tickle8929
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Ok, this one feels slightly longer than the others... for those of you familiar with my other stories aka the Bella series, keep your eyes open for a big old Easter egg which can only mean 1 thing...
As always, characters are completely fictional, I’d appreciate your feedback
CH3:
Jas felt her watch vibrate. 7am. Time to get up....
She rolled over to check her phone... flipped through her news app before sitting upright and stretching her arms up, groaning as she woke her muscles up.
Throwing her legs out of bed she heard pots and pants clank in the kitchen, followed by cupboards opening and closing. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, slightly confused. Molly never woke up until gone 9...
Jaz had untied Molly as soon as her programme had started last night and left her on her bed to sleep... she had subsequently slept in Mollys room over night and hadn’t heard a peep until now.
Sliding on her slippers and throwing on a hoody she left the bedroom making her way across to the shower. She glanced in the kitchen to see Molly at the sink... cleaning DM dishes. Shaking her head groggy she went into the bathroom to take her shower.
Usual daily routine went on and by 7.30 she was in her running gear - today was a Wednesday though which meant she would run with her best friend Jada, a girl she considered her day 1 because they had been friends since elementary.
Jaz strode into the kitchen tying her thick locks into a pony tail as she walked. There she was greeted by Molly... in her short shorts, oversized hoody, hair in a scruffy bun and thick socks she stood with a protein shake in one hand, a coffee in another....
Jaz raised her eyebrows... “what have you done?....”
Molly passed the drinks to her room mate...”what do you mean?” She questioned
“Forgot to pay the rent?... broke my favourite cup?... used the last of my perfume?... come on... spill?” Jaz sipped her coffee and shook her shake with the spare hand.
Molly laughed as she walked down towards the bedrooms “you have such little faith girl” she shouted back
Jaz sat down to put on her trainers ... glancing up to see Molly bagging up the laundry from both of their rooms...
“Ok... what gives? There’s no god damn way your being this nice and there’s no catch...”
Molly stuffed the laundry down turning around to see Jaz had both trainers on with the laces untied... she crouched down and started to tie the laces...”no catch... I’m doing what I’m supposed to do...”
Jaz frowned at her room mate tying her laces...before the expression loosened, the realisation washed over her....
“Oh you still playing your game huh?! ... well girl it’s way to early for a drink and I have places to go and people to see!!” She drank the rest of her coffee as Molly finished her roommates laces
Standing up as Molly remained on her knees she looked down again and couldn’t help but feel an element of awkwardness and guilt... she crouched down to look at her room mate at eye level...
“Molly if you still playing - you got some issues!! It was a game.. right?! Get the podcast updated and we can talk tonight yeah?”
Molly looked at Jaz and slowly nodded her head... she looked partially down beat!
Jaz stood back up, grabbed her shake and headed for the door... just before she left she turned back... raising her index finger in the air...
“Be careful bitch... if this isn’t a game I could get used to having a slave around the house” before she winked at Molly, closing the door behind her.
She jogged to meet Jada at the same coffee shop they met every week. They’d have a catch up on all things from work, to guys, to girls... all things. Jada was the girl Jaz considered her best friend, her number 1 girl. She had been there since they were young. Jada was stunningly beautiful, her father was Mexican, her mother African American which had meant she had this caramel coloured tone to her skin, thick dark hair and a thick figure to boot! She worked out a lot just like Jaz, however they’re career paths had diverted early on... whilst Jaz was academic and loved to learn, Jada had always chased the cash, she had done a stint as an exotic dancer before finding her way into life as a part time dominatrix, part time pole dancing instructor. She also had a side hustle of being a fin-domme. Online only. This girl was anything but boring, she always had the best and most shocking stories, and she ALWAYS had Jazs back.
The two of them sat, ice coffees in hand..and started to chew the fat. A quick update on Jadas ever evolving love life and some new news on drama between friends before they came onto Jaz.... Jada was the best listener. She always knew what to say, albeit in her own eccentric and excitable manner but still, she knew. She also knew when Jaz wasn’t herself, and today... she reeked of not being herself.
“Ok, what’s up... spill...” Jada sucked through her straw
“No girl it’s good I’ve just got a lot on my mind...” Jaz forced a smile and shuffled in her seat.
“Is it a boy?!” Jada leaned forward intrigued...
“No boys...”
“Is it your boss? Fucking narc ass mother fuc....”
“Nooo it’s not steve...” Jaz chuckled
“Is ittttttt Claire? Nikita? Tasha? Camila? molly?” Jada ran down Jazs known list of friends... she noticed Jazs eyes lift when she said molly.
“Ok so it’s Molly! Good. Your making me work for this! Girl! Just spill!! She late on the rent? Playing with your ex? Dropped you from the podcast? Want me kick her ass?...” Jaz laughed out loud... her best friend always knew how to get anything out of her.
“Ok, ok... no ones kicking anyone’s ass... but if you really gotta know...it’s a bit fucked up!!!” Jaz also leaned into the table and begin to regale the tale of the last 48 hours in a hushed voice...
20 minutes later, the run down was done...
Jada leaned back in her chair....
“Well DAMN! That is fucked UP!... we need Oprah for this shit!!”
Again Jaz laughed....”I told you!! I don’t even know where to go with this... “
“You know what... I have a friend... she runs a sex shop now but she was on the dominatrix scene for a long ass time... she will know where to start!” Jada grabbed Jazs hand as she walked out of the coffee shop and waved to flag a cab
“I don’t know I mean she might prefers the idea of it rather than the reality....”
“None sense!! That girl has got freaky written alllllll over here! She knows what she’s doing!!” The cab arrived and Jada piled in...
“Come on get in!! I got you!!”
Jada always was the another devil on Jazs shoulder... Jaz sighed as she got in the cab
“Oh what the hell....”
20 minutes across town and she found herself following Jada down some a stairwell into a store you’d have never knew existed from street level...
they went through a large heavy door and slid a curtain to one side... staring into a world unlike anything Jaz had ever seen before!!
A wall lined with fetish pornos, labelled by category like a library... shelves with vibrators that looked more like heavy duty machinery, clothing pegs with everything from leather, PVC, latex and an indescribable variety of whips, gags, hoods and shackles... maybe this was sex shop 101 but to Jaz this was mind blowing.
Jada strode forward completely numb to her surroundings..
“Joanna? You back there?? Jo....!”
‘Joanna... Jaz thought to herself, Jadas not shut up about this kink guru all the way here and she’s got some plain Jane ass name like Joanna?!’
A beaded curtain behind the checkout brushed open and a woman, average in height and build walked out with her glasses perched on the end of her nose...
“Jada!! Honey!!! Wow!! So glad to see you!!!” The woman spoke in a soft polite and well spoken tone, walking around the till she hugged Jada.
Joanna (Jo) looked to be in her mid 50s to Jaz, she wore patchwork Harem pants and a tie die kaftan, strappy sandals exposing her toe ring and threaded anklet... her red hair was tied in a tight bun on top of her head.
Jo let go of her hug before turning her blue eyes to Jaz... “and you must beeee...?”
“Jaz...” Jada spoke for her “this is Jaz, she’s my girl!!”
“Jaz! What a wonderful name!” She advanced arms spread wide.. going in for a hug.
“Nice to meet you Joanna.” Jaz returned the hug “Jada has told me a lot about you”
“All good I trust?!!...” Jo spoke with a teasing tone
“Girl like id let a bad word about you leave anyone’s mouth!” Jada again filled in the blank - fully aware her friend was at best nervous, at worst uncomfortable.
“Come in! Come in! Make yourselves at home... what is it I can do for you??” Jo proceeded back through the beaded curtain and the girls followed
Jaz stepped into what looked at first like the back office, but on closer inspection this was a good set up! There was 5 blank tv monitors on the wall, 2 computers, a L shaped couch with a coffee table in the centre, a desk with a high back chair situated behind it. All around the wall were certificated and awards, not wanting to seem nosey Jaz didn’t state, she simply followed her friend in sitting on the couch.
“Ok so we got ourselves a situation Jo and I’m across town with my girl talking this through but it hits me... your know what we need to do”
Jo placed two cups of green tea down in front of her guests before joining them on the couch...
“Ah haaa... boy troubles?” She presumed - why the fuck did everyone assume Jaz had not troubles she thought to herself...
“Not quite Jo... “ Jada again spoke on behalf of the pair
“Well I’m not going to guess all day dear what is it?” Jo sipped her own tea.. drawing Jazs attention to her naturally long pointy nails that seemed perfect in shape on each finger.. but varying in length.
“Go ahead Jaz... she’s your problem!” Jada passed the book
Jaz cleared her throat... despite jo being smaller in frame, older in age and incredible sweet looking and softly spoken she did carry an air about her that was rather intimidating.
“Well.... See.... I..... I have....”
Jada nudged her friend with her elbow “spit it out girl!!”
“Jada!!!!” Jo shot her a look....”in her own time! This is a safe space! No judgement!”
Inside Jaz was smiling at seeing her friend put in her place.
“Ok so... I have this friend, Well room mate.... and we kinda got this podcast thing going... anyway, as a dare we had to do this tickle torture thing and now I feel like she’s way into it...” seeing that Jaz wasn’t telling the full story Jo just smiled and nodded
“Go on dear...”
“Well I tied her down and tickled her pretty bad.... really bad actually.. and today she seems to.... I don’t know... want to carry on the game I guess?”
Jo sipped from her cup... “And what do you want Jaz?”
“I don’t really know! I mean I guess it’s kind of fun. And when I’m doing it I feel like a lose myself a bit...you know, stress relief.. maybe?”
A brief pause as Jo placed her cup on on the table before she smiled..
“Ok so firstly, knismophillia is a fetish where people get turned on by tickling.. either tickling someone or being tickled...or watching others!!... and in my world it’s more common than you’d think... but more on that in good time....” Jo stood to walk to her desk, taking a pen and note pad...”talk me through how the session came and went. Bit by bit!! I’m SURE I can help!”
15 - 20 minutes later Jaz finished her story, top to bottom... all the gory details. Jada was sat with her jaw dropped at the full story which she had also just heard for the first time... Jo on the other hand had calmly written down a few key points and was sat with an understanding expression on her face, once again relaxing Jaz.
“Ok... well, thank you for sharing that with me lovely... I can assure you... you have nothing to feel ashamed not guilty about!” Jo leaned over placing her hand on Jazmins knee. It was like she could read her mind. She did feel both ashamed and guilty but couldn’t quite understand why!
“Jada put your tongue back in your mouth! We are all adults here. I’m going to close up so we can have this discussion without being disturbed... do pop the kettle on for me again Lovely” she gestured towards Jaz who stood up and walked to a side unit adjacent to her desk.
Jo disappeared back into the front of the shop to lock up..
“Told you girl!! She’s the don! She’ll have us sorted in no time!” Jada spoke with her usual excitement
“Us?!...” Jaz questioner, half engaged as she stared around the room
“Hell yeah it’s us!! I’m your middle man! You ain’t cutting me out of this action”
Jaz barely listened as she took in elements of the room.
A golden feather award in 2010, another in 11 and another in 12, a lifetime recognition award from another obscure organisation and various certificates for something called shibari, to name just a few of the accolades that covered the walls and shelves.
The kettle tumbled as her eyes continued to scan the room...
2 disks on her desk, titled B23 & B24...then behind her chair she noticed there was a pin pad attached to the wall, focussing closer she saw the pin pad was actually on a door... but where did that go t...
CLICK! The kettle boiled as Joanna walked back into the room
“All sorted, now where were we...”
“You were telling us what we should do” Jada once again spoke up
“Ah but it’s not so much a tell... it’s more a discuss our options...” Jo sat down once again as Jaz handed her a fresh tea
‘Us? Our? I’m all for group discussion but this is confusing’ Jaz thought to herself, positions back down on the couch.
“Let me tell you a little bit about me dear...” Jo looked directly at Jaz
“So I’ve been in or around this industry for 35 years... I started off as a dancer, found my way into fetish, realised I was more domme than sub and started my own little empire... you know how it goes” ... Jaz really didn’t know how it went but she nodded along smiling.
“Anyway... when you have been a professional dominatrix for a good amount of time you build up a short list of specialist talents... 2/3 things you can credibly say you are best in your field at...”
“I could never guess at yours Jo...” Jada commented with a sarcastic tone in her voice
“Well yes, for those who know me I had 3 very specific areas of interest.. verbal humiliation, bondage.... and.... tickle torture”
Jaz nearly spat her tea straight out of her mouth as Jada sat there with a knowing smile ear to ear...
