggled with the hogtie while eyeing the weird machine in fear. The director gave the two actors a sign that a commercial break was coming.
“Alright freaks at home, five more minutes on this work of art and we’re moving on!”
“We’ll return after these short messages, and as your mistress, I command you to stay put! “
The set shut down, and the commercials were running. Everyone relaxed and took five as the lights dimmed down and the actors left the stage. Everyone was chilling out and talking to each other except of course the hired model for the day. She had been left in this cell, hogtied with the Spider Binder just staring at her.
“I think we’re ready to start phase two people.. “ – Troy explained to the small group gathered around him.
“Seems like the pills are jumping off the shelves, and we’ve sold quite a few Binders. Nice work everyone.” – He said with a warm smile.
“Of course, this is merely the tip of this jiggly wiggly dildo for the real products are coming up next, and I want each of these little units sold out by the end of this show! You got me??” – he asked in the meanest tone possible
“No excuses! Just sell the crap out of these tickling machines! I want to see that model scream and cry like a baby! I want her begging she never signed up for this! I want her soles bright red by the time this segment is over! Now, get the fuck out there, and SELL!!!! “
-The Tickling Segment –
Jasmine has found herself in yet another bind unfortunately. She had been seated in a seated “ touch toes “ position on a long wooden bench. Her lovely ankles were locked tightly in the stock system at the very end of the bench, but that wasn’t the only pillory involved here. Another stock had been placed about half a foot up from the foot one. Its job was to hold her knees and her neck!! Her arms were tied at the elbow and wrist behind her like usual, but in this position her hands and arms would have done her no good anyway.
A thick and huge pink ball-gag had been shoved into her mouth and her eyes had been covered by a leather blindfold. Despite her impossibly helpless position, she was determined to fight her way out. Jasmine had been stripped completely naked for the previous segment, and that stayed true here. The only difference was that two oil girls had come out from make up and lathered her entire body in shiny , glittering massage oil. That little bitch of a pill was really doing a hell of a job with her insides and she didn’t feel good at all. Jasmine had little time to worry about those rotten feelings because the real show was about to begin, and soon, she’d had plenty to think about!
“And we’re back to The Naughty Market. Thanks for joining us once again. “ – Jack said to his home audience.
“Are you tickling freaks still with me? Good! I’ve got such wonderful toys to show you..”
From the right corner of the stage, two beautiful brunettes came out rolling two carts of tickling treats! Dressed from head to toe as nurses, only the outfits were done in hot pink, the two made their way towards Mistress Fortune. The director slowly walked behind their wiggling butts as they ventured onto the stage.
“Ahh.. the TICKLE twosome has arrived! Hello ladies! “
“Good Morning Mistress Fortune..”
“Good morning! What did you little tarts bring for me today? “- She asked, lovingly rubbing one of the nurses butt cheeks.
Poor jasmine tried pitifully to lift her head towards the commotion, but that damned stock stopped all the fun of trying. Straps along her legs did an excellent job of keeping her right where they wanted her too.
“Well Mistress, we have something special for our audience today! “
“Oh really?:: turning to her partner:: Jack? Did you know anything about this? “ – she asked.
“Maybe.. “ ::fake chuckling::
“You little sneaks! Alright, cough it up! What did you bring! “
One of the two nurses pulled out some sort of strange device that looked like a little box of anchovies!! The camera quickly zoomed in on the image, and the graphic display shortly followed on screen as well. The words:
Little Suckers- item number # 65000 - four easy payments of 29.99
“Who ordered anchovies? “ – Jack asked jokingly
Canned laughter and clapping filled the empty studio…
“These aren’t your typical fish, these are little suckers. ( popping their lid ) See? Aren’t they cute? “
The home audience was shown five little toy fish with open mouths laying next to each other. Two were light blue, and the other three were pink. Each had five little red buttons going from their fake gills to just about their lower tail. Each had a purpose, and Jasmine was going to be an expert soon…
“These little suckers have been designed to torture the little pink piggies of your partner’s feet in ways you’ve never seen before. Allow us to demonstrate.”- The nurse holding the little toys explains as they all head for Jasmine.
The creepy director is the first to get to the soles of her wriggling feet. He lowered to his knees and in the process brought the camera’s eye only mere inches away from Jasmine’s beautiful feet. The stocks were doing a splendid job of keeping them in place, but her toes were wiggling and curling like crazy! Mistress Fortune, Jack D. Price, and the colorful members of the Tickle Twosome all gathered around the end of the bondage bench as if her feet were about to be worshipped like some sacred relic.
Pulling two of the suckers from the little container, the nurse now turned to the camera.
“The mouth has been adjusted to fit around each and every toe, regardless of size and length! The mouth will automatically flex smaller or bigger depending on the subject’s toes. “ – he nurse explained to Mistress Fortune.
“All this for four easy payments of 29.99??!! You’ve got to be joking! “ – Jack shouted
“Just wait till you see her reaction…”- The nurse said, as she grabbed and secured Jasmine’s left big toe.
“MMMoooopphhh!!!! Mmmmoooaaapphh!!! “- Jasmine screamed with fear in her twinkling eyes.
She fought desperately to keep her ticklish toe out of that thing’s mouth, but she couldn’t even see let alone move that much. The little sucker found a new home over her big toe as it swallowed it to the stem. Jasmine’s eyes widened with discontent and she began screaming and grunting in outrage!
“Let’s pull the ball from her mouth and see what she thinks, but first let me explain the little red buttons.”- She said, pointing to them so the camera could show the home audience.
“Vibrate, Tickle, Suck, Cool, and itch. “- she explained
“Wow! All that? That’s amazing, but who has fingers that small? “ – Mistress Fortune asked.
The nurse stood back from the Grunting gagged girl while her partner went behind her. The host and hostess stood back as well while the director filmed it all.
“Remove the ball from her mouth…” – one nurse says to the other.
As the golden buckles on the leather strips are removed, the nurse standing in front of Jasmine lifted her hands as if to clap…
As she claps her hands, the ball is removed from Jasmine’s mouth by the other.
“Please!! SOME CALL THE PO… aha haea ehaea ahea eahea aehaea aha get it off!!! “- Jasmine’s important message is cut short as the first clap introduces the vibrating effects of the little sucker.
“aha aheae aeha get it off!! Hhae aehae aehaea aha eahea ahae aehae please!! Haea e ha HAEHAE AEHA ::Snorting:: haa ehe eha eahaa aaha aaaaaaaahhhhh!! “ – Jasmine couldn’t help but scream with laughter.
The little sucker was whisked back and forth through the air, but didn’t release itself from that toe no matter what.
“Just the vibrating effect alone is devastating to the sensitive toes of your partner, slave, husband, wife, or paying client. “ – Mistress Fortune added as the presentation continued.
“Ready for more? “ – The nurse said, smiling at Jasmine and then to the camera.
“No!! ha ehae ahea eahea no more! Hae aehaa ehae I’m haer ahea eahea here against my Will!! HA Ah aehae ahae aeha I swear it!! “ – Jasmine said, laughing hysterically.
A little too late because the clapping had already begun. The second clap starting the tickling sensations and to do this, thousands of little rubber nubs sprouted in the little sucker’s mouth and began vibrating at incredible speeds. This was an eye popping experience for poor Jasmine. Now, all five of the toes from her left foot were sucked She howled and screamed as tears ran down her face. She begged and begged to no end as the surrounding actors and actresses all smiled and continued to sell their products. From a far, her foot almost looked like a hand that constantly waved its long fingers at the viewers.
“It’s not too late folks, for we still have five more minutes to order a box of little suckers for your very own! “ – Jack D. Price
“Jack Darling, I feel generous right now. “ - Mistress Fortune explained as she pulled a stool up to Jasmine’s right side.
“If they order the Little suckers right now, I’m taking two payments off the bill.” – She said as she softly cooed Jasmine.
“Have you lost your MIND???!! That’s an incredible saving!! You can’t be serious! “ – Jack said, in his academy award winning performance. ( yeah, right )
“I’m dead serious Jack.. (( turning to the camera )) So act now, and we’ll be right back..” – Mistress Fortune blows a kiss at the camera as they fade to commercial.
The silly animation for the Naughty Market returns on screen as they fade back into pervert’s living rooms around the nation. Jasmine wasn’t laughing now, but she wasn’t happy either. For the new segment, her trapping had to be configured yet again. This time, she had been locked into what appeared to be a bondage trash can?! If you can picture this with your mind’s eye, then you’ll understand the helplessness Jasmine felt at that moment. Somehow, they had her in a barrel so that the cheeks of her fully exposed behind were the only visible portion of her body. Inside, her face and breasts were pressed firmly against her thighs and knees with straps to reinforce this. Her wrists had been bound tightly together, and then connected to her ankles. This was a made position for the next selling instrument of tickling delight. The dreaded ant army was the next to depute their little powers…
“Welcome back Audience! Based on the amount of sales for the Spider Binder, the pill, and the little suckers, I’d say we’ve hit a nerve. We’ve tapped right into that vein in every tickle fetishist watching our little show tonight. All I can say is, you haven’t anything yet…” –Mistress Fortune explained as she lifted the barrel off its side. Now, Jasmine’s jiggling butt cheeks were upright at the top of the barrel and pointing towards the ceiling.
In her right hand was a little blue jar with the words “ Tiny ticklers “ printed across the bottle. On the screen now was a graphic icon of just what one of these little ants, followed by a cheesy sale line and a price. Mistress Fortune shook the bottle and smiled as she carefully opened the lid. Knowing full well that Jasmine ears had been fitted with a tiny head set that allowed her to hear every word, but the tape over her lips sealed every response.
“Let us introduce you to a tiny tickler. She’s a friendly little rubber version of your typical house ant. Same size, same shape, same little body and little legs. “ – Jack said in sequence with the little graphic icon slowly spinning on screen to show each and every side.
“When they make contact with specially lubricated skin, their bodies begin happily buzzed away at speeds that put any of your vibrators to shame. “ – Mistress Fortune added.
“Once they find a cozy spot on the fields of ticklish flesh your partner offers, they begin to pulsate. As they do, their 55 little legs pulsate as well. “ – Jack explains
Jasmine moans and grunts in the confines of the bondage barrel as tries everything in her power to get her ankles and wrists free. It seems logically to her, but in reality, it would offer her no kind of help. Poor Jasmine, why was she so easily bought? Why was she so greedy? I can’t imagine who would get her into a situation like this ( I type and smile at the same time )
“One is enough to send the ticklish into a state of overwhelming hysteria. They usually pout and cry, or whine and beg for freedom. It’s the perfect way to get those diamond earrings ladies..” –Mistress fortune explains
“Or, a great way to get your wife into promising sexual favors..” – Jack says, licking his lips.
“Like Mistress Fortune said, one is quite enough but this little bottle holds a few more then that.” - Jack says, cueing the electronic price tag to start flashing.
“ONE HUNDRED tiny ticklers per bottle. “ – Mistress fortune shouts, tapping the sides of the barrel with her dark red fingernails.
The hilarious effect of the barrel swaying from side to side with Jasmine’s sexy butt sticking out of the top is a classic sight for everyone watching. Mistress fortune stands to the left of Jasmine’s butt while Jack takes the right spot. Together, they slowly remove the top of the bottle and let it drop on Jssmine’s butt cheek. She bucks instantly and grunts and groans even louder. They work as a team while the director takes it all in. Mistress Fortune is responsible for spreading the cheeks and Jack is to deliver the tiny ticklers to their new home.
“Freaks at home, watch the magic…” - Jack said as he turned the bottle over and sprinkled Jasmine’s entire exposed crotch and butt cheeks. As they land hard against her bouncing butt and in between, instead of bouncing right off, they all sort of clinged and clamped down on the exact spot they landed.
“Ohhhh!!! OOOOO!!! Ahae Hae ahaa heehehe aehaa ehaeaahea eah heHEH NO!!! hae aehaahehaa aheaeUNCLE!! Ha haeha ahHEHA AEH UNCLE!!! Ha haea eha ahahhea eahehaeha aehheaha please!! Pleeeze STOP!! Haa h AEHHAEHA HAEHAHEHAEHAHA!”
Jasmine experienced a new form of tickling torment as the little bastards began their little work. They were all over her most private of parts and the curves of her rear end. They all seemed to come on at once! All hundred of them began buzzing and tickling the little patch of ticklish flesh they landed on! Jasmine couldn’t handle it.
She laughed, she cried, she begged, she screamed, and worst of all, she lost control of herself, and the entire nation was a witness. If only she could have hung in there for another few seconds, she would have passed out before making a mess. Even as she slept, the ant army continued to do its job. They would never stop until programmed to do so.
“Well Jack, that about sums up our show today. “ - Mistress Fortune sadly explained.
“I’m sorry to hear that. But, I’m glad you folks at home got a chance to experience tickling weapons that will change your lives forever. We laughed, well; our model did most of that. We cried, well, actually the model.. oh forget it! Tune in next week for our special SPANKING show!
I’m Jack D. Price..”
“and I’m Mistress Fortune. Until next time, keep em’ up and leave them begging! “
*Cue the closing credits and music as their images fades off the television. *
Six hours later:
Jasmine wakes up in her own bedroom. Startled, and very confused, she leans over and grabs for her alarm clock. Did she sleep in too late and miss her chance to model on Television?? Did she have some sort of weird wet dream about actually being on the set? What about the money! As she reaches her alarm clock, she knocks a red envelope to the ground. Pulling the sheets off her nude body, she bends down to retrieve it. Inside, she finds a check for nine thousand dollars. Her eyes light up like Donald Trump at the sight of that money. Also, a small invitation was enclosed as well.
“Jasmine, you’re needed for another episode of The Naughty Market. We’re selling the DVD of our new reality show in which a woman is fooled into thinking she’s been released by a sick and perverted director, but is actually on a film set which is a mock up version of her own bedroom.” - Jasmine frowns a little as she reads on.
“It stars you, and the camera is rolling. At the end of this, you’ll receive 25 thousand dollars. Good luck!”
Jasmine is in heaven! 25 thousand dollars! She begins jumping up and down on the bed with glee. Suddenly, she has the urge to make a phone call. She springs out of bed to make the call and heads to open her bedroom door. The director kindly opens it for her, and lets her off the set. Her eye’s widen as he zooms in on her face. Greed had blinded her to the facts, even when they stared her right in the face. Jasmine screams as a group of men bag her in a potato sack and prepare her for a few hours of nonstop tickling fun….