“See those trophies up there, 3 years running golden feather award for best tickler... voted by the community... but things move on and they’ve got some great new blood flying the flag now!” Jo stared at her awards as she regaled her success stories
“No school like the old school though Jo!” Jada brought her old friend back into the room
“Agreed... so... I do hope you feel slightly more at ease now Jazmin, after all, you are in good company!”
Jazmin had only just picked her jaw up off the floor from the realisation that there were people specialised in tickle torture!
“Thank you so much Jo, I don’t really know where to start with all this but I sup.....” Jaz sentence was cut short as Jo again placed her hand on her knee
“Allow me to be very direct dear, sometimes it’s the only way through.... do you want her to be your slave?”
Jaz was shook “well.... I, er, I don’t, it’s, errrrm”
“Yes she fucking does!!” Jada jumped in
“Allow Jaz to come to that decision herself please Jada and no swearing in here thank you!” Again Jo put her in her place
There was a pause of silence as Jaz processed all she had heard.... “it’s kind of illegal right? To keep someone as a slave?”
“It depends on the depths you want to go, I have clients who call themselves my slave but come and go as we agree.... I also have an example of a family in upstate who keep a girl as a permanent tickle slave, that’s her life!”.... jo shrugged carelessly despite the dark revelation.
“Wait. Wow. Back that up Jo.... a family in upstate who keep a girl as a tickle slave??” Jada enquired, again Jazs brain was in overdrive...
“Yes! They’re a lovely bunch of women, 3 sisters and 2 house staff I think it is...it’s the step daughter of one of the ladies who is living the dream... or nightmare depending on your point of view”... jo chuckled at her own pun
“So... this family keep their stepdaughter as a permanent tickle slave! Damn... that’s hot! And you know this how may I ask??” Jada pressed on the topic - always nosey
“Jada come on, you know I can’t divulge client info, but in a round about way I helped them kit out their own dungeon in their house and they contacted me for some advice on making clips to sell...”
“So now they’re making dollar and have a slave... girl are you hearing this??” Jada nudged Jaz in the arm
“Can I see?” Jaz said, her tone more matter of fact
“The clips? I mean I’m happy to show you the most recent clip I partook in with the girl... but I must warn you, this isn’t vanilla, it’s not playful, it’s extreme tickle torture?” Joanna has stood up and walked over to her desk
“So this is like the R rated version of Tickling right?” Jada got herself comfortable as if she was at the movies
Joanna picked up the disk titled B23 and held it up...
“Jaz, if at any point you feel uncomfortable watching this... you say and I’ll stop the clip.” Jo smiled warmly which comforted Jaz who simply nodded in agreement before turning her attention to the widescreen TV on the wall as it strung to life
#clip 23 / 14.5.18# - title slide
“Wait - this was 2 weeks a go?” Jada spoke up
“Yes I’ve not really got around to editing it fully yet, your my first audience for this clip!” Jo spoke as she repositioned herself behind her desk, placing her glasses on her nose and starting what looked like office admin or paperwork
The clip opened with what looked like a medical room, the walls were white, the floor was white the camera panned around to see a woman, Jaz would have said early - mid 20s, shaved head, not fat but no athlete, wearing only her underwear and a pair of white socks being lay down on what looked like a large padded table. She was being assisted by 2 women (Jaz presumes) who were dressed in medical scrubs, latex gloves, surgical masks and medical hair berets.
Her hands were slid into cream coloured mittens that buckled at the wrists, and her ankles were fed into a pair of stocks that were situated at the foot of the table. One ‘nurse’ took the wrists which were attached to 2 chains at the very top of the table as the other of the women physically padlocked the stocks shut. Walking out of scene with the key.
The nurse taking care of the wrists pushed a button on a remote and the chains pulled, stretching the girl out...the nurse pressed the button to stop the stretching at the point where it seemed she wouldn’t stretch anymore without injury. Either way this girl was taut - no slack!
The second nurse than reappeared in the scene and crouched down at the stocks.
The camera panned around so the stocks were in full view. The nurse rolled each sock off one at a time. Placing the socks on top of the stocks. She then held the right foot firm with one hand and pushed each toe through a clear plastic loop, as she touched each toe the foot flinched slightly, but with cold precision and professionalism each toe was put through a loop, she then popped her head up to her colleague with a thumbs up she said ‘left’... her colleague pressed another button which pulled the loops right around each toe, both pinning them back and spreading them apart slightly but also appearing to render the foot completely motionless.
She repeated the process on the right foot before standing up and balling the socks up..handing them to her colleague before repositioning herself at the legs.
The colleague took the socks before again walking out of the shot, as the nurse situated at the legs pulled straps out of the table, looping them over specific areas before reattaching them loosely on the other side. Ankles, shins, lower knee, mid thigh... she then moved to the upper body as her colleague returned into the scene rolling a silver medical trolley... straps were positioned over the waist (just under the rib cage, covering the belly button, upper arms (biceps) above the elbow, below the elbow and wrists - just under the mittens. She then nodded once more to her colleague who again pressed a button on the remote pulling all the straps flush to the body simultaneously. Again tight enough that they indented the flesh slightly but the girl showed no pain in her face she just lay there. Silent.
Both women now positioned themselves at the shoulders before one of them pushed the balled up socks into the girls mouth.before cramming a ball gag in over the top. One lifted the head whilst the other buckled the gag tight on the back of them head.
Satisfied she reached back to the Silver trolley and took a blindfold that looked more like sunglasses as each individual eye had a pad.
The nurse supporting the head appeared to whisper something in the girls ear which made her eyes shoot open wide in what could only be described as fear...
“What did she just say to her?” Jaz enquired as the video rolled on with the nurses attaching the blindfold
“Now that’d be a spoiler alert Jaz!” Jo glanced up from her paperwork
Back on the screen the nurses had now started to pull a white rubber hood over the girls head. It looked custom made as it fit like a glove. Only small holes for the ears and nose where indicators that a human head was locked inside!
The girls then laid her head back before attaching a strap under the chin and across the forehead, one final time hitting the remote to pull them tight. The head was secure.
The nurses walked towards the camera and out of the scene.
“Hey Jo, who is the help?” Jada questioned
“Haha it’s Sophie and Jade” jo didn’t even look up from her work as she smiled
“Woooow it’s been a long time since I spoke to them. They look good? Still in the scene then?”
“Only for these clips to be honest, I needed two I could really trust and given they’re both smart women with their own families and responsibilities now they were obvious choices!”
“Families?! Nahhhhh then girls were wild!”
“Were.... they’re both 33 now, Jade has 2 little ones to a guy who travels a lot so it’s pretty full on... and Sophie adopted, she’s living back with her mum after her marriage broke down... so yeah, they’ve all grown up!” Jos sentenced tailed off as she nodded to the screen...
suddenly you heard the click clack of high heels and someone stride past the camera into the shot and towards the tied girl. She wore black stilettos, leading into a well fitted grey trouser suit. Her hair once again in a tight bun on top of her head
“Is that....” Jaz spoke
“Yes....” Jo cut her off “don’t ask on the outfit choice, it was a custom request... “ she shrugged.
Back on the clip she circled the table, staring down at the bound girl who had clearly acknowledged the sound of the heels on the ground and her breathing had intensified, identifiable by her chest movement.
“Well well Well....” Jo spoke to the girl
“Back again!! Only this time it’s not quite a flying visit now is it?” Jo tapped one fingernail which was painted black on the forehead strap.
“I feel like one of my nurses may have ruined the surprise, but your mother has decided to leave you in our capable hands... for a full 48 hours!... isn’t that exciting?”
The girls breathing intensified further and she made low mumbling sign under her hood.
“Nurse may I have the report please....” again one of the nurses walked into view handing Joanna a folder.
She licked her fingertip before flicking through the pages.
“Hmmmm I see... it would seem you are in dire need of some correctional treatment. Well I think we have a good chance of some attitude adjustment during our time together...” she handed the file back to the nurse and bent over her face hovering inches from the girls motionless head
“You know how it works you little pervert... I’m going to tickle you to within an inch of your pathetic life, you’ll beg us to to end it for you... but we won’t. No. We’ll bring you back to your sorry state of affairs over and over again. I intend on making this the worst 48 hours of your life” ...
She walked to the head of the table. Placing her hands on the girls elbows.
“Oh I do hope your comfortable - because you won’t be going anywhere for the foreseeable.. can’t see...” she began to walk her fingers down the girls arms.. “can’t speak” ... the fingers walked closer towards the smooth shaven armpits “can’t move” ... her fingers took two more steps, now on the edge of her hollows... “but you can....” she lifted her hands, hovering them over the pits “feel .. EVERYTHING”
Her nails dropped into the exposed armpits tickling with intent... not aggressive pace like Jaz had often done to Molly but a more steady and sustainable pace, quality over quantity.
Watching the screen the thing Jaz was most in awe of was the lack of movement. The girl was statue still, aside from her chest moving up and down as she laughed under her hood she was completely motionless.
The nails danced around the outskirts of each armpit in a circle before making there way towards the centre.. like a whirlpool. When they landed in the middle the reactions increased and the mumbles became muffled screams of laughter, Joanna would then reverse the nails out the way they came in, spiralling outwards back to the outer armpit. She repeated this process for a full 11 minutes based on the timer in the left hand corner of the screen. Her face throughout was a picture of professionalism, no smile, no emotion, no mercy. As she continued her tickling she gave a nod to someone behind the camera, again the nurse walked into shot handing over two fine tipped paint brushes.
Jo rested her elbows on the table and brought the tips of the brushes into contact with the lower armpits she softly spoke to her victim as she began to slowly drag the bristles in small precise zigzags side to side across the pits. Working the way from bottom to top.
“Isn’t it just magnificen! You can’t move a muscle!” She said
“Mmmhfhfhfhffff” the victim responded
“I’m glad you agree!” The brushes continued to zigzag, never breaking contact with the sensitive skin. The higher up the pits they worked the louder the mumbling got.
Joanna ensured she would stay a little longer on the upper centre of the pits each time she zigzagged up and down. By the time the timer said 21 minutes the girl was babbling away non stop under her gag.
Again the nurse approached with two elective tooth brushes, swapping them with Jo for the paint brushes.
“Now, if you guess what these are... I won’t tickle you with them” Jo flipped them on and allowed them to buzz away next to each ear.
“Huhlkkkrrh hhmmrruh” Although the muffling wasn’t clear, it was obvious what she was trying to say...
“I’m sorry. Go again I can’t understand you... speak with more, big girl words...” Jo patronised her victim with a condescending tone.
“HHUHHLKKTHHH HHUUHHHUFFF” the girl shouted under the gag
“A carrot stick?! No. Sorry. Not even close... stupid.”
Jada burst out laughing back in the office and even Jaz cracked a titter... “you bitch Jo!! Hahaha” Jada shook her finger at her friend...
“I do try sweetheart..” Jo responded with a wink
Back on the screen the toothbrushes were accurately placed in the zone that was about 1 inch squared that Jo had worked out was the worth area. She motioned the whirling tools of torment in small circles, never leaving that area in each armpit.
“MMMMMMHHHUUUFFFMHMHMHMGMHM” it was clear despite her motionless state she was suffering from the accuracy of this sustained attack.
Jaz and Jada couldn’t take their eyes off the screen. Occasionally Jo would glance over to see the girls smirking. Jaz was in complete awe of the scene in front of her. She loved the vulnerability versus cold ruthlessness. Jada just loved the concept of watching her old pals doing what they do best!
The next time Jaz looked at the timer on the screen it was 32 minutes, and it was then that Jo switched the tooth brushes off... again a nurse walked onto the screen. Collecting the brushes she turned to walk, she paused, turning back and slipping the tooth brush base under the bicep scrap, positioning the head dead on the weak spot.... Jo looked at her nurse and couldn’t hide the smirk as mischievous aid flipped the switch.
“Oooo hohoho!!! Hands free!!!” Joanna moved to the side of her victim...
“Isn’t my assistant clever?! I COULD leave that little thing buzzing away in your sensitive little armpit and iiiiI could... Oh I don’t know... go for a walk? Do my taxes? TICKLE YOUR RIBS!” With that she drove her balled up knuckles into each side of the rib cage rubbing up and down like a wash board!
“MMMMMPPPHHHHHMMMMMMPPPHHHHH!!!” The suffering was real, no movement, but there didn’t need to be. This was a technique Jaz could relate too... high intensity! Suddenly after 10-20 seconds she stopped, placing her palms flat on her victims stomach...
“But I won’t...” the tooth brush still buzzed away causing consistent laughter.