* End of Transmission
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Somewhere in a dirty Las Vegas strip club a man and his wife sat on the edge of the performance platform while the dancer before them dazzles and razzles their eyes. She’s definitely beautiful, and her body is without a doubt the best one in the club. She’s a rare breed as well, being that she’s part Egyptian and part American. ( Mostly American, but who’s counting? ) She’s tall and filled to her toes with energy both during her performance and off the stage as well. The couple is absolutely smitten by this one, especially the male. He sees great potential here, and feels their search for the perfect model might just be over tonight…
Her name is Jasmine, but most of her co-workers and regular customers call her Kitty Kat because of the way her eyes have a sort of feline quality to their look. Jasmine is at least 5’9” and weighs around 110 lbs- the perfect mold for a performer. Her breasts are sexy and firm, but not exactly natural. (34 d cup ) Her skin is tanned and soft, and she didn’t need the help from a Sun Bed to get it either fore she sunbathed in the nude very often.
Her ass was almost perfect in design, and looked unbelievable in a thong. Her long legs were firm and smooth, and even though her feet were usually hidden in a pair of high heels, were beautiful as well and always freshly pedicured. She loved her feet, and treated them just as good as she treated the rest of her body. Jasmine grew up in a small bumpkin town where the bar downtown served as the only restaurant for miles. Her mother had met a traveling salesman, an Egyptian, and almost instantly fell in love. That was then, this is now.
Now, Jasmine was a grade A and extremely high class Stripper. She worked at a place called “The Rack “and was one of the most popular dancers available. She was known for her incredible flexibility, and the way she’d practically make love to the golden pole. Living up to her name, she usually came out in a sexy Egyptian styled outfit and would totally play up the role. She loved the way men and even women would stare at her body. It gave her some kind of strange power trip, and she enjoyed it to the fullest. Tonight, a couple she had never seen before were sitting center stage for her performance.
The man was older then the girl he was with, and they had been whispering into each other’s ears all night long. He slipped a cool one hundred dollar bill between two fingers, and casually gestured her to come to them. She smiled at this gesture, but ignored it. She continued to make love with the pole. At the moment, it was between the cheeks of her thronged rear as she slowly slid up and down on it by bending her knees. The man turned to his guest, and after a few whispered words, he placed another hundred dollar bill in his fingers. Now, Jasmine was eyeing a two hundred dollar gesture.
That was a hard thing to resist, and eventually, she caved in. Dropping to her hands and knees, Jasmine slithered her way towards them. She licked her lips, and flashed her famous eyes as she approached the pair. He was smiling now, and so was his girlfriend. Jasmine stopped before them both, leaving barely an inch between their faces and her breasts. Then, she gracefully leaned back, and sat on her butt on the stage. She spread her powerful legs out and into a V formation right after she flicked her heels off. With her bare toes, and a seductive grin, she slowly lowered both feet towards his money. She placed her big toes on each of their noses, and slid up and down.
Shortly after, she flexed and grabbed both bills with her toes. Jasmine was so flexible; she almost was able to place the bills along the string of her panties by use of her feet! Needless to say, the couple enjoyed what they saw, and knew she was the perfect choice. Jasmine arose to her knees, and crawled towards the pair once again. She stopped and whispered something in the woman’s ear. She was resistant to what she had said at first, but after a little coaxing from her male friend, she agreed to the offer of a private lap dance from Jasmine.
Once in the private back room, the show really started. All you need to know is that Jasmine’s thong was now rubbing lightly against the woman’s nose. The private dance lasted for at least 25 minutes before Jasmine put an end to the fun. Before she could wrap it up, the gentlemen stepped in with an enticing offer.
“You are exactly what I came here for..” The gentlemen explained
“All in a days work, but I’m glad you came...” Jasmine said happily.
“I, err, we are looking for the perfect model.” he explained
“Really, well, good luck in your search you two.”
She said as she rose to her bare feet. As Jasmine was ready to escort the pair out, she was handed an envelope containing two thousand dollars. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her skull at the sight of it. She loved money, and would usually go through just about anything to get more of it. She’d hate to admit it, but her level of greed was really abnormal. Her eyes had dollar signs in them as she flipped through the bills as to count them.
“Consider that an early thank you…”
(Jasmine: was getting a little angry ):: “ Listen, I’m not a whore, and as much as I love money, I’ll never sleep with you. “
“Are you kidding? We’re not looking for a whore; we’re looking for a model.” His cute partner explained.
“We work with a television station downtown, and we have been given an assignment.” He explained
“There are plenty of pretty faces to go around in here. Why me?” Jasmine asked
Unfortunately, this weasel had a good answer for everything…
“Between you and me, you ALONE are the reason this place isn’t a dive.”
“All we’re asking for is a full day of work.” His female partner added.
“What type of modeling, and for what T.V. channel?” Jasmine asked, crossing her arms.
“We work for a popular Home Shopping program, and we need a leggy model to do a segment on some new work-out equipment.”
“How much would I get?” The greedy little monster inside her asked with dollar bill signs in it’s eyes.
Suddenly, some grease ball poked his fat head through the curtains. He looked at his dancer sitting and bullshitting with a few clients.
“Is this a break time toots?” The fat slob asked with an angered expression and pasta sauce on his chin.
Jasmine was a quick thinker and explained to this freak that they were merely discussing the idea of another dance session.
“I wanna see more dancing of those pretty legs and less dancing with the lips, got it? Good!”
As he left the private area, he farted like a whale.
That was the final straw for our pretty little heroine. She had had it up to her tits with the bastards that ran this place and was tired of making them money. Maybe this opportunity wasn’t the best one, but at least she could pay a few credit cards off. Hell, maybe she could get a new credit card! Start over!
“How much can you start me at?”- Jasmine asked
“Two thousand up front, and we’ll double it when the program is over.”- he said
“Plus, if you help to sell any of these products, we’ll give you a little extra.”- she added
“How much is a little? “
“Fifty dollars for every unit sold.”
She had to admit, they knew how to make an offer.
“Hmmmm…”-Jasmine said, sounding a little more tempted.
“We start tomorrow morning, bright and early. We’ll even treat you to a free breakfast.”- he said, grinning.
“You got yourself a model! “-Jasmine said with excitement
“Excellent! Let me write your address and we’ll send a limo for you tomorrow.” He said.
Jasmine could hardly contain her excitement as she wrote down all her information and gave it to the complete strangers. After they exchanged a handshake, the couple darted out of there just as quickly as they came in. The two-thousand dollar stripper left early that night and headed home for a well-deserved nights sleep. After all, with the way she scammed those two, she felt she deserved a reward. Four thousand dollars for a days work? Hell, she would have done it for five hundred….
-The Next Morning-
Jasmine had just finished with her make up as the limo drove up to her apartment building. Peeking through her window, she squealed with delight when she saw that the car had arrived for her. She quickly told herself deep down that she wouldn’t act excited, she’d stay professional about this whole thing.
(( Knock, Knock ))
Like a child heading for presents at Christmas, Jasmine ran to the door. She peeped through the hole and saw a man with a dozen roses for her! She had a really tough time hiding the smile as she slowly opened her door.
“Hello Jasmine..”- the young driver said
“ Hi. “- she said, in her sleepy head tone.