“After all, I don’t want you pissing yourself in the first hour you dirty little pervert!” She removed the brush and handed it back to the nurse
“Nice work nurse! You might have just won yourself some alone time with our patient later...”
the nurse nodded in acceptance and again walked out of shot
“jo who was that nurse? Sophie or jade?” Jada quizzed, again loving watching friends play!
“It was Sophie... she’s naughty isn’t she! She’s a meany to this poor girl. Always has been, not entirely sure why but she just does seem to like her!! Hahaha” jo chuckled to herself
“Listen girls...” jo stood up from her desk picking up the remote... I’ll fast forward you through the next part we just stay with the pits for another half an hour, rinse and repeat... you know the drill...
Again Jaz didn’t know the drill but this time she asked...”how do you keep her that sensitive? An hour in 1 place?”
“Great question! The truth... this girls been on a treatment for close to a year, she has ‘nannies’ at home who keep her skin pristine, she’s moisturised nightly with a mixture of deep moisturising cream and sensitivity enhancement cream, head to toe... BUT it’s not all smoke and mirrors, you can keep them sensitive if you can get in their head... it’s psychological as much as it’s physical. I’m firmly in this girls head... she sees me as the big nasty. Rolled out for the extreme stuff....”
“Amazing...” Jaz spoke with such admiration before turning back to the tele... Jada looked at Jo giving her a knowing smile.
“Ok so we rejoin the clip about 40 minutes into ribs and hips. My trick her is to spend the first 15 minutes lightly dragging my nails over the ribs... get the goosebumps out. But I have to say, the ribs and hips and heavy duty body parts, they require heavy duty tickling...”
with that Jo pressed play and the clip sprung to life
The girl was screaming under her hood as jo had one hand clawing away at her ribs, firmly rubbing the fingertips over the ribcage, her free hand was pinching the hip bone with strength and speed. The girl looked a mess, her ribs appeared red, her bra had slipped up half exposing one nipple and it looked like jo had tugged her panties down so they were now bunched up and barely covering anything. There was a glimmer of sweat in her armpits and around her collar bones.
Once again she balled both fists and vibrated her knuckles into the front of the ribcage, working her way to the sides and then back again. Unidentifiable whales of begging filled the room
“More? You want more??! Jeez your a attention seeking little whore aren’t you...” she seemed to shift into another gear.. her knuckles were moving so quickly
“Say it!”
“Say I’m an attention seeking little whore!”
“MMMMMMHUGHUGHHHGGGGUHPHPHOHLHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPNNNNMMM”
“I cannnnnnttt heeeeeearrr you!!!!!” The horrific tickling continued as Jo once again used her condescending tone.
“Oh shit! I’m sorry! My mean old nurses stuffed your little socks in your mouth didn’t they!!! Silly me!!! Ok clap... clap and I’ll stop!”
Her hands rolled on up and down each side of her ribs with impressive pace...”
“NNNNNMMMPPPPPHHHH!!!PPPPPPHHHHHMMMMMPHPHPUPPHPHPHPHP”
“Oh!!! Of course... your hands are in your bondage mits!!! I’m a ditsy old dear at times aren’t I!!!! Fine I’ll make it easy.... wiggle your toes for me, if you want me to stop just wiggle your toes”
The attack didn’t slow down, it only changed focus as she now rolled the knuckles over the vulnerable hip bones!
“Nurse... I can’t see, can you please tell me if she’s wiggling her toes? I need to know if she wants me to stop!”
The nurse strode into the scene... she crouched down to have a good look at the toes.... popping her head back up she spoke “her toes aren’t moving at all doctor...”
“Thank you nurse.... wow you must love this? Or are you dead??!” One hand stayed on the hips one moved up and give her exposed nipple a hard pinch
“MMMMMMMMMNNNNNNN!!!”
“Nope your still alive... not dead... not yet” the wandering hand returned to its duty of hard tickling over the ribs... this back and fourth continued for another 12 minutes... before Jo glanced up and nodded to the camera
“And that’s lunch!!!! Phew I don’t know about you but I could do with a break!!” She danced her fingernails on her victims forehead again before walking towards the camera, uttering instructions to her nurses....
“Give her a drink, wake her up a bit, strip her naked and oil her up ladies....”
“Ok girls the next 20 mins is pretty much prep for the next session... no real action I can fast forwa....”
“No, I’d like to watch... if that’s ok?” Jaz cut Joanna off...
“Of course it is dear! Make yourself comfortable... Jada, do you have a moment?” The two left the back office with Jaz hypnotised by the actions on the screen...
the two nurses said nothing and made there way to their patient. One nurse held a black bottle and a pair of scissors... she made her way positioning herself at the mid-rift, the other stood at the head with a sports bottle and began to roll the rubber hood back up just above her nose... still covering her eyes, almost like a superhero’s mask.
The black bottle was placed on the table as she shipped away at the garments, bra first. It was rugged away and placed on the silver table. Meanwhile the ball gag had been unbuckled and the second nurse was fingering the socks out of the girls mouth with her gloved hand.
As soon as the sock was pulled out followed by a stream of drool the victims panting was clear, she heaved for breath....
the nurse held the balled up soggy socks over a bowl on the silver tray and poured water out of the sports bottle on them.
The victim slowly gathered her breath before she uttered 3 desperate words
“Please.... no.... more...” completely ignoring her comment the nurses continued there duty.
Her panties had now been cut off and were also being dowsed with water over the bowl...
“Please! No.... mommpphhhhh” the wet socks were shoved deep into her mouth, followed quickly by her panties. Silently the nurse rebuked the ball gag and rolled the mask back over her face. Once more confining the girl to being completely mute.
Mean while outside the office Jada and Jo spoke in hushed voices
“I understand that Jada but does she have IT?” ...
“If your asking me if I think she has the ability to go through with this then I’d have to say I’m unsure... she’s a real good girl Jo”
“Ok well we will soon find out, I’ll have to ask you both to sign a non disclosure form before you leave... it’s not personal sweetie it’s just... the family wouldn’t want any of this going anywhere you understand?”
“Got it! No problem”
The two of them walked back through the curtain to see Jaz staring fixated at the screen.
The nurses were either side or their victim, using their gloved hands to rub copious amounts of the oil from this black bottle over the girl. They’d coated her armpits, her breasts, her ribs and nether regions, working there way now over the calves, the oil made the girls body practically shimmer in the overhead lighting.
“Is that babyoil?” Jaz enquired
“Not quite, its actually a massage lubricant created using Far Eastern medical ingredients, we got the recipe from the girls nanny - it stays slippery for longer as well as draws the nerve endings to the surface, again increasing sensitivity”
As they finished up the legs one nurse moved to the bottom of the stocks, taking a liberal amount of oil in her palms she began to sub the soles of the feet. The other nurse retreated back behind the camera but you could visually see even the rubbing motion was affecting the girl.
She coated the soles toes to heel.. working the oil onto each individual toe. A thorough job. As the second nurse briefly reappeared and issues a shot of adrenaline into her thigh.
Jo fast forwarded the scene which was effectively just the girl lying alone for 15 minutes before she re-entered the frame... she spoke to the girls before she resumed play
“Ok - so pre-warning, the next couple of hours get very intense for our guest here... you sure you want to watch this....”
“Yes” Jaz responded instantly
“I’m with my girl... if she’s in I’m in...” Jada backed her friend up
The clip went back into action as Jo strode across the room.
“My my... you’re really in for it now you little slut. I see my nurses freshened you up good and proper....” again she paced around the table.
“Whatever am I going to do to you now?? Should I tickle your PITS....” her fingers raced in the hollows.... “Nope I’ve done that... how about these RIBS...” again she briefly dug her knuckles in “hmmm nope I’ve done that too...” she traced her nails over her victims hooded face “maybe... just maybe... we should take a look at your little FEET!”
“NMMPH!” The protest was even more subdued now that there was extra packing in her mouth, it was effectively noise from her nose.
“Yes? Yes my feet?” Jo slowly walked towards the foot of the table
“NNMPHH!”
“Tickle my feet? Is that what your saying? That’s what I’m hearing....”
She arrived at her destination...
“They really are simply flawless, I must congratulate your minders when I see them next...” she scanned every on of the soles... before she placed the naturally sharp fingernail of her index finger at the base of the toes, slowly dragging in down the centre of the sole stopping just before the heel..
Her victims chest was heaving already... almost like a panic attack.
“Oh don’t even try it. That adrenaline won’t allow you to pass out. Your going to be wide awake feeling every moment of the next 3 hours!!”
“NMMMMPPPHHH!!!!” She screamed through her nose as jo began dancing the 4 fingernails on the fleshy ball of her left foot.
The nails slid from side to side, in unison across the base of the toes, the camera angle showed that the sole couldn’t flex at all. It was completely immobile. The fingernails cut through the lubricating oil like hot knives through butter. The pace of the movement wasn’t fast but was slow, it almost looked effortless for Joanne who’s face was stone cold serious.
After 5 minutes of this she changed up the motion and began spidering her fingers downwards. Slowly but surely making her way to the arch of the foot. The spidering picked up pace in the arch, skittering her fingernails across the plump pink taut sole causing... silence.
“Why isn’t she laughing?” Jada spoke up...
“She is... she’s in silent laughter... watch” Jo pointed to the screen as her fingers stopped for a split second.
“HHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUU” the girl took a massive breathe in through her nose just before Jo went back to sliding the nails across the base of the toes. This time in smaller motions, she would slide side to side just under the pinky, for a couple of minutes, then move to the right ever so slightly, focussing on the area under the next toe. The camera caught her face. Her eyes were looking towards the ceiling, she was concentrating, listing, feeling for the spots that worked better than others. She continued to progress until she got to the area under the big toe.
“Ok ok I get it. It’s the spot under the pinky toes right? That’s what you like!”
She started her hand back to that spot and raced her nails side to side with slightly more vigour. Again, Jaz notes, it didn’t seem aggressive. Just accurate.
The girl let out a pained noise through her nose as Jo returned to the spot under the pinky toe it was like nothing Jada or Jaz had heard before...
“Found another sweet spot... is this a new one? I’ve lost track... nurse....” jo beckoned her assistant over and she carried the file once more. Opening it onto a page that saw two maps of both soles..
“the spot had already been mapped and registered doctor. Recorded as a 9/10 for responsiveness on 1st or January 2018”
“Very good nurse. New Year’s Day!! I remember that session. Dont you nurse?” Jo spoke freely as she maintained the tickling in that same spot.
“I most certainly do doctor, I believe that was the mummification session” I can pull up the session notes for review doctor
“Not necessary nurse!! I remember.. Good times!”
Jo maintained a steady speed on the exact spot for a full 15 minutes before casually changing course and beginning to lightly pinch each individual toe with the nails from her thumb and index finger. Starting with the pinky toe, she wouldn’t move on until the girls laughter had fallen silent again. Then she would stop, wait for the sharp inhale of air and then start on the next toe. After around 20 minutes she arrived at the big toe. She lightly scratched the pad of the big toe up and down with 1 finger... causing babbling noises to erupt from the hooded victim.
“Oh you like that one? Don’t you?”
“MHUFFUPGPHPHPHPHPHPHPH” The laugher drifted towards silent in a matter of seconds...
“Tell me you like it?”
Nothing
“Tell me you like or only go back to this...”
She moved her 4 fingers back to racing under the base of the pinky toe...
“NNNNNMMPPPHHHHHH!”
“Ok so tell me you like it...”
“Huuuhhhkkkhhttt!”
“Good girl... see what you can do when you aren’t being a lazy, selfish little whore!!”
She resumed the big toe pad scratching plunging her patient back into ticklish laughter.
Once more she scribble down to the arch. The area Jaz had got gone good reaffirms out of Molly, Jaz leant forward, concentrating hard...
On the screen Joes fingernails danced deep in the arch, her fingers were rapid and you could see from the indentation in the skin she was using some force here...
the girl was making unfathomable noises..
“What the fuck noise is that?” Jada spoke up...
“This is when you know she’s breaking down.. we are 40 minutes into a planned 3 hour foot session and she’s shaking, crying, snorting... isn’t it beautiful?” She laughed to herself
Jaz said nothing... she watched, taking it all in.
The dancing talons moves slightly to the instep, just about where the heel meets the arch on the inside of the foot. The movement was met with an instant wail of agony
“PPPHHHLLLLLLLSSSSSSSSS” she begged
“Nurse.... “ Joanna once again beckoned her assistant over
“Remind me will you... how did we map this spot?” She again spoke calmly never taking her fingers off the ticklish fleshy sole.
“Again doctor, this was mapped on New Year’s Day. Recorded as a 10/10 for responsiveness...”
“Superb! A good spot” jo responded with a smile
“Well it would seem that way Doctor, I’ve quickly looked at the session notes and it would seem our patient lost control of her bladder 15 minutes in from this spot last time...” the nurse shut the file and turned on her heels walking away
“Did you hear that? Just when it feels like you can’t sink any lower you went and pissed yourself from a little bit of foot tickling!” Joanna spoke with venom
The nurse strode back into the scene holding a small plastic ball tipped hair brush...
“15 minutes you said nurse?”
“Yes doctor” she said handing the brush over
“Well then, let’s see if we can set ourselves a new record....”
she began to saw the brush left to right in the exact spot she had previously tickled. Causing her victim to snort then fall immediately Into silent laughter. The pace quickened, the pressure increased. The brush moved back and fourth back and fourth over and over.
She used her other hand to grip the heel, not the steady the foot more to steady herself to allow for more pace and pressure.
The sharp intake of breath was once again a snort...
“That’s right, let it all out!! It’s funny right!!?”
The brushing continued
“How long?” She said to the nurse
“That’s 8 minutes doctor....”
“Oooooh we are over half way...” Joanna’s eyes went wide with excitement, you could see she was genuinely pushing to challenge herself!
The tickling continued with extreme intensity for another 4 minutes when Joanna requested a time check
“11 minutes and 24 seconds doctor...”
“I wonder.... is it cheating if I do this....” she removed her hand from the heel and placed the free hand back sliding her nails under the pinky toe whilst maintaining the viscous assault with the hair brush.
Within seconds the calves then the thighs tensed.
The nurse put what could only be described as a funnel over the victims vagina that fed into a clear bag.
Noticing the nurses movements Joanna pushed one final time, tickling harder than ever before...
“nnnnnNNNNNNPPPPHHHHHHHH!!!” The exhale through the nose signified the great release or pressure. As the girl let go, urine flowing through the funnel into the bag.
“Fuck!!!” Jo stood up and stretched her arms out... “That was a workout!!”
The second nurse walked onto the scene and handed Jo a bottle of water before assisting her colleague in wiping down their victim.
“Time check please ladies” jo screw the cap back on her water...
“12 minutes and 27 seconds doctor...
Congratulations”
“Did you hear that?? 12 minutes is all it took for me to get your sorry ass to piss yourself... again!! God you disgust me!” Spat on her victims hooded face.
“Now lucky for you. I think I’m done with that foot... but unlucky for you.. you have a pair of feet... and the right one is just begging for the same treatment no?”
“NMMPHH! PHHLSS!”
Jo repositioned herself at the right foot, cracked her knuckles before before she spoke to the nurses now behind the camera
“Refrigerate that piss, if she carries on being an attention seeking little **** I’ll have her drink it later.” Her nails sunk into sole of the right foot.
“WHAT. THE. FUCK!” Jada spoke out, causing Jo to hit pause.
“That was fucking disgusting, brutal, sick, twisted... I don’t know what else!!” Jada said playfully “your EVIL girl!!”
“Haha it’s all in the name of fun... just not sure who’s having more of it in this instance... “ she nodded to the screen.
“It was brilliant...” Jaz spoke softly... “what happens next?....”
jo hit fast forward and the frame flittered through an hours worth of tickling on the right foot, she spoke as she went...
“I worked over the right foot for an hour before we went 3 up on her for the last segment...” hitting pause.
“3 up?” Jaz said, once again making it obvious she wasn’t from this world!
“She gets Sophie and jade in on the action...” Jada filled in the blank.
“Oh my!” Jaz said with an element of shock in her tone... that even sounds brutal...
“Listen girls it’s the most brutal part of the clip. It’s an hour and 4 minutes long and I’m happy to watch it with you now... but after that I really
Just re-open the shop!... “
“Of course Jaz said politely, I’m sorry to have taken this much of your time I never realised it wou.....”
“Not a problem at all dearest. I have a sneaky feeling this is the start of something beautiful, and I’m all about helping people grow...” Jo sat down right next to Jaz on the couch... holding her hand she hit play. The scene burst into life.
Joanna was walking away from the table...
“Girls, gloves off... your up. I’m going for a quick smoke and I need to make a quick call”
With no further words both girls proceeded towards the bound girl, still in their scrubs and masks they’d removed their latex gloves presumably to unleash their own nails.
One girl didn’t hesitate to climb atop the table. Straddling the victim. Whilst her colleague positioned herself at the head of the table...
Without delay the nurses began their own torment... the girl straddling her victim - who Jada has identified as Sophie rolled her knuckles up and down the length of the girls ribcage whilst the second nurse, Jade scribbled her acrylic nails in the hollows of the armpits... this initial attack was sustained for 5 minutes before Sophie the nurse hopped down, walked to the silver trolley... took both electric toothbrushes and replicated the process she had recommended to Jo 4 hours a go. Moving her colleague aside the brushes were held in place by the bicep straps and turned on. Whirling away in the exact place Jo had discovered to be a soft spot.
The two women then stood either side of their subject and proceeded to simultaneously torture the ribs and hips. They operated like one, they moved like twins... perfectly in sync which each other. If Sophie rolled her knuckles up and down the ribcage, Jade went side to side and then they’d switch. The lubricating oil allowed their hands to skate over the ticklish skin.... they had decided to Work silently. The verbal degradation was Joanna’s role in this, unless she said otherwise.
The bound girl had been screaming muffled cries of ticklish agony for 15 minutes now.
Jade took over doing both sides of the ribcage as Sophie moved down... tickling her inner thighs menacingly with her nails... dangerously close to her womanhood, it was teasing, yet torture. Suddenly jo renters the fray, without hesitation she stations herself at the feet and immediately runs her sharp nails back and forth across the base of the toes on each foot.
The combination of the whirling tooth brushes in the pits, the knuckles and pinches on the ribs and hips, the teasing inner thigh tickling which had now evolved into knee squeezing and the dreaded soles being tickled pushed the patient to a new level. Her entire body shivered and tensed she screamed so loud a stream of snot came running out of the nostril hole in the mask... jade noticed and glanced back at Sophie, raising her eyebrows in acknowledgment of their progress. As her body convulsed and tensed one more time somehow the forehead strap slipped off and the girls head jolted forwards... if she could see she would have been looking straight down the table at any one of her torturers screaming for them to stop.
“Shit!!” Jade barked. Drawing the attention of Jo who had been focussed on the feet. The patient began slamming her head back down into the table once, twice, three times attempting to knock herself unconscious ... 3 bangs before the nurses were able to wrestle her head down and re-set the forehead strap.
Jo walked to the top of the table, her face like thunder...
“Is she still with us....”
“I think she’s knocked herself out doc....” One of the girls replied, the giveaway was the toothbrushes still whirled but no response
“Let’s do this the old fashioned way then...” you get the smelling salts, you prep one more half dose of adrenaline... she’s not having this her way the spoilt little ****.”
A minute later the shot had been administered and the smelling salts where wafted under her nose “GGGGHHHHHUUUUUUUUTTTTT” she snapped back into consciousness, still masked, still bound.
“Welcome back. You only managed 2 minutes and 15 seconds worth of a break with your stupid little stunt... and now that we’ve got you wide awake... we are going to show you what hell really looks like..... nurses..... heat those feet”
Within a minute the nurses had reapplied lotion to the soles and were each sat with a hair dryer on each foot.
The intense heat was torture in itself... Jo spoke softly to her patient....
“you see, when the feet are nice and warm, they become even more sensitive. Now... the girls are going to sit there and relentlessly tickle your feet with brushes... and I, Well... I’m going to sit here and force you to orgasm again and again... let’s say for the next 40 minutes shall we?”
Jo switched a vibrator on (one that Jaz thought looked more like heavy duty DIY instrument) and placed it in between her legs.
Simultaneously the nurses put down their hair dryers and began to brush. The wailing began immediately... the blend of senses and emotion and pleasure and tickling was too much.
Jo held the vibrator in place and within 30 seconds said “I think there’s one coming. Hard to tell given you can’t even wiggle your toes but I’ll know.... I always know....”
sure enough the girls stomach drew inwards identifying she was trying to arch her back.
The camera panned around to see the nurses scrubbing the soles of her feet which were already bright red presumably from the heat.
One brush sawed relentlessly across the arch, the other up and down on the ball of the foot.
Suddenly jo announced “number 1!” As the first orgasm ripples through the victims body.
“Did that feel good you little slut? I bet it did didn’t it? That tickling might start to feel a bit worse now though? It does doesn’t it! Orgasms might not seem like so much fun anymore after the 8th or 9th... but I’m giving you the attention you deserve! Aren’t I kind?!”
The vibrator went back on the victims pussy, there had been no breaks for the feet.
25 minutes passed and Jo announced that orgasm number 6 was on its way!
One again the camera shot the soles which now looked red raw and unbelievably the pace of the brushwork seemed to have maintained pace....
“Ooooopps!!! Well I have no idea if that was cum or piss you’ve just squired all over the table.... “ Jo spoke calmly given a jet of liquid had just flowed all over the table top. “Either way it’s fucking vile! Have some self control you fucking pervert!”
Once again the vibrator was placed back in between the legs jo glanced back and gave a nod to both nurses.... the camera once more panned around to see both girls were now using one hand to tepidly spider their fingernails over the heels exclusively.
Sure enough 10 more minutes later the girl had orgasmed 3 more times. There was a constant crying sound coming from her hood.... Jo called time.
Placing the vibrator on the floor she walked to the head.... “I’ll see you tomorrow. I hope you rest well tonight. You will need it. We have a long long day together tomorrow”
All 3 women walked off behind the camera, the camera spun around to what looked like behind the scenes....
Just as Joanna was about to hit the stop button Jaz spoke up...
“Hey, it’s like an actual set!!!”
There was a table with snacks and refreshments, 3 chairs with each of the girls belongings on or around it, shoes, nail files, sunglasses, phones ect. The nurses pulled off their masks and let down their hair. Jo sat down In one of the chairs and picked up her phone.
“How do you want her leaving tonight Jo?” The nurse Jada had identified as Sophie earlier asked as she started to remove her scrubs.
Not even looking up from her phone Jo responded calmly
“Errrrm, itching powder in the ears, pits, nipples....” her attention drifted looking at her phone
“Pussy? Toes?” Sophie filled in the blank
“Yes, of course - sorry I just love watching dogs getting rescued in these clips, restored my faith in humanity!!! But yes make sure it’s on the Vagina and her toes.... plug her ears, wax over the plugs so she’s completely in her own head annnnnnd, maybe a butt plug?” She looked towards the other nurse jade who was currently brushing her hair.... “sweet” she replied.
Jo stood up, collecting her things into her handbag...
“Can I ask one of you three to lock up... I’ve got a meeting and I really must dash....”
Sure - came a voice from behind the camera.
“One one more thing girls whilst I remember... use the piss from earlier as her drinking tube tonight!”
There was a combined cackle as the camera was fumbled around with then switched off.
Jo hit stop.
Both Jaz and Jada sat silently... before Jada rubbed her eyes... “wow... just wow! From everything I’ve just seen, what I really want to know is... who the F is the camera girl?!”
Jaz frowned at her friend in disbelief.. could she lack anymore emotional intelligence!
“It’s my daughter... Sasha” Jo said removing the disk from the player...
“Sasha!!! She was this big when I last saw her...” Jada measured with her hand
“Yeah she’s just turned 23 this year, same age as our patient funnily enough... she’s a wedding photographer and budding documentarian! It’s adorable!”
“Cute!” Jada smiles!
“Girls..... I really don’t want to hurry you along but I have to re-open soon!”
“How much is one of those clips?.....” Jaz spoke for the first time since the clip stopped.
“They’re always customs and this particular one was $50k.”
“FIF-TEE THOUSAND?” Jada could barely get the words out in time
“Yes we have a small but growing client list of extremely rich men and women who pay to see our girl here tickled in every way shape and form...” Jo stood and picked the papers from her desk... walking them back to the girls
“If I cut to the chase ladies, I’m more than happy to help you. But I’d also like you to help me... she handed the papers to both girls”
Jaz quickly flicked through, there was a non disclosure agreement, a consent to film agreement, and another document she couldn’t make out....
“You see, fresh talent would be great for business, I see a mutual benefit to us all here.... look, don’t answer now just go home and think abou....”
“Yes....” Jaz spoke, staring down at the papers “we are in....”
“Marvellous!!!” jo responded a smile spreading from ear to ear!
Jada looked on in amazement!