“ Flowers from the Director…”
She half-smiled and accepted them. As she went for a vase to place them in, she invited the driver in for a few seconds. Once she disappeared, the driver started acting strangely. He paced back and forth in a nervous fashion as he reached into his left jacket pocket to retrieve a small container of something that sprayed when used. Jasmine shouted that it would only be another second as she continued looking for a vase. Finally, she improvised by filling the sink with water, and plopping them in. As she returned, the driver was missing.
“ Hello? “- Jasmine said, glancing around slowly..
The driver quickly lifted the container to…
….his mouth, and sprayed his tongue to fend off any bad breath he might have had. Quickly hiding his breath freshener, he joined Jasmine once again.
“Ready? “- he asked
“Anytime you are.” Jasmine said in that flirty, I want you to buy me lunch kind of tone.
He escorted her to the limo, opened the door for her, and shortly after that, the drive was shorter then she expected for they were not more then ten minutes out when the limo came to a stop on the driveway of a lovely estate.
“We’re here already? Geez, I could have walked. “ – she said in a confused tone.
The driver simply nodded his head yes, and proceeded to exit the car.
“ Ma’am, I’m unloading our actress now.”- he whispered into his headset as he opened the door for his stunning passenger. For the shoot, she wore casual clothes because she knew she’d be changing outfits anyway. Despite the casuals, Jasmine had a way of making even the smallest of outfits into stunning masterpieces.
Jasmine was greeted at the door by the same couple from the night before.
“Hello again! Nice to see you with some clothes on! “- the woman said said as she shook her hand.
“Speak for yourself..” the perverted gentlemen joked as he offered his hand as well.
“I chose casuals thinking that I’d probably be changing outfits. Was I right?” – she asked politely.
The couple explained to Jasmine that they had a special work out uniform in mind for her. But, as the successful say, business before pleasure , because breakfast was on the table. It smelled so good in that house! Fresh eggs, pancakes, French toast, and fresh fruit scents filled the air as she walked through the entryway. Everything was out and set up for self service, but the table seemed like it hadn’t been touched at all!
As good as everything smelled, Jasmine wasn’t that hungry this morning. She grabbed a fruit bowl and some orange juice served in a margarita glass and looked for a cozy and somewhat private place to enjoy herself. She found just the place on the patio table where nobody was at all. It was just what she wanted so she took a seat. Sadly, the peace didn’t last long once that annoying couple helped themselves to the seats closest to hers.
“You know Jasmine, we were just thinking that you don’t even know our names yet! “ – the way-to-bubbly –for-that-hour woman explained.
“ Yeah.. ( squeezing out an uncomfortable chuckle ) I guess you’re right.”- Jasmine said.
“I’m Amy, and this is my husband Troy. We’re the producers of a slightly altered version of the Home Shopping Network called The Naughty Market. “
Jasmine gulped down a huge sip of her orange juice, nearly choking.
“The what kind of market???? “ –Jasmine shouted, sounding a little shocked.
“The Naughty Market of course. Are you DEAF or something?” –Troy said in his sly tone.
“I would NEVER be a part of something like that. I don’t give a shit about our agreement, the deal is off! “- Jasmine shouted, feeling a little light headed.
I wa…. I want to go now.. “ – She said as she got up and stumbled a little.
Jasmine noticed that she couldn’t stand up on her own, and quickly sat back down. By then, the drug had done its job on her. She almost instantly passed out from the quick working stuff in that fruit bowl and Orange juice. Five seconds later, she went face down into the remains of the fruit bowl sending grapes and apple slices all over the floor. A few onlookers glanced over at the unfolding scene, but nobody really did anything about it.
Troy’s phone began buzzing on the table. As he reached for it, Amy swooped it up like an eagle grabbing a fish lunch to go.
“Amy speaking…”
“Yes ma’am, thanks to me we’ve got her.”
“Uh huh”-Amy said to the caller
“Sounds great. We’ll be there shortly.” – She said, hanging up.
“I love how you take all the credit for my master plan.” – He said, sounding annoyed.
She smiled at him, blowing a little kiss in his direction.
“I’ll make it up to you somehow, I promise.” – She claimed, licking her lips seductively
On the set, things were moving, shaking, and vibrating. The Naughty Market was an extremely popular television shopping experience, and was known for their unique items and their discreet billing services. The hosts of today’s segment were in their dressing rooms as they prepared for the camera of the most bizarre and frightening men in television. Known only as the Director, his methods of capturing his subjects on film were very scary and second to none. On his face, he wore what appeared to be a gas mask that had been modified into a film camera in some way. The left eye socket of the mask had been removed and replaced with a camera’s focusing lens was now the eye of the camera. On the left side of his face hung a medium sized box that stored the recordings on a mini film reel system.
Instead of pushing some camera around the room, this strange man actually recorded the taping of the show as if he himself was the camera. The television audience would be seeing the show unfold quite literally through the eyes of this weird man known as the Director. As the set grew dead silent, the backroom lights faded away as the stage lights shined to life on the Host and Hostess of the program. The following story was taken directly from the episode that aired that day.
“Hello viewers and welcome back to the Naughty Market! “ – A strange masked man says to his television audience.
“I am Jack D. Price, and my lovely co-host is none other then the beautiful Mistress Fortune! “
She smiles at the camera.
“Today’s showcase involves a devious form of torture that many of you use both professionally and in your private lives.”- Mistress Fortune explains.
“What torture are we talking about here Mistress? “ – Jack acts in his fake T.V. tone.
“Jack my dear, today’s products have been designed to TICKLE the living hell out of the ticklish skin of your slaves, wives, and husbands everywhere!” – She said, almost taking a bow with her cheesy on air performance.
“Tickling? Isn’t that just a silly form of child’s play? “- He asks, crossing his arms.
She nods her head no as the Oscar winning performance continues.
“Absolutely not Jack. In fact, when someone is ticklish, you can literally tickle just about anything you want out of them. Believe me when I say that I’ve tickled money, favors, and especially pure obedience out of some very powerful men and women within the walls of my dungeon.
“ Sure you have..”- Jack says
“Jack darling, don’t take my word for it. Rather, let me give you a LIVE demonstration..”
That was the stage crew’s signal to bring today’s guinea pig to the stage. Two members of the crew grabbed the keys to the holding cell and headed down the hallway. To their surprise, keys weren’t needed for the door was already open!!
One of the men from the stage crew took off running down the hallway while the other quickly got the message out.
“ Our GUEST has escaped! Repeat, Our GUEST is gone!! “- He shouted as he ran down the hall to catch up.
“Ladies, gentlemen, and the rest of you, please don’t move from your chairs. Some of you don’t have a choice because you’re probably tied to one as we speak, but for those with freedom, stay put! We’ll be right back after a quick word from our sponsors! “
The phony smiles are nowhere to be seen now as the actors question the producer about the early commercial break. Amy tries to calm them down with a phony lie while her husband shouts angrily at the crew.
“What the hell do you mean she’s gone?? “
“Sir, I’m telling you, she was in the cell, and now she’s gone. We’ve searched everywhere and have found nothing. “- The crew tech said into his headset as he continued his search.
“Alright, that does it. Seal off all exits, and don’t let a single person leave this fucking building, got it? “
“Yes sir! “
With that, he pranced as fast as his legs would carry him into the security control room. Two bald men were sipping drinks and watching the dozens of monitors as he burst in.
“Franky! Luis! How are things? Still bald I see.”
They both looked at each other, and then proceeded to ignore him.