“Now, let’s get you both kitted up for tonight, in case your friend needs any persuasion to sign the forms or accept her new life.... as your tickle slave!!” She held both Jazs hands like a proud mother!
As always, characters are completely fictional, I’d appreciate your feedback
CH3:
Jas felt her watch vibrate. 7am. Time to get up....
She rolled over to check her phone... flipped through her news app before sitting upright and stretching her arms up, groaning as she woke her muscles up.
Throwing her legs out of bed she heard pots and pants clank in the kitchen, followed by cupboards opening and closing. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, slightly confused. Molly never woke up until gone 9...
Jaz had untied Molly as soon as her programme had started last night and left her on her bed to sleep... she had subsequently slept in Mollys room over night and hadn’t heard a peep until now.
Sliding on her slippers and throwing on a hoody she left the bedroom making her way across to the shower. She glanced in the kitchen to see Molly at the sink... cleaning DM dishes. Shaking her head groggy she went into the bathroom to take her shower.
Usual daily routine went on and by 7.30 she was in her running gear - today was a Wednesday though which meant she would run with her best friend Jada, a girl she considered her day 1 because they had been friends since elementary.
Jaz strode into the kitchen tying her thick locks into a pony tail as she walked. There she was greeted by Molly... in her short shorts, oversized hoody, hair in a scruffy bun and thick socks she stood with a protein shake in one hand, a coffee in another....
Jaz raised her eyebrows... “what have you done?....”
Molly passed the drinks to her room mate...”what do you mean?” She questioned
“Forgot to pay the rent?... broke my favourite cup?... used the last of my perfume?... come on... spill?” Jaz sipped her coffee and shook her shake with the spare hand.
Molly laughed as she walked down towards the bedrooms “you have such little faith girl” she shouted back
Jaz sat down to put on her trainers ... glancing up to see Molly bagging up the laundry from both of their rooms...
“Ok... what gives? There’s no god damn way your being this nice and there’s no catch...”
Molly stuffed the laundry down turning around to see Jaz had both trainers on with the laces untied... she crouched down and started to tie the laces...”no catch... I’m doing what I’m supposed to do...”
Jaz frowned at her room mate tying her laces...before the expression loosened, the realisation washed over her....
“Oh you still playing your game huh?! ... well girl it’s way to early for a drink and I have places to go and people to see!!” She drank the rest of her coffee as Molly finished her roommates laces
Standing up as Molly remained on her knees she looked down again and couldn’t help but feel an element of awkwardness and guilt... she crouched down to look at her room mate at eye level...
“Molly if you still playing - you got some issues!! It was a game.. right?! Get the podcast updated and we can talk tonight yeah?”
Molly looked at Jaz and slowly nodded her head... she looked partially down beat!
Jaz stood back up, grabbed her shake and headed for the door... just before she left she turned back... raising her index finger in the air...
“Be careful bitch... if this isn’t a game I could get used to having a slave around the house” before she winked at Molly, closing the door behind her.
She jogged to meet Jada at the same coffee shop they met every week. They’d have a catch up on all things from work, to guys, to girls... all things. Jada was the girl Jaz considered her best friend, her number 1 girl. She had been there since they were young. Jada was stunningly beautiful, her father was Mexican, her mother African American which had meant she had this caramel coloured tone to her skin, thick dark hair and a thick figure to boot! She worked out a lot just like Jaz, however they’re career paths had diverted early on... whilst Jaz was academic and loved to learn, Jada had always chased the cash, she had done a stint as an exotic dancer before finding her way into life as a part time dominatrix, part time pole dancing instructor. She also had a side hustle of being a fin-domme. Online only. This girl was anything but boring, she always had the best and most shocking stories, and she ALWAYS had Jazs back.
The two of them sat, ice coffees in hand..and started to chew the fat. A quick update on Jadas ever evolving love life and some new news on drama between friends before they came onto Jaz.... Jada was the best listener. She always knew what to say, albeit in her own eccentric and excitable manner but still, she knew. She also knew when Jaz wasn’t herself, and today... she reeked of not being herself.
“Ok, what’s up... spill...” Jada sucked through her straw
“No girl it’s good I’ve just got a lot on my mind...” Jaz forced a smile and shuffled in her seat.
“Is it a boy?!” Jada leaned forward intrigued...
“No boys...”
“Is it your boss? Fucking narc ass mother fuc....”
“Nooo it’s not steve...” Jaz chuckled
“Is ittttttt Claire? Nikita? Tasha? Camila? molly?” Jada ran down Jazs known list of friends... she noticed Jazs eyes lift when she said molly.
“Ok so it’s Molly! Good. Your making me work for this! Girl! Just spill!! She late on the rent? Playing with your ex? Dropped you from the podcast? Want me kick her ass?...” Jaz laughed out loud... her best friend always knew how to get anything out of her.
“Ok, ok... no ones kicking anyone’s ass... but if you really gotta know...it’s a bit fucked up!!!” Jaz also leaned into the table and begin to regale the tale of the last 48 hours in a hushed voice...
20 minutes later, the run down was done...
Jada leaned back in her chair....
“Well DAMN! That is fucked UP!... we need Oprah for this shit!!”
Again Jaz laughed....”I told you!! I don’t even know where to go with this... “
“You know what... I have a friend... she runs a sex shop now but she was on the dominatrix scene for a long ass time... she will know where to start!” Jada grabbed Jazs hand as she walked out of the coffee shop and waved to flag a cab
“I don’t know I mean she might prefers the idea of it rather than the reality....”
“None sense!! That girl has got freaky written alllllll over here! She knows what she’s doing!!” The cab arrived and Jada piled in...
“Come on get in!! I got you!!”
Jada always was the another devil on Jazs shoulder... Jaz sighed as she got in the cab
“Oh what the hell....”
20 minutes across town and she found herself following Jada down some a stairwell into a store you’d have never knew existed from street level...
they went through a large heavy door and slid a curtain to one side... staring into a world unlike anything Jaz had ever seen before!!
A wall lined with fetish pornos, labelled by category like a library... shelves with vibrators that looked more like heavy duty machinery, clothing pegs with everything from leather, PVC, latex and an indescribable variety of whips, gags, hoods and shackles... maybe this was sex shop 101 but to Jaz this was mind blowing.
Jada strode forward completely numb to her surroundings..
“Joanna? You back there?? Jo....!”
‘Joanna... Jaz thought to herself, Jadas not shut up about this kink guru all the way here and she’s got some plain Jane ass name like Joanna?!’
A beaded curtain behind the checkout brushed open and a woman, average in height and build walked out with her glasses perched on the end of her nose...
“Jada!! Honey!!! Wow!! So glad to see you!!!” The woman spoke in a soft polite and well spoken tone, walking around the till she hugged Jada.
Joanna (Jo) looked to be in her mid 50s to Jaz, she wore patchwork Harem pants and a tie die kaftan, strappy sandals exposing her toe ring and threaded anklet... her red hair was tied in a tight bun on top of her head.
Jo let go of her hug before turning her blue eyes to Jaz... “and you must beeee...?”
“Jaz...” Jada spoke for her “this is Jaz, she’s my girl!!”
“Jaz! What a wonderful name!” She advanced arms spread wide.. going in for a hug.
“Nice to meet you Joanna.” Jaz returned the hug “Jada has told me a lot about you”
“All good I trust?!!...” Jo spoke with a teasing tone
“Girl like id let a bad word about you leave anyone’s mouth!” Jada again filled in the blank - fully aware her friend was at best nervous, at worst uncomfortable.
“Come in! Come in! Make yourselves at home... what is it I can do for you??” Jo proceeded back through the beaded curtain and the girls followed
Jaz stepped into what looked at first like the back office, but on closer inspection this was a good set up! There was 5 blank tv monitors on the wall, 2 computers, a L shaped couch with a coffee table in the centre, a desk with a high back chair situated behind it. All around the wall were certificated and awards, not wanting to seem nosey Jaz didn’t state, she simply followed her friend in sitting on the couch.
“Ok so we got ourselves a situation Jo and I’m across town with my girl talking this through but it hits me... your know what we need to do”
Jo placed two cups of green tea down in front of her guests before joining them on the couch...
“Ah haaa... boy troubles?” She presumed - why the fuck did everyone assume Jaz had not troubles she thought to herself...
“Not quite Jo... “ Jada again spoke on behalf of the pair
“Well I’m not going to guess all day dear what is it?” Jo sipped her own tea.. drawing Jazs attention to her naturally long pointy nails that seemed perfect in shape on each finger.. but varying in length.
“Go ahead Jaz... she’s your problem!” Jada passed the book
Jaz cleared her throat... despite jo being smaller in frame, older in age and incredible sweet looking and softly spoken she did carry an air about her that was rather intimidating.
“Well.... See.... I..... I have....”
Jada nudged her friend with her elbow “spit it out girl!!”
“Jada!!!!” Jo shot her a look....”in her own time! This is a safe space! No judgement!”
Inside Jaz was smiling at seeing her friend put in her place.
“Ok so... I have this friend, Well room mate.... and we kinda got this podcast thing going... anyway, as a dare we had to do this tickle torture thing and now I feel like she’s way into it...” seeing that Jaz wasn’t telling the full story Jo just smiled and nodded
“Go on dear...”
“Well I tied her down and tickled her pretty bad.... really bad actually.. and today she seems to.... I don’t know... want to carry on the game I guess?”
Jo sipped from her cup... “And what do you want Jaz?”
“I don’t really know! I mean I guess it’s kind of fun. And when I’m doing it I feel like a lose myself a bit...you know, stress relief.. maybe?”
A brief pause as Jo placed her cup on on the table before she smiled..
“Ok so firstly, knismophillia is a fetish where people get turned on by tickling.. either tickling someone or being tickled...or watching others!!... and in my world it’s more common than you’d think... but more on that in good time....” Jo stood to walk to her desk, taking a pen and note pad...”talk me through how the session came and went. Bit by bit!! I’m SURE I can help!”
15 - 20 minutes later Jaz finished her story, top to bottom... all the gory details. Jada was sat with her jaw dropped at the full story which she had also just heard for the first time... Jo on the other hand had calmly written down a few key points and was sat with an understanding expression on her face, once again relaxing Jaz.
“Ok... well, thank you for sharing that with me lovely... I can assure you... you have nothing to feel ashamed not guilty about!” Jo leaned over placing her hand on Jazmins knee. It was like she could read her mind. She did feel both ashamed and guilty but couldn’t quite understand why!
“Jada put your tongue back in your mouth! We are all adults here. I’m going to close up so we can have this discussion without being disturbed... do pop the kettle on for me again Lovely” she gestured towards Jaz who stood up and walked to a side unit adjacent to her desk.
Jo disappeared back into the front of the shop to lock up..
“Told you girl!! She’s the don! She’ll have us sorted in no time!” Jada spoke with her usual excitement
“Us?!...” Jaz questioner, half engaged as she stared around the room
“Hell yeah it’s us!! I’m your middle man! You ain’t cutting me out of this action”
Jaz barely listened as she took in elements of the room.
A golden feather award in 2010, another in 11 and another in 12, a lifetime recognition award from another obscure organisation and various certificates for something called shibari, to name just a few of the accolades that covered the walls and shelves.
The kettle tumbled as her eyes continued to scan the room...
2 disks on her desk, titled B23 & B24...then behind her chair she noticed there was a pin pad attached to the wall, focussing closer she saw the pin pad was actually on a door... but where did that go t...
CLICK! The kettle boiled as Joanna walked back into the room
“All sorted, now where were we...”
“You were telling us what we should do” Jada once again spoke up
“Ah but it’s not so much a tell... it’s more a discuss our options...” Jo sat down once again as Jaz handed her a fresh tea
‘Us? Our? I’m all for group discussion but this is confusing’ Jaz thought to herself, positions back down on the couch.
“Let me tell you a little bit about me dear...” Jo looked directly at Jaz
“So I’ve been in or around this industry for 35 years... I started off as a dancer, found my way into fetish, realised I was more domme than sub and started my own little empire... you know how it goes” ... Jaz really didn’t know how it went but she nodded along smiling.
“Anyway... when you have been a professional dominatrix for a good amount of time you build up a short list of specialist talents... 2/3 things you can credibly say you are best in your field at...”
“I could never guess at yours Jo...” Jada commented with a sarcastic tone in her voice
“Well yes, for those who know me I had 3 very specific areas of interest.. verbal humiliation, bondage.... and.... tickle torture”
Jaz nearly spat her tea straight out of her mouth as Jada sat there with a knowing smile ear to ear...
“See those trophies up there, 3 years running golden feather award for best tickler... voted by the community... but things move on and they’ve got some great new blood flying the flag now!” Jo stared at her awards as she regaled her success stories
“No school like the old school though Jo!” Jada brought her old friend back into the room
“Agreed... so... I do hope you feel slightly more at ease now Jazmin, after all, you are in good company!”
Jazmin had only just picked her jaw up off the floor from the realisation that there were people specialised in tickle torture!
“Thank you so much Jo, I don’t really know where to start with all this but I sup.....” Jaz sentence was cut short as Jo again placed her hand on her knee
“Allow me to be very direct dear, sometimes it’s the only way through.... do you want her to be your slave?”
Jaz was shook “well.... I, er, I don’t, it’s, errrrm”
“Yes she fucking does!!” Jada jumped in
“Allow Jaz to come to that decision herself please Jada and no swearing in here thank you!” Again Jo put her in her place
There was a pause of silence as Jaz processed all she had heard.... “it’s kind of illegal right? To keep someone as a slave?”
“It depends on the depths you want to go, I have clients who call themselves my slave but come and go as we agree.... I also have an example of a family in upstate who keep a girl as a permanent tickle slave, that’s her life!”.... jo shrugged carelessly despite the dark revelation.
“Wait. Wow. Back that up Jo.... a family in upstate who keep a girl as a tickle slave??” Jada enquired, again Jazs brain was in overdrive...
“Yes! They’re a lovely bunch of women, 3 sisters and 2 house staff I think it is...it’s the step daughter of one of the ladies who is living the dream... or nightmare depending on your point of view”... jo chuckled at her own pun
“So... this family keep their stepdaughter as a permanent tickle slave! Damn... that’s hot! And you know this how may I ask??” Jada pressed on the topic - always nosey
“Jada come on, you know I can’t divulge client info, but in a round about way I helped them kit out their own dungeon in their house and they contacted me for some advice on making clips to sell...”
“So now they’re making dollar and have a slave... girl are you hearing this??” Jada nudged Jaz in the arm
“Can I see?” Jaz said, her tone more matter of fact
“The clips? I mean I’m happy to show you the most recent clip I partook in with the girl... but I must warn you, this isn’t vanilla, it’s not playful, it’s extreme tickle torture?” Joanna has stood up and walked over to her desk
“So this is like the R rated version of Tickling right?” Jada got herself comfortable as if she was at the movies
Joanna picked up the disk titled B23 and held it up...
“Jaz, if at any point you feel uncomfortable watching this... you say and I’ll stop the clip.” Jo smiled warmly which comforted Jaz who simply nodded in agreement before turning her attention to the widescreen TV on the wall as it strung to life
#clip 23 / 14.5.18# - title slide
“Wait - this was 2 weeks a go?” Jada spoke up
“Yes I’ve not really got around to editing it fully yet, your my first audience for this clip!” Jo spoke as she repositioned herself behind her desk, placing her glasses on her nose and starting what looked like office admin or paperwork
The clip opened with what looked like a medical room, the walls were white, the floor was white the camera panned around to see a woman, Jaz would have said early - mid 20s, shaved head, not fat but no athlete, wearing only her underwear and a pair of white socks being lay down on what looked like a large padded table. She was being assisted by 2 women (Jaz presumes) who were dressed in medical scrubs, latex gloves, surgical masks and medical hair berets.
Her hands were slid into cream coloured mittens that buckled at the wrists, and her ankles were fed into a pair of stocks that were situated at the foot of the table. One ‘nurse’ took the wrists which were attached to 2 chains at the very top of the table as the other of the women physically padlocked the stocks shut. Walking out of scene with the key.
The nurse taking care of the wrists pushed a button on a remote and the chains pulled, stretching the girl out...the nurse pressed the button to stop the stretching at the point where it seemed she wouldn’t stretch anymore without injury. Either way this girl was taut - no slack!
The second nurse than reappeared in the scene and crouched down at the stocks.
The camera panned around so the stocks were in full view. The nurse rolled each sock off one at a time. Placing the socks on top of the stocks. She then held the right foot firm with one hand and pushed each toe through a clear plastic loop, as she touched each toe the foot flinched slightly, but with cold precision and professionalism each toe was put through a loop, she then popped her head up to her colleague with a thumbs up she said ‘left’... her colleague pressed another button which pulled the loops right around each toe, both pinning them back and spreading them apart slightly but also appearing to render the foot completely motionless.
She repeated the process on the right foot before standing up and balling the socks up..handing them to her colleague before repositioning herself at the legs.
The colleague took the socks before again walking out of the shot, as the nurse situated at the legs pulled straps out of the table, looping them over specific areas before reattaching them loosely on the other side. Ankles, shins, lower knee, mid thigh... she then moved to the upper body as her colleague returned into the scene rolling a silver medical trolley... straps were positioned over the waist (just under the rib cage, covering the belly button, upper arms (biceps) above the elbow, below the elbow and wrists - just under the mittens. She then nodded once more to her colleague who again pressed a button on the remote pulling all the straps flush to the body simultaneously. Again tight enough that they indented the flesh slightly but the girl showed no pain in her face she just lay there. Silent.
Both women now positioned themselves at the shoulders before one of them pushed the balled up socks into the girls mouth.before cramming a ball gag in over the top. One lifted the head whilst the other buckled the gag tight on the back of them head.
Satisfied she reached back to the Silver trolley and took a blindfold that looked more like sunglasses as each individual eye had a pad.
The nurse supporting the head appeared to whisper something in the girls ear which made her eyes shoot open wide in what could only be described as fear...
“What did she just say to her?” Jaz enquired as the video rolled on with the nurses attaching the blindfold
“Now that’d be a spoiler alert Jaz!” Jo glanced up from her paperwork
Back on the screen the nurses had now started to pull a white rubber hood over the girls head. It looked custom made as it fit like a glove. Only small holes for the ears and nose where indicators that a human head was locked inside!
The girls then laid her head back before attaching a strap under the chin and across the forehead, one final time hitting the remote to pull them tight. The head was secure.
The nurses walked towards the camera and out of the scene.
“Hey Jo, who is the help?” Jada questioned
“Haha it’s Sophie and Jade” jo didn’t even look up from her work as she smiled
“Woooow it’s been a long time since I spoke to them. They look good? Still in the scene then?”
“Only for these clips to be honest, I needed two I could really trust and given they’re both smart women with their own families and responsibilities now they were obvious choices!”
“Families?! Nahhhhh then girls were wild!”
“Were.... they’re both 33 now, Jade has 2 little ones to a guy who travels a lot so it’s pretty full on... and Sophie adopted, she’s living back with her mum after her marriage broke down... so yeah, they’ve all grown up!” Jos sentenced tailed off as she nodded to the screen...
suddenly you heard the click clack of high heels and someone stride past the camera into the shot and towards the tied girl. She wore black stilettos, leading into a well fitted grey trouser suit. Her hair once again in a tight bun on top of her head
“Is that....” Jaz spoke
“Yes....” Jo cut her off “don’t ask on the outfit choice, it was a custom request... “ she shrugged.
Back on the clip she circled the table, staring down at the bound girl who had clearly acknowledged the sound of the heels on the ground and her breathing had intensified, identifiable by her chest movement.
“Well well Well....” Jo spoke to the girl
“Back again!! Only this time it’s not quite a flying visit now is it?” Jo tapped one fingernail which was painted black on the forehead strap.
“I feel like one of my nurses may have ruined the surprise, but your mother has decided to leave you in our capable hands... for a full 48 hours!... isn’t that exciting?”
The girls breathing intensified further and she made low mumbling sign under her hood.
“Nurse may I have the report please....” again one of the nurses walked into view handing Joanna a folder.
She licked her fingertip before flicking through the pages.
“Hmmmm I see... it would seem you are in dire need of some correctional treatment. Well I think we have a good chance of some attitude adjustment during our time together...” she handed the file back to the nurse and bent over her face hovering inches from the girls motionless head
“You know how it works you little pervert... I’m going to tickle you to within an inch of your pathetic life, you’ll beg us to to end it for you... but we won’t. No. We’ll bring you back to your sorry state of affairs over and over again. I intend on making this the worst 48 hours of your life” ...
She walked to the head of the table. Placing her hands on the girls elbows.
“Oh I do hope your comfortable - because you won’t be going anywhere for the foreseeable.. can’t see...” she began to walk her fingers down the girls arms.. “can’t speak” ... the fingers walked closer towards the smooth shaven armpits “can’t move” ... her fingers took two more steps, now on the edge of her hollows... “but you can....” she lifted her hands, hovering them over the pits “feel .. EVERYTHING”
Her nails dropped into the exposed armpits tickling with intent... not aggressive pace like Jaz had often done to Molly but a more steady and sustainable pace, quality over quantity.
Watching the screen the thing Jaz was most in awe of was the lack of movement. The girl was statue still, aside from her chest moving up and down as she laughed under her hood she was completely motionless.
The nails danced around the outskirts of each armpit in a circle before making there way towards the centre.. like a whirlpool. When they landed in the middle the reactions increased and the mumbles became muffled screams of laughter, Joanna would then reverse the nails out the way they came in, spiralling outwards back to the outer armpit. She repeated this process for a full 11 minutes based on the timer in the left hand corner of the screen. Her face throughout was a picture of professionalism, no smile, no emotion, no mercy. As she continued her tickling she gave a nod to someone behind the camera, again the nurse walked into shot handing over two fine tipped paint brushes.
Jo rested her elbows on the table and brought the tips of the brushes into contact with the lower armpits she softly spoke to her victim as she began to slowly drag the bristles in small precise zigzags side to side across the pits. Working the way from bottom to top.
“Isn’t it just magnificen! You can’t move a muscle!” She said
“Mmmhfhfhfhffff” the victim responded
“I’m glad you agree!” The brushes continued to zigzag, never breaking contact with the sensitive skin. The higher up the pits they worked the louder the mumbling got.
Joanna ensured she would stay a little longer on the upper centre of the pits each time she zigzagged up and down. By the time the timer said 21 minutes the girl was babbling away non stop under her gag.
Again the nurse approached with two elective tooth brushes, swapping them with Jo for the paint brushes.
“Now, if you guess what these are... I won’t tickle you with them” Jo flipped them on and allowed them to buzz away next to each ear.
“Huhlkkkrrh hhmmrruh” Although the muffling wasn’t clear, it was obvious what she was trying to say...
“I’m sorry. Go again I can’t understand you... speak with more, big girl words...” Jo patronised her victim with a condescending tone.
“HHUHHLKKTHHH HHUUHHHUFFF” the girl shouted under the gag
“A carrot stick?! No. Sorry. Not even close... stupid.”
Jada burst out laughing back in the office and even Jaz cracked a titter... “you bitch Jo!! Hahaha” Jada shook her finger at her friend...
“I do try sweetheart..” Jo responded with a wink
Back on the screen the toothbrushes were accurately placed in the zone that was about 1 inch squared that Jo had worked out was the worth area. She motioned the whirling tools of torment in small circles, never leaving that area in each armpit.
“MMMMMMHHHUUUFFFMHMHMHMGMHM” it was clear despite her motionless state she was suffering from the accuracy of this sustained attack.
Jaz and Jada couldn’t take their eyes off the screen. Occasionally Jo would glance over to see the girls smirking. Jaz was in complete awe of the scene in front of her. She loved the vulnerability versus cold ruthlessness. Jada just loved the concept of watching her old pals doing what they do best!
The next time Jaz looked at the timer on the screen it was 32 minutes, and it was then that Jo switched the tooth brushes off... again a nurse walked onto the screen. Collecting the brushes she turned to walk, she paused, turning back and slipping the tooth brush base under the bicep scrap, positioning the head dead on the weak spot.... Jo looked at her nurse and couldn’t hide the smirk as mischievous aid flipped the switch.
“Oooo hohoho!!! Hands free!!!” Joanna moved to the side of her victim...
“Isn’t my assistant clever?! I COULD leave that little thing buzzing away in your sensitive little armpit and iiiiI could... Oh I don’t know... go for a walk? Do my taxes? TICKLE YOUR RIBS!” With that she drove her balled up knuckles into each side of the rib cage rubbing up and down like a wash board!
“MMMMMPPPHHHHHMMMMMMPPPHHHHH!!!” The suffering was real, no movement, but there didn’t need to be. This was a technique Jaz could relate too... high intensity! Suddenly after 10-20 seconds she stopped, placing her palms flat on her victims stomach...
“But I won’t...” the tooth brush still buzzed away causing consistent laughter.
“After all, I don’t want you pissing yourself in the first hour you dirty little pervert!” She removed the brush and handed it back to the nurse
“Nice work nurse! You might have just won yourself some alone time with our patient later...”
the nurse nodded in acceptance and again walked out of shot
“jo who was that nurse? Sophie or jade?” Jada quizzed, again loving watching friends play!
“It was Sophie... she’s naughty isn’t she! She’s a meany to this poor girl. Always has been, not entirely sure why but she just does seem to like her!! Hahaha” jo chuckled to herself
“Listen girls...” jo stood up from her desk picking up the remote... I’ll fast forward you through the next part we just stay with the pits for another half an hour, rinse and repeat... you know the drill...
Again Jaz didn’t know the drill but this time she asked...”how do you keep her that sensitive? An hour in 1 place?”
“Great question! The truth... this girls been on a treatment for close to a year, she has ‘nannies’ at home who keep her skin pristine, she’s moisturised nightly with a mixture of deep moisturising cream and sensitivity enhancement cream, head to toe... BUT it’s not all smoke and mirrors, you can keep them sensitive if you can get in their head... it’s psychological as much as it’s physical. I’m firmly in this girls head... she sees me as the big nasty. Rolled out for the extreme stuff....”
“Amazing...” Jaz spoke with such admiration before turning back to the tele... Jada looked at Jo giving her a knowing smile.
“Ok so we rejoin the clip about 40 minutes into ribs and hips. My trick her is to spend the first 15 minutes lightly dragging my nails over the ribs... get the goosebumps out. But I have to say, the ribs and hips and heavy duty body parts, they require heavy duty tickling...”
with that Jo pressed play and the clip sprung to life
The girl was screaming under her hood as jo had one hand clawing away at her ribs, firmly rubbing the fingertips over the ribcage, her free hand was pinching the hip bone with strength and speed. The girl looked a mess, her ribs appeared red, her bra had slipped up half exposing one nipple and it looked like jo had tugged her panties down so they were now bunched up and barely covering anything. There was a glimmer of sweat in her armpits and around her collar bones.
Once again she balled both fists and vibrated her knuckles into the front of the ribcage, working her way to the sides and then back again. Unidentifiable whales of begging filled the room
“More? You want more??! Jeez your a attention seeking little whore aren’t you...” she seemed to shift into another gear.. her knuckles were moving so quickly
“Say it!”
“Say I’m an attention seeking little whore!”
“MMMMMMHUGHUGHHHGGGGUHPHPHOHLHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPNNNNMMM”
“I cannnnnnttt heeeeeearrr you!!!!!” The horrific tickling continued as Jo once again used her condescending tone.
“Oh shit! I’m sorry! My mean old nurses stuffed your little socks in your mouth didn’t they!!! Silly me!!! Ok clap... clap and I’ll stop!”
Her hands rolled on up and down each side of her ribs with impressive pace...”
“NNNNNMMMPPPPPHHHH!!!PPPPPPHHHHHMMMMMPHPHPUPPHPHPHPHP”
“Oh!!! Of course... your hands are in your bondage mits!!! I’m a ditsy old dear at times aren’t I!!!! Fine I’ll make it easy.... wiggle your toes for me, if you want me to stop just wiggle your toes”
The attack didn’t slow down, it only changed focus as she now rolled the knuckles over the vulnerable hip bones!
“Nurse... I can’t see, can you please tell me if she’s wiggling her toes? I need to know if she wants me to stop!”
The nurse strode into the scene... she crouched down to have a good look at the toes.... popping her head back up she spoke “her toes aren’t moving at all doctor...”
“Thank you nurse.... wow you must love this? Or are you dead??!” One hand stayed on the hips one moved up and give her exposed nipple a hard pinch
“MMMMMMMMMNNNNNNN!!!”
“Nope your still alive... not dead... not yet” the wandering hand returned to its duty of hard tickling over the ribs... this back and fourth continued for another 12 minutes... before Jo glanced up and nodded to the camera
“And that’s lunch!!!! Phew I don’t know about you but I could do with a break!!” She danced her fingernails on her victims forehead again before walking towards the camera, uttering instructions to her nurses....
“Give her a drink, wake her up a bit, strip her naked and oil her up ladies....”
“Ok girls the next 20 mins is pretty much prep for the next session... no real action I can fast forwa....”
“No, I’d like to watch... if that’s ok?” Jaz cut Joanna off...
“Of course it is dear! Make yourself comfortable... Jada, do you have a moment?” The two left the back office with Jaz hypnotised by the actions on the screen...
the two nurses said nothing and made there way to their patient. One nurse held a black bottle and a pair of scissors... she made her way positioning herself at the mid-rift, the other stood at the head with a sports bottle and began to roll the rubber hood back up just above her nose... still covering her eyes, almost like a superhero’s mask.
The black bottle was placed on the table as she shipped away at the garments, bra first. It was rugged away and placed on the silver table. Meanwhile the ball gag had been unbuckled and the second nurse was fingering the socks out of the girls mouth with her gloved hand.
As soon as the sock was pulled out followed by a stream of drool the victims panting was clear, she heaved for breath....
the nurse held the balled up soggy socks over a bowl on the silver tray and poured water out of the sports bottle on them.
The victim slowly gathered her breath before she uttered 3 desperate words
“Please.... no.... more...” completely ignoring her comment the nurses continued there duty.
Her panties had now been cut off and were also being dowsed with water over the bowl...
“Please! No.... mommpphhhhh” the wet socks were shoved deep into her mouth, followed quickly by her panties. Silently the nurse rebuked the ball gag and rolled the mask back over her face. Once more confining the girl to being completely mute.
Mean while outside the office Jada and Jo spoke in hushed voices
“I understand that Jada but does she have IT?” ...
“If your asking me if I think she has the ability to go through with this then I’d have to say I’m unsure... she’s a real good girl Jo”
“Ok well we will soon find out, I’ll have to ask you both to sign a non disclosure form before you leave... it’s not personal sweetie it’s just... the family wouldn’t want any of this going anywhere you understand?”
“Got it! No problem”
The two of them walked back through the curtain to see Jaz staring fixated at the screen.
The nurses were either side or their victim, using their gloved hands to rub copious amounts of the oil from this black bottle over the girl. They’d coated her armpits, her breasts, her ribs and nether regions, working there way now over the calves, the oil made the girls body practically shimmer in the overhead lighting.
“Is that babyoil?” Jaz enquired
“Not quite, its actually a massage lubricant created using Far Eastern medical ingredients, we got the recipe from the girls nanny - it stays slippery for longer as well as draws the nerve endings to the surface, again increasing sensitivity”
As they finished up the legs one nurse moved to the bottom of the stocks, taking a liberal amount of oil in her palms she began to sub the soles of the feet. The other nurse retreated back behind the camera but you could visually see even the rubbing motion was affecting the girl.
She coated the soles toes to heel.. working the oil onto each individual toe. A thorough job. As the second nurse briefly reappeared and issues a shot of adrenaline into her thigh.
Jo fast forwarded the scene which was effectively just the girl lying alone for 15 minutes before she re-entered the frame... she spoke to the girls before she resumed play
“Ok - so pre-warning, the next couple of hours get very intense for our guest here... you sure you want to watch this....”
“Yes” Jaz responded instantly
“I’m with my girl... if she’s in I’m in...” Jada backed her friend up
The clip went back into action as Jo strode across the room.
“My my... you’re really in for it now you little slut. I see my nurses freshened you up good and proper....” again she paced around the table.
“Whatever am I going to do to you now?? Should I tickle your PITS....” her fingers raced in the hollows.... “Nope I’ve done that... how about these RIBS...” again she briefly dug her knuckles in “hmmm nope I’ve done that too...” she traced her nails over her victims hooded face “maybe... just maybe... we should take a look at your little FEET!”
“NMMPH!” The protest was even more subdued now that there was extra packing in her mouth, it was effectively noise from her nose.
“Yes? Yes my feet?” Jo slowly walked towards the foot of the table
“NNMPHH!”
“Tickle my feet? Is that what your saying? That’s what I’m hearing....”
She arrived at her destination...
“They really are simply flawless, I must congratulate your minders when I see them next...” she scanned every on of the soles... before she placed the naturally sharp fingernail of her index finger at the base of the toes, slowly dragging in down the centre of the sole stopping just before the heel..
Her victims chest was heaving already... almost like a panic attack.
“Oh don’t even try it. That adrenaline won’t allow you to pass out. Your going to be wide awake feeling every moment of the next 3 hours!!”
“NMMMMPPPHHH!!!!” She screamed through her nose as jo began dancing the 4 fingernails on the fleshy ball of her left foot.
The nails slid from side to side, in unison across the base of the toes, the camera angle showed that the sole couldn’t flex at all. It was completely immobile. The fingernails cut through the lubricating oil like hot knives through butter. The pace of the movement wasn’t fast but was slow, it almost looked effortless for Joanne who’s face was stone cold serious.
After 5 minutes of this she changed up the motion and began spidering her fingers downwards. Slowly but surely making her way to the arch of the foot. The spidering picked up pace in the arch, skittering her fingernails across the plump pink taut sole causing... silence.
“Why isn’t she laughing?” Jada spoke up...
“She is... she’s in silent laughter... watch” Jo pointed to the screen as her fingers stopped for a split second.
“HHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUU” the girl took a massive breathe in through her nose just before Jo went back to sliding the nails across the base of the toes. This time in smaller motions, she would slide side to side just under the pinky, for a couple of minutes, then move to the right ever so slightly, focussing on the area under the next toe. The camera caught her face. Her eyes were looking towards the ceiling, she was concentrating, listing, feeling for the spots that worked better than others. She continued to progress until she got to the area under the big toe.
“Ok ok I get it. It’s the spot under the pinky toes right? That’s what you like!”
She started her hand back to that spot and raced her nails side to side with slightly more vigour. Again, Jaz notes, it didn’t seem aggressive. Just accurate.
The girl let out a pained noise through her nose as Jo returned to the spot under the pinky toe it was like nothing Jada or Jaz had heard before...
“Found another sweet spot... is this a new one? I’ve lost track... nurse....” jo beckoned her assistant over and she carried the file once more. Opening it onto a page that saw two maps of both soles..
“the spot had already been mapped and registered doctor. Recorded as a 9/10 for responsiveness on 1st or January 2018”
“Very good nurse. New Year’s Day!! I remember that session. Dont you nurse?” Jo spoke freely as she maintained the tickling in that same spot.
“I most certainly do doctor, I believe that was the mummification session” I can pull up the session notes for review doctor
“Not necessary nurse!! I remember.. Good times!”
Jo maintained a steady speed on the exact spot for a full 15 minutes before casually changing course and beginning to lightly pinch each individual toe with the nails from her thumb and index finger. Starting with the pinky toe, she wouldn’t move on until the girls laughter had fallen silent again. Then she would stop, wait for the sharp inhale of air and then start on the next toe. After around 20 minutes she arrived at the big toe. She lightly scratched the pad of the big toe up and down with 1 finger... causing babbling noises to erupt from the hooded victim.
“Oh you like that one? Don’t you?”
“MHUFFUPGPHPHPHPHPHPHPH” The laugher drifted towards silent in a matter of seconds...
“Tell me you like it?”
Nothing
“Tell me you like or only go back to this...”
She moved her 4 fingers back to racing under the base of the pinky toe...
“NNNNNMMPPPHHHHHH!”
“Ok so tell me you like it...”
“Huuuhhhkkkhhttt!”
“Good girl... see what you can do when you aren’t being a lazy, selfish little whore!!”
She resumed the big toe pad scratching plunging her patient back into ticklish laughter.
Once more she scribble down to the arch. The area Jaz had got gone good reaffirms out of Molly, Jaz leant forward, concentrating hard...
On the screen Joes fingernails danced deep in the arch, her fingers were rapid and you could see from the indentation in the skin she was using some force here...
the girl was making unfathomable noises..
“What the fuck noise is that?” Jada spoke up...
“This is when you know she’s breaking down.. we are 40 minutes into a planned 3 hour foot session and she’s shaking, crying, snorting... isn’t it beautiful?” She laughed to herself
Jaz said nothing... she watched, taking it all in.
The dancing talons moves slightly to the instep, just about where the heel meets the arch on the inside of the foot. The movement was met with an instant wail of agony
“PPPHHHLLLLLLLSSSSSSSSS” she begged
“Nurse.... “ Joanna once again beckoned her assistant over
“Remind me will you... how did we map this spot?” She again spoke calmly never taking her fingers off the ticklish fleshy sole.
“Again doctor, this was mapped on New Year’s Day. Recorded as a 10/10 for responsiveness...”
“Superb! A good spot” jo responded with a smile
“Well it would seem that way Doctor, I’ve quickly looked at the session notes and it would seem our patient lost control of her bladder 15 minutes in from this spot last time...” the nurse shut the file and turned on her heels walking away
“Did you hear that? Just when it feels like you can’t sink any lower you went and pissed yourself from a little bit of foot tickling!” Joanna spoke with venom
The nurse strode back into the scene holding a small plastic ball tipped hair brush...
“15 minutes you said nurse?”
“Yes doctor” she said handing the brush over
“Well then, let’s see if we can set ourselves a new record....”
she began to saw the brush left to right in the exact spot she had previously tickled. Causing her victim to snort then fall immediately Into silent laughter. The pace quickened, the pressure increased. The brush moved back and fourth back and fourth over and over.
She used her other hand to grip the heel, not the steady the foot more to steady herself to allow for more pace and pressure.
The sharp intake of breath was once again a snort...
“That’s right, let it all out!! It’s funny right!!?”
The brushing continued
“How long?” She said to the nurse
“That’s 8 minutes doctor....”
“Oooooh we are over half way...” Joanna’s eyes went wide with excitement, you could see she was genuinely pushing to challenge herself!
The tickling continued with extreme intensity for another 4 minutes when Joanna requested a time check
“11 minutes and 24 seconds doctor...”
“I wonder.... is it cheating if I do this....” she removed her hand from the heel and placed the free hand back sliding her nails under the pinky toe whilst maintaining the viscous assault with the hair brush.
Within seconds the calves then the thighs tensed.
The nurse put what could only be described as a funnel over the victims vagina that fed into a clear bag.
Noticing the nurses movements Joanna pushed one final time, tickling harder than ever before...
“nnnnnNNNNNNPPPPHHHHHHHH!!!” The exhale through the nose signified the great release or pressure. As the girl let go, urine flowing through the funnel into the bag.
“Fuck!!!” Jo stood up and stretched her arms out... “That was a workout!!”
The second nurse walked onto the scene and handed Jo a bottle of water before assisting her colleague in wiping down their victim.
“Time check please ladies” jo screw the cap back on her water...
“12 minutes and 27 seconds doctor...
Congratulations”
“Did you hear that?? 12 minutes is all it took for me to get your sorry ass to piss yourself... again!! God you disgust me!” Spat on her victims hooded face.
“Now lucky for you. I think I’m done with that foot... but unlucky for you.. you have a pair of feet... and the right one is just begging for the same treatment no?”
“NMMPHH! PHHLSS!”
Jo repositioned herself at the right foot, cracked her knuckles before before she spoke to the nurses now behind the camera
“Refrigerate that piss, if she carries on being an attention seeking little **** I’ll have her drink it later.” Her nails sunk into sole of the right foot.
“WHAT. THE. FUCK!” Jada spoke out, causing Jo to hit pause.
“That was fucking disgusting, brutal, sick, twisted... I don’t know what else!!” Jada said playfully “your EVIL girl!!”
“Haha it’s all in the name of fun... just not sure who’s having more of it in this instance... “ she nodded to the screen.
“It was brilliant...” Jaz spoke softly... “what happens next?....”
jo hit fast forward and the frame flittered through an hours worth of tickling on the right foot, she spoke as she went...
“I worked over the right foot for an hour before we went 3 up on her for the last segment...” hitting pause.
“3 up?” Jaz said, once again making it obvious she wasn’t from this world!
“She gets Sophie and jade in on the action...” Jada filled in the blank.
“Oh my!” Jaz said with an element of shock in her tone... that even sounds brutal...
“Listen girls it’s the most brutal part of the clip. It’s an hour and 4 minutes long and I’m happy to watch it with you now... but after that I really
Just re-open the shop!... “
“Of course Jaz said politely, I’m sorry to have taken this much of your time I never realised it wou.....”
“Not a problem at all dearest. I have a sneaky feeling this is the start of something beautiful, and I’m all about helping people grow...” Jo sat down right next to Jaz on the couch... holding her hand she hit play. The scene burst into life.
Joanna was walking away from the table...
“Girls, gloves off... your up. I’m going for a quick smoke and I need to make a quick call”
With no further words both girls proceeded towards the bound girl, still in their scrubs and masks they’d removed their latex gloves presumably to unleash their own nails.
One girl didn’t hesitate to climb atop the table. Straddling the victim. Whilst her colleague positioned herself at the head of the table...
Without delay the nurses began their own torment... the girl straddling her victim - who Jada has identified as Sophie rolled her knuckles up and down the length of the girls ribcage whilst the second nurse, Jade scribbled her acrylic nails in the hollows of the armpits... this initial attack was sustained for 5 minutes before Sophie the nurse hopped down, walked to the silver trolley... took both electric toothbrushes and replicated the process she had recommended to Jo 4 hours a go. Moving her colleague aside the brushes were held in place by the bicep straps and turned on. Whirling away in the exact place Jo had discovered to be a soft spot.
The two women then stood either side of their subject and proceeded to simultaneously torture the ribs and hips. They operated like one, they moved like twins... perfectly in sync which each other. If Sophie rolled her knuckles up and down the ribcage, Jade went side to side and then they’d switch. The lubricating oil allowed their hands to skate over the ticklish skin.... they had decided to Work silently. The verbal degradation was Joanna’s role in this, unless she said otherwise.
The bound girl had been screaming muffled cries of ticklish agony for 15 minutes now.
Jade took over doing both sides of the ribcage as Sophie moved down... tickling her inner thighs menacingly with her nails... dangerously close to her womanhood, it was teasing, yet torture. Suddenly jo renters the fray, without hesitation she stations herself at the feet and immediately runs her sharp nails back and forth across the base of the toes on each foot.
The combination of the whirling tooth brushes in the pits, the knuckles and pinches on the ribs and hips, the teasing inner thigh tickling which had now evolved into knee squeezing and the dreaded soles being tickled pushed the patient to a new level. Her entire body shivered and tensed she screamed so loud a stream of snot came running out of the nostril hole in the mask... jade noticed and glanced back at Sophie, raising her eyebrows in acknowledgment of their progress. As her body convulsed and tensed one more time somehow the forehead strap slipped off and the girls head jolted forwards... if she could see she would have been looking straight down the table at any one of her torturers screaming for them to stop.
“Shit!!” Jade barked. Drawing the attention of Jo who had been focussed on the feet. The patient began slamming her head back down into the table once, twice, three times attempting to knock herself unconscious ... 3 bangs before the nurses were able to wrestle her head down and re-set the forehead strap.
Jo walked to the top of the table, her face like thunder...
“Is she still with us....”
“I think she’s knocked herself out doc....” One of the girls replied, the giveaway was the toothbrushes still whirled but no response
“Let’s do this the old fashioned way then...” you get the smelling salts, you prep one more half dose of adrenaline... she’s not having this her way the spoilt little ****.”
A minute later the shot had been administered and the smelling salts where wafted under her nose “GGGGHHHHHUUUUUUUUTTTTT” she snapped back into consciousness, still masked, still bound.
“Welcome back. You only managed 2 minutes and 15 seconds worth of a break with your stupid little stunt... and now that we’ve got you wide awake... we are going to show you what hell really looks like..... nurses..... heat those feet”
Within a minute the nurses had reapplied lotion to the soles and were each sat with a hair dryer on each foot.
The intense heat was torture in itself... Jo spoke softly to her patient....
“you see, when the feet are nice and warm, they become even more sensitive. Now... the girls are going to sit there and relentlessly tickle your feet with brushes... and I, Well... I’m going to sit here and force you to orgasm again and again... let’s say for the next 40 minutes shall we?”
Jo switched a vibrator on (one that Jaz thought looked more like heavy duty DIY instrument) and placed it in between her legs.
Simultaneously the nurses put down their hair dryers and began to brush. The wailing began immediately... the blend of senses and emotion and pleasure and tickling was too much.
Jo held the vibrator in place and within 30 seconds said “I think there’s one coming. Hard to tell given you can’t even wiggle your toes but I’ll know.... I always know....”
sure enough the girls stomach drew inwards identifying she was trying to arch her back.
The camera panned around to see the nurses scrubbing the soles of her feet which were already bright red presumably from the heat.
One brush sawed relentlessly across the arch, the other up and down on the ball of the foot.
Suddenly jo announced “number 1!” As the first orgasm ripples through the victims body.
“Did that feel good you little slut? I bet it did didn’t it? That tickling might start to feel a bit worse now though? It does doesn’t it! Orgasms might not seem like so much fun anymore after the 8th or 9th... but I’m giving you the attention you deserve! Aren’t I kind?!”
The vibrator went back on the victims pussy, there had been no breaks for the feet.
25 minutes passed and Jo announced that orgasm number 6 was on its way!
One again the camera shot the soles which now looked red raw and unbelievably the pace of the brushwork seemed to have maintained pace....
“Ooooopps!!! Well I have no idea if that was cum or piss you’ve just squired all over the table.... “ Jo spoke calmly given a jet of liquid had just flowed all over the table top. “Either way it’s fucking vile! Have some self control you fucking pervert!”
Once again the vibrator was placed back in between the legs jo glanced back and gave a nod to both nurses.... the camera once more panned around to see both girls were now using one hand to tepidly spider their fingernails over the heels exclusively.
Sure enough 10 more minutes later the girl had orgasmed 3 more times. There was a constant crying sound coming from her hood.... Jo called time.
Placing the vibrator on the floor she walked to the head.... “I’ll see you tomorrow. I hope you rest well tonight. You will need it. We have a long long day together tomorrow”
All 3 women walked off behind the camera, the camera spun around to what looked like behind the scenes....
Just as Joanna was about to hit the stop button Jaz spoke up...
“Hey, it’s like an actual set!!!”
There was a table with snacks and refreshments, 3 chairs with each of the girls belongings on or around it, shoes, nail files, sunglasses, phones ect. The nurses pulled off their masks and let down their hair. Jo sat down In one of the chairs and picked up her phone.
“How do you want her leaving tonight Jo?” The nurse Jada had identified as Sophie earlier asked as she started to remove her scrubs.
Not even looking up from her phone Jo responded calmly
“Errrrm, itching powder in the ears, pits, nipples....” her attention drifted looking at her phone
“Pussy? Toes?” Sophie filled in the blank
“Yes, of course - sorry I just love watching dogs getting rescued in these clips, restored my faith in humanity!!! But yes make sure it’s on the Vagina and her toes.... plug her ears, wax over the plugs so she’s completely in her own head annnnnnd, maybe a butt plug?” She looked towards the other nurse jade who was currently brushing her hair.... “sweet” she replied.
Jo stood up, collecting her things into her handbag...
“Can I ask one of you three to lock up... I’ve got a meeting and I really must dash....”
Sure - came a voice from behind the camera.
“One one more thing girls whilst I remember... use the piss from earlier as her drinking tube tonight!”
There was a combined cackle as the camera was fumbled around with then switched off.
Jo hit stop.
Both Jaz and Jada sat silently... before Jada rubbed her eyes... “wow... just wow! From everything I’ve just seen, what I really want to know is... who the F is the camera girl?!”
Jaz frowned at her friend in disbelief.. could she lack anymore emotional intelligence!
“It’s my daughter... Sasha” Jo said removing the disk from the player...
“Sasha!!! She was this big when I last saw her...” Jada measured with her hand
“Yeah she’s just turned 23 this year, same age as our patient funnily enough... she’s a wedding photographer and budding documentarian! It’s adorable!”
“Cute!” Jada smiles!
“Girls..... I really don’t want to hurry you along but I have to re-open soon!”
“How much is one of those clips?.....” Jaz spoke for the first time since the clip stopped.
“They’re always customs and this particular one was $50k.”
“FIF-TEE THOUSAND?” Jada could barely get the words out in time
“Yes we have a small but growing client list of extremely rich men and women who pay to see our girl here tickled in every way shape and form...” Jo stood and picked the papers from her desk... walking them back to the girls
“If I cut to the chase ladies, I’m more than happy to help you. But I’d also like you to help me... she handed the papers to both girls”
Jaz quickly flicked through, there was a non disclosure agreement, a consent to film agreement, and another document she couldn’t make out....
“You see, fresh talent would be great for business, I see a mutual benefit to us all here.... look, don’t answer now just go home and think abou....”
“Yes....” Jaz spoke, staring down at the papers “we are in....”
“Marvellous!!!” jo responded a smile spreading from ear to ear!
Jada looked on in amazement!
“Now, let’s get you both kitted up for tonight, in case your friend needs any persuasion to sign the forms or accept her new life.... as your tickle slave!!” She held both Jazs hands like a proud mother!