“Amigos! I’m kidding here! Geez, you bald pricks are getting like my grandparents now. “
“What do you want Troy?” Luis asked with a blank stare.
“I need to check the tapes of hallway 714b from an hour ago. “
“May I ask why?” Luis asked.
“No you may not baldy, just do it.” Troy said with a flash of his 4,000 smile. ( That was the cost of his stellar tooth whitening service.)
“Was that supposed to be a joke too?” Frank asked him as he shook his head in disgust.
“No, but I got a good one for you. What’s bald, slightly overweight, and comes in pairs?”
-The room was silent-
“You two! ::screaming with laughter at his own joke:::
“You’re hilarious Troy, and what a natural in your delivery.” Luis mumbled.
They zoomed into the screen holding the hallway in question, and scanned the tape back to show the last hour and a half. About 45 minutes back, Troy saw what he came for.
“STOP THE TAPE!!!”
The image was empty, but the door was slightly a jar on the screen.
“Go back about ten minutes que-ball…”
He rolled his eyes as he scanned back ten minutes. Eight minutes in, a young female appeared on screen. She was running out of the room at an incredible speed. Using a schematic of that particular level of the building, Troy and the guards went over every possible scenario of escape she could have utilized.
“What do think slap heads?” He asked.
Luis looked up at Troy with evil intensions written all over his face.
“You do know we carry firearms, and permission to use them don’t you?”
Troy smiled, and assured the boys he was merely joking. Then, the best news he had heard all day came through his headset.
“Sir, we have her!” A guard shouted with pride.
“Great! Prep her for the camera, and let’s get this show back on the road.” Troy demanded.
Troy clicked his mic off, and immediately headed out the door. The guards just shook their heads at each other as they both thought of how much of an idiot that troy was. Suddenly, the door swung open again.
“Thanks for your help Shine tops! “
This time, Luis went for his gun.
“Just kidding!” Troy shouted as the door slammed shut and off he ran into the hallway laughing his ass off.
The strange Director was given his signal, and the show was ready to get back on track. He motioned to his female assistant to get the actors on the set once again. After a few minutes of running around and touch up work, they were ready to proceed.
The familiar spooky sounds of The Naughty Market’s theme song came on as the camera began rolling once again. The animation of Jack D. Price and Mistress Fortune selling dungeon equipment to dungeons door to door ended and the show was back on. Like other popular Home shopping shows, The Naughty Market used on-screen graphics to display text, pricing, and a toll free phone number to call if they saw something that tickled their fancy on the program that day.
“We’re back, and I’m more horny then ever Mistress Fortune.”
“That’s good to hear because we have a very sexy guest who volunteered to help us with today’s tickle toys! Isn’t that incredible? “
The crew members now brought the escapee onto the set, and something told the audience she wasn’t happy about being there.
“MMMMmmmmmppohhh!!! Ooppp yooonn!! Ooppmmm!! “
Jasmine was practically naked as she was carried by two men with an arm underneath each of her shoulders to the stage. She had been stripped of all the clothing she was wearing today, and forced into one of the smallest “ work-out” uniforms they made. The top was extremely thin and tight, and barely covered her breasts. The bindings of a complicated looking head harness with ball-gag included had been strapped to her skull. She still looked beautiful though, but very angry. Her lovely Reddish brown hair had been reworked from long and wavy into three pigtails! A pigtail on each side of her head, and one sprouting from the top of it.
Although this was made to cause humiliation, she still managed to look sexy! The little work-out shorts didn’t even cover half of her butt, and looked uncomfortably tight. The words “ Not Ticklish “ in hot pink could be seen on each cheek. Then came the restraints attached all over her body. The fitting of the merciless arm binder made sure that Jasmine’s arms stayed behind her back and remained useless. At her elbows, the arm binder was then strapped again and attached to a thin belt a few inches below Jasmine’s big breasts. This kept her arms flat against her back while encased in the leathery contraption. Hobble chains were used in two places on her strong and sexy legs.
One was attached to each of her knees with a chain about 12 inches, and the other was around each of her pretty ankles with the same length. It gave her just enough freedom in her legs to carefully take one single step at a time on her own without falling on her face. She continued to curse the actors and the crew members holding her in place. The restraints and her skimpy little outfit was really the only thing she had to protect her from total nudity, but soon even that coverage would be removed…
“Audience at home, this lovely and very submissive model is here to help you understand just how powerful some of these little tickling demons can be.”– Mistress Fortune said as she wrapped her arms around her stomach from behind.
“Come on Fortune, I’m still not convinced that silly old tickling could really strike fear into the heart of slaves. What if the slave, husband, or wife just wasn’t ticklish? Then what?” Jack asked.
“I’m glad you brought that to our attention Jack, for it brings me to our first showcase item!”
A little jar of pink pills were now on the screen with the flashing price of 14.99 and the title:
“Sensitivity pills “
“Pills? What’s this about Mistress? “ – Jack asked in his phony on screen tone
“This is about turning someone who’s not ticklish in the least into a hysterical lunatic at the touch of your fingertips! “
“Wow! That’s incredible Mistress! Is it safe? “
“100 percent tested and approved by many doctors, and it says so on the label.” Mistress Fortune added.
“Hey, as long as that little label is on the box, it’s a trust worthy product.”-he said.
Mistress spun Jasmine around so her rear was facing the Director’s face camera.
“As you can see, today’s subject…”-She smiles as she bends Jasmine forward so her butt is in full view of the home audience.
“is NOT ticklish! “ –She says, running her fingertip over the cheeks of her ass.
“It’s time to change that! Who’s got a cup of water? “-Jack said, glancing around.
Mistress Fortune laughed at her partner, and quickly corrected him.
“No Jack, these pills don’t go down your throat, it’s actually taken anally!”– She said with glee as she slowly pulled the little shorts off of Jasmine’s beautiful butt. She screamed in discontent and forcefully struggled in Mistress Fortune’s arms. Jack quickly aided his co host and addressed the home audience.
“How fun is this! Just giving the pill to your slave, husband, or wife is almost as enjoyable as its resulting effect!” – Jack said as she helped spread the cheeks of Jasmine’s butt apart from each other.
“Now you are getting it! How about you at home? Even if your willing or unwilling partner is already ticklish, imagine what this little baby will do! Call now, and I’ll throw in these adorable little shorts, and the first caller will be rewarded with the one our lovely assistant was wearing today! “
As Mistress Fortune lubed Jasmine’s anus, she screamed and struggled even harder. Unfortunately for her, she was already way too ticklish as it was! Seconds later, the pill was in and own its merry little way.
“Alright, now before we move on to the next item in today’s showcase, I want the freaks at home to really understand what this pill will do for you. If you’re a professional dominatrix or master with clients wanting the ultimate tickling experience, then this is for you!” – Jack D. Price explained.
“Or, if your wife has been a naughty girl lately, and you feel punishment is in order, then this is for you.”- Mistress Fortune said as she lifted Jasmine’s head up by her pigtails.
“Call now, and ask for item # 647421! “
Moving right along to the next item, Mistress Fortune and Jack forced Jasmine against her will to follow them into a small circular containment area with glass walls and padded floors.
“Okay, so our slave is ready for tickling, what’s the next move? “
“Well, you can’t really delivery a good tickling session without a little rope work!”- She said with a grin.
“Ah, yes Mistress Fortune, I think you’re on to something here. Without ropes, the ticklish tend to get a little out of hand at times.” Jack said as the screen’s timer counted down the last few seconds for pill orders.
Jasmine was forced to wait as Mistress Fortune opened the hatch to the Containment area. Once open, she got behind Jasmine shoved her inside with two palms against her ass. Jasmine shouted and grunted as she fell onto the padded flooring of the little room. The floor was so soft and bouncy that the air hadn’t been knocked out of her. The only downside was that she couldn’t get up for the life of her now. Suddenly, two more doors opened in the containment area. The director peered in through on the glass walls in order to catch every inch of the action.
Two figures wearing all black jumpsuits entered the room with Jasmine. She raised her head, and the audience watched a close up of her facial expression becoming more and more panicked! Her eyes widened with fear as she tried wriggling away from the freaky figures coming towards. One was empty handed while the other carried a strange looking contraption.
“Feast your eyes on that little guy. “ – Mistress Fortune said, as she walked up to the glass with Jack.
“I know, that one extra looks like a weakling gurly men! “ ::chucking:::
The Director stepped back, and dropped to his knees in order to get the whole shot.
“No silly, not them. I’m talking about what he’s bringing into the party!” Mistress Fortune said, correcting her partner.
The Director’s face camera zooms into the shiny silver sphere laid in the center of the containment room. The creep holding it slowly backs away as eight long and spiny mechanical legs slowly emerge from the sides of the sphere…
Jasmine screamed in horror as she watched the sphere go from sitting idle and calmly to walking like a spider towards her body.
“Gosh Mistress, that looks complicated and… dangerous.”- Jack said, gulping.
The text and price tag fades out and changes to the next item up for sale. Designed by some of the top perverted scientists in the country, this little devil had one purpose in life… to tie your captive in any position or style you could imagine. Using a cordless keyboard, this freaky robotic creature would respond to ANY bondage configuration you could dream up. This tasty treat didn’t come without a hefty price tag though!
“This little piece of perverted genius is known as “ Spider Binder. “
“and he can be your very own for the LOW, low cost of three easy payments of three hundred and ninety nine dollars! “ – Jack said, flashing his huge, toothy grin.
“Sounds like a lot of money Jack! I don’t know.. I have groceries, bills to pay, shopping to do.” Mistress Fortune laid her golden ring clad hand against her forehead.
“When you see what Spider Binder can do, you’ll wonder why in the heck it’s so cheap!” Mistress Fortune explained.
The creeps in the containment area surrounded the bound and helpless model. She shouted at them in anger, warning them not to get any closer in her muffled tongue talk.
One of them sat on her thighs while the other grabbed her arm binder, and carefully detached it from the belt around her waist. After a little tugging and unbuckling, Jasmine was free from the binds that bound her!
“MMMppoohhhh!!! “ – She shouted at her attackers. They stayed in a ready-for- action stance as they slowly backed away from Jasmine. She made it seem as if she was about to attack them, but instead made a dash for the door! The director zoomed into the door’s handle as it gave Jasmine quite a shocking surprise! She took the brunt of the blast and flew backwards. She landed with a thump a few feet away from the Spider Binder. She stared at it blankly as it sat quietly and appeared to stare right back at her. It’s little sphere like body had a glimmering and shiny appearance under the room’s ceiling lights reflected off its smooth surfaces.
“The Spider Binder is at your command with this easy to use keyboard controller! “ Jack said as he handed to his stunning blonde co host.
“Uh.. but Jack, this just looks like a typical keyboard! Plus, where are the miles of cord that connect it to that thing?? “ – She asked.
“One word Jack, wireless. That’s right folks, wireless controls! No more cords running all over the house to trip over! The wireless technology in this keyboard is second to none. Here, let me show you how it works.”- Jack said as the camera followed them towards one of the containment room’s clear walls.
Inside, the staring contest between the little mechanical work of genius and the angered stripper continued. Using her knowledge in martial arts, Jasmine took an attack stance as she knew she’d have to fight off her attackers.
“Mistress Fortune, you’re a professional dominatrix right? “- Jack asked
“As a matter of fact I am Jack, why? Need a good spanking? “ – She replied, grinning.
“I imagine on a daily basis you are hired to tie up one client after another, am I right? “- he asked
“You are correct Mr. Price. I enjoy it because I understand it. If you don’t understand bondage, tying your partner can be a sexless and tiring experience!” – she added.
“That’s where the Spider Binder comes into play! For the LOW, low cost of this beautiful monster, your every bondage command will be carried out without you so much as breaking a sweat! “
Jack shouted with excitement as the home audience saw the flashing icons saying key phrases like one of a kind design, low cost for such high technology, and of course, it’s as easy as one-two-three.
“Off the top of your pretty head, give me a bondage position you’d like to see done to our beautiful assistant. “ – he asked as he took a seat by the wall with the keyboard against his lap.
“Hmmm.. how about one of my favorites. The hogtie! “- Mistress Fortune was met with the sounds of canned clapping from a fake audience as Jack quickly typed the word HOGTIE
into the keyboard.
A few seconds passed and the Spider Binder remained perfectly still. Jasmine started to feel a little lightheaded from the side effects of that pill she was given, and was having a hard time standing up without feeling a little on the dizzy side. Without even the slightest warning signs, The Spider Binder rose to action as the hydraulics in its legs hopped and flexed towards Jasmine with one thing on its programmed mind. Jasmine was ready for it, as she lowered herself for the perfect sweep kick into the spider’s faceplate. Unfortunately, it simply grabbed the ankle of the attacking foot and twisted it in at a 180 degree angle. This slammed Jasmine face down against the bouncy floor. Wasting no time at all, the spider took that ankle and grabbed the other while finding a comfy spot on her back to sit. Four of its arms grabbed her wriggling arms and hands, and slowly forced them to join her bucking legs and feet.
When her wrists and ankles were touching directly above the Spider Binder’s head piece, the tying procedure began. Like a spider designing its webbed home, dozens of thin white rope were shot out and wrapped around each individual wrist and ankle in a totally inescapable fashion. A nice thick piece was the last to shoot out for it connected the wrists to the ankles. Using two of its legs, the spider lifted Jasmine’s bound limbs and slowly crawled away from her wriggling body, leaving her in a helpless hogtied position on her stomach! The calls from home starting pouring in like crazy!
“That was truly amazing Jack!”
“Best of all, that’s just the beginning! Your only limitation is your imagination! “
“What about suspension? “-she asked.
“Spider Binder can do it!”
“Spread eagle?” –she questioned.
“Spider Binder can do it! “
“Japanese Bondage? “- she wondered.
“Ah.. yes.. the spider-binder can do it! “ – in Jack’s best Japanese voice
The director focused in our Jasmine’s twisted face as she shouted in anger at the camera. Lucky for the crew, the glass walls of that containment cell were sound proof! She struggled with the hogtie while eyeing the weird machine in fear. The director gave the two actors a sign that a commercial break was coming.
“Alright freaks at home, five more minutes on this work of art and we’re moving on!”
“We’ll return after these short messages, and as your mistress, I command you to stay put! “
The set shut down, and the commercials were running. Everyone relaxed and took five as the lights dimmed down and the actors left the stage. Everyone was chilling out and talking to each other except of course the hired model for the day. She had been left in this cell, hogtied with the Spider Binder just staring at her.
“I think we’re ready to start phase two people.. “ – Troy explained to the small group gathered around him.
“Seems like the pills are jumping off the shelves, and we’ve sold quite a few Binders. Nice work everyone.” – He said with a warm smile.
“Of course, this is merely the tip of this jiggly wiggly dildo for the real products are coming up next, and I want each of these little units sold out by the end of this show! You got me??” – he asked in the meanest tone possible
“No excuses! Just sell the crap out of these tickling machines! I want to see that model scream and cry like a baby! I want her begging she never signed up for this! I want her soles bright red by the time this segment is over! Now, get the fuck out there, and SELL!!!! “
-The Tickling Segment –
Jasmine has found herself in yet another bind unfortunately. She had been seated in a seated “ touch toes “ position on a long wooden bench. Her lovely ankles were locked tightly in the stock system at the very end of the bench, but that wasn’t the only pillory involved here. Another stock had been placed about half a foot up from the foot one. Its job was to hold her knees and her neck!! Her arms were tied at the elbow and wrist behind her like usual, but in this position her hands and arms would have done her no good anyway.
A thick and huge pink ball-gag had been shoved into her mouth and her eyes had been covered by a leather blindfold. Despite her impossibly helpless position, she was determined to fight her way out. Jasmine had been stripped completely naked for the previous segment, and that stayed true here. The only difference was that two oil girls had come out from make up and lathered her entire body in shiny , glittering massage oil. That little bitch of a pill was really doing a hell of a job with her insides and she didn’t feel good at all. Jasmine had little time to worry about those rotten feelings because the real show was about to begin, and soon, she’d had plenty to think about!
“And we’re back to The Naughty Market. Thanks for joining us once again. “ – Jack said to his home audience.
“Are you tickling freaks still with me? Good! I’ve got such wonderful toys to show you..”
From the right corner of the stage, two beautiful brunettes came out rolling two carts of tickling treats! Dressed from head to toe as nurses, only the outfits were done in hot pink, the two made their way towards Mistress Fortune. The director slowly walked behind their wiggling butts as they ventured onto the stage.
“Ahh.. the TICKLE twosome has arrived! Hello ladies! “
“Good Morning Mistress Fortune..”
“Good morning! What did you little tarts bring for me today? “- She asked, lovingly rubbing one of the nurses butt cheeks.
Poor jasmine tried pitifully to lift her head towards the commotion, but that damned stock stopped all the fun of trying. Straps along her legs did an excellent job of keeping her right where they wanted her too.
“Well Mistress, we have something special for our audience today! “
“Oh really?:: turning to her partner:: Jack? Did you know anything about this? “ – she asked.
“Maybe.. “ ::fake chuckling::
“You little sneaks! Alright, cough it up! What did you bring! “
One of the two nurses pulled out some sort of strange device that looked like a little box of anchovies!! The camera quickly zoomed in on the image, and the graphic display shortly followed on screen as well. The words:
Little Suckers- item number # 65000 - four easy payments of 29.99
“Who ordered anchovies? “ – Jack asked jokingly
Canned laughter and clapping filled the empty studio…
“These aren’t your typical fish, these are little suckers. ( popping their lid ) See? Aren’t they cute? “
The home audience was shown five little toy fish with open mouths laying next to each other. Two were light blue, and the other three were pink. Each had five little red buttons going from their fake gills to just about their lower tail. Each had a purpose, and Jasmine was going to be an expert soon…
“These little suckers have been designed to torture the little pink piggies of your partner’s feet in ways you’ve never seen before. Allow us to demonstrate.”- The nurse holding the little toys explains as they all head for Jasmine.
The creepy director is the first to get to the soles of her wriggling feet. He lowered to his knees and in the process brought the camera’s eye only mere inches away from Jasmine’s beautiful feet. The stocks were doing a splendid job of keeping them in place, but her toes were wiggling and curling like crazy! Mistress Fortune, Jack D. Price, and the colorful members of the Tickle Twosome all gathered around the end of the bondage bench as if her feet were about to be worshipped like some sacred relic.
Pulling two of the suckers from the little container, the nurse now turned to the camera.
“The mouth has been adjusted to fit around each and every toe, regardless of size and length! The mouth will automatically flex smaller or bigger depending on the subject’s toes. “ – he nurse explained to Mistress Fortune.
“All this for four easy payments of 29.99??!! You’ve got to be joking! “ – Jack shouted
“Just wait till you see her reaction…”- The nurse said, as she grabbed and secured Jasmine’s left big toe.
“MMMoooopphhh!!!! Mmmmoooaaapphh!!! “- Jasmine screamed with fear in her twinkling eyes.
She fought desperately to keep her ticklish toe out of that thing’s mouth, but she couldn’t even see let alone move that much. The little sucker found a new home over her big toe as it swallowed it to the stem. Jasmine’s eyes widened with discontent and she began screaming and grunting in outrage!
“Let’s pull the ball from her mouth and see what she thinks, but first let me explain the little red buttons.”- She said, pointing to them so the camera could show the home audience.
“Vibrate, Tickle, Suck, Cool, and itch. “- she explained
“Wow! All that? That’s amazing, but who has fingers that small? “ – Mistress Fortune asked.
The nurse stood back from the Grunting gagged girl while her partner went behind her. The host and hostess stood back as well while the director filmed it all.
“Remove the ball from her mouth…” – one nurse says to the other.
As the golden buckles on the leather strips are removed, the nurse standing in front of Jasmine lifted her hands as if to clap…
As she claps her hands, the ball is removed from Jasmine’s mouth by the other.
“Please!! SOME CALL THE PO… aha haea ehaea ahea eahea aehaea aha get it off!!! “- Jasmine’s important message is cut short as the first clap introduces the vibrating effects of the little sucker.
“aha aheae aeha get it off!! Hhae aehae aehaea aha eahea ahae aehae please!! Haea e ha HAEHAE AEHA ::Snorting:: haa ehe eha eahaa aaha aaaaaaaahhhhh!! “ – Jasmine couldn’t help but scream with laughter.
The little sucker was whisked back and forth through the air, but didn’t release itself from that toe no matter what.
“Just the vibrating effect alone is devastating to the sensitive toes of your partner, slave, husband, wife, or paying client. “ – Mistress Fortune added as the presentation continued.
“Ready for more? “ – The nurse said, smiling at Jasmine and then to the camera.
“No!! ha ehae ahea eahea no more! Hae aehaa ehae I’m haer ahea eahea here against my Will!! HA Ah aehae ahae aeha I swear it!! “ – Jasmine said, laughing hysterically.
A little too late because the clapping had already begun. The second clap starting the tickling sensations and to do this, thousands of little rubber nubs sprouted in the little sucker’s mouth and began vibrating at incredible speeds. This was an eye popping experience for poor Jasmine. Now, all five of the toes from her left foot were sucked She howled and screamed as tears ran down her face. She begged and begged to no end as the surrounding actors and actresses all smiled and continued to sell their products. From a far, her foot almost looked like a hand that constantly waved its long fingers at the viewers.
“It’s not too late folks, for we still have five more minutes to order a box of little suckers for your very own! “ – Jack D. Price
“Jack Darling, I feel generous right now. “ - Mistress Fortune explained as she pulled a stool up to Jasmine’s right side.
“If they order the Little suckers right now, I’m taking two payments off the bill.” – She said as she softly cooed Jasmine.
“Have you lost your MIND???!! That’s an incredible saving!! You can’t be serious! “ – Jack said, in his academy award winning performance. ( yeah, right )
“I’m dead serious Jack.. (( turning to the camera )) So act now, and we’ll be right back..” – Mistress Fortune blows a kiss at the camera as they fade to commercial.
The silly animation for the Naughty Market returns on screen as they fade back into pervert’s living rooms around the nation. Jasmine wasn’t laughing now, but she wasn’t happy either. For the new segment, her trapping had to be configured yet again. This time, she had been locked into what appeared to be a bondage trash can?! If you can picture this with your mind’s eye, then you’ll understand the helplessness Jasmine felt at that moment. Somehow, they had her in a barrel so that the cheeks of her fully exposed behind were the only visible portion of her body. Inside, her face and breasts were pressed firmly against her thighs and knees with straps to reinforce this. Her wrists had been bound tightly together, and then connected to her ankles. This was a made position for the next selling instrument of tickling delight. The dreaded ant army was the next to depute their little powers…
“Welcome back Audience! Based on the amount of sales for the Spider Binder, the pill, and the little suckers, I’d say we’ve hit a nerve. We’ve tapped right into that vein in every tickle fetishist watching our little show tonight. All I can say is, you haven’t anything yet…” –Mistress Fortune explained as she lifted the barrel off its side. Now, Jasmine’s jiggling butt cheeks were upright at the top of the barrel and pointing towards the ceiling.
In her right hand was a little blue jar with the words “ Tiny ticklers “ printed across the bottle. On the screen now was a graphic icon of just what one of these little ants, followed by a cheesy sale line and a price. Mistress Fortune shook the bottle and smiled as she carefully opened the lid. Knowing full well that Jasmine ears had been fitted with a tiny head set that allowed her to hear every word, but the tape over her lips sealed every response.
“Let us introduce you to a tiny tickler. She’s a friendly little rubber version of your typical house ant. Same size, same shape, same little body and little legs. “ – Jack said in sequence with the little graphic icon slowly spinning on screen to show each and every side.
“When they make contact with specially lubricated skin, their bodies begin happily buzzed away at speeds that put any of your vibrators to shame. “ – Mistress Fortune added.
“Once they find a cozy spot on the fields of ticklish flesh your partner offers, they begin to pulsate. As they do, their 55 little legs pulsate as well. “ – Jack explains
Jasmine moans and grunts in the confines of the bondage barrel as tries everything in her power to get her ankles and wrists free. It seems logically to her, but in reality, it would offer her no kind of help. Poor Jasmine, why was she so easily bought? Why was she so greedy? I can’t imagine who would get her into a situation like this ( I type and smile at the same time )
“One is enough to send the ticklish into a state of overwhelming hysteria. They usually pout and cry, or whine and beg for freedom. It’s the perfect way to get those diamond earrings ladies..” –Mistress fortune explains
“Or, a great way to get your wife into promising sexual favors..” – Jack says, licking his lips.
“Like Mistress Fortune said, one is quite enough but this little bottle holds a few more then that.” - Jack says, cueing the electronic price tag to start flashing.
“ONE HUNDRED tiny ticklers per bottle. “ – Mistress fortune shouts, tapping the sides of the barrel with her dark red fingernails.
The hilarious effect of the barrel swaying from side to side with Jasmine’s sexy butt sticking out of the top is a classic sight for everyone watching. Mistress fortune stands to the left of Jasmine’s butt while Jack takes the right spot. Together, they slowly remove the top of the bottle and let it drop on Jssmine’s butt cheek. She bucks instantly and grunts and groans even louder. They work as a team while the director takes it all in. Mistress Fortune is responsible for spreading the cheeks and Jack is to deliver the tiny ticklers to their new home.
“Freaks at home, watch the magic…” - Jack said as he turned the bottle over and sprinkled Jasmine’s entire exposed crotch and butt cheeks. As they land hard against her bouncing butt and in between, instead of bouncing right off, they all sort of clinged and clamped down on the exact spot they landed.
“Ohhhh!!! OOOOO!!! Ahae Hae ahaa heehehe aehaa ehaeaahea eah heHEH NO!!! hae aehaahehaa aheaeUNCLE!! Ha haeha ahHEHA AEH UNCLE!!! Ha haea eha ahahhea eahehaeha aehheaha please!! Pleeeze STOP!! Haa h AEHHAEHA HAEHAHEHAEHAHA!”
Jasmine experienced a new form of tickling torment as the little bastards began their little work. They were all over her most private of parts and the curves of her rear end. They all seemed to come on at once! All hundred of them began buzzing and tickling the little patch of ticklish flesh they landed on! Jasmine couldn’t handle it.
She laughed, she cried, she begged, she screamed, and worst of all, she lost control of herself, and the entire nation was a witness. If only she could have hung in there for another few seconds, she would have passed out before making a mess. Even as she slept, the ant army continued to do its job. They would never stop until programmed to do so.
“Well Jack, that about sums up our show today. “ - Mistress Fortune sadly explained.
“I’m sorry to hear that. But, I’m glad you folks at home got a chance to experience tickling weapons that will change your lives forever. We laughed, well; our model did most of that. We cried, well, actually the model.. oh forget it! Tune in next week for our special SPANKING show!
I’m Jack D. Price..”
“and I’m Mistress Fortune. Until next time, keep em’ up and leave them begging! “
*Cue the closing credits and music as their images fades off the television. *
Six hours later:
Jasmine wakes up in her own bedroom. Startled, and very confused, she leans over and grabs for her alarm clock. Did she sleep in too late and miss her chance to model on Television?? Did she have some sort of weird wet dream about actually being on the set? What about the money! As she reaches her alarm clock, she knocks a red envelope to the ground. Pulling the sheets off her nude body, she bends down to retrieve it. Inside, she finds a check for nine thousand dollars. Her eyes light up like Donald Trump at the sight of that money. Also, a small invitation was enclosed as well.
“Jasmine, you’re needed for another episode of The Naughty Market. We’re selling the DVD of our new reality show in which a woman is fooled into thinking she’s been released by a sick and perverted director, but is actually on a film set which is a mock up version of her own bedroom.” - Jasmine frowns a little as she reads on.
“It stars you, and the camera is rolling. At the end of this, you’ll receive 25 thousand dollars. Good luck!”
Jasmine is in heaven! 25 thousand dollars! She begins jumping up and down on the bed with glee. Suddenly, she has the urge to make a phone call. She springs out of bed to make the call and heads to open her bedroom door. The director kindly opens it for her, and lets her off the set. Her eye’s widen as he zooms in on her face. Greed had blinded her to the facts, even when they stared her right in the face. Jasmine screams as a group of men bag her in a potato sack and prepare her for a few hours of nonstop tickling fun….
* End of Transmission
Warning!! SHAMELESS Plug about to happen!
I just wanted to mention that this was a story used for MTJ publishing. This kick ass company gave me my start in this meduim and I will always be grateful for that!
Characters in this story appear in another episode of MTJ Publishing's Ticklish Situations. The Factor and I used characters from our own personal stories and combined them. If you're interested, check out MTJPUB.com
Thanks for reading and remember.. I'm under your bed as you read this....
...and the way you presented it, I was laughing my ass off just in the way the dialogue was similar to an actual infomercial... lines like these:
