This new Kelly story is very dear to me, as it has a very special guest star, used with permission. It's a present-day sequel to this story…
https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?326688-MMTTD-Young-Kelly-Visits-Amanda
All characters are over 18. Many thanks for the collaboration, and I hope you all enjoy!
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Kelly loved her career as a college professor. Not only did it mean having all the school holidays off, but she was constantly around cute young men. It was Spring Break. The 40-something-year-old blonde was currently sitting on a towel, on the beach sand, on the lookout for her next prey. The thing was, the full-figured vixen was technically bisexual. As far as romantic relationships, she skewed towards women. Young men, in her opinion, were only good for two things: ‘Biological recreation’ - and to tickle the crap out of!
With her double chin, cellulite, big belly, and drooping breasts, Kelly was never the type picked first, or even second, at parties or bars. In spite of this, Kelly decided to be proud of her physical stature, breeding confidence. She chose to wear bikinis at the pool, or beach, like the turquoise blue one she was wearing right now. Sometimes, she would wear them in the privacy of her home; and often, just the bottoms.
Kelly was starting to get discouraged. She put herself out there for every young adult man passing by, but excluding those in large mixed company, or with female companions, no one seemed interested. She was about ready to pack it in for the day, and resolve her urges with a tickling video. As she was gathering up her towel to place in her beach bag, something caught in her peripheral vision. A young man in Navy blue swim trunks, looking no more than 19 or 20, was staring at her. Kelly decided to play it smart. She caught his glare, and pretended to be annoyed.
“Excuse you!” Kelly exclaimed, breaking him from his stupor. “Do you make it a habit to stand and stare? I’m a woman at the beach, not a hippo at the zoo!”
He immediately understood her offense. “Oh... Oh, no! I’m sorry, it’s just...” He stopped, embarrassed.
“WELL?” she insisted.
“You are beautiful. I love plus-sized ladies, and...” he paused again. “...I think you're cute.” he finished, blushing.
Kelly dropped her act. She smoothed out her towel, patted the area next to her, offering him her company. He obliged.
They made formal introductions, and had small talk. Almost immediately, Kelly interrupted whatever story he was starting, with a flutter of nails to his side.
“Whahaha...HEY! Hehe. Watch that! I’m ticklish.” he declared. The last part, without thinking.
“Darling,” Kelly replied. “Let me cut to the chase, as I don’t believe in convoluted plots...”
[Kelly turns to face the reader, and winks at them. Then, turns back...]
“We like each other. You’re at least eighteen?” He nodded.
“So, you’re legal. Great. What say, you and I go to my house now, and spend some naked time together?”
The young man’s eyes bugged at her bluntness, but he nodded out of instinct.
“Just let me make a quick text.” he replied. “Gotta let my buds know I’ll catch up later.”
As he did so, Kelly gathered her things, and then the two made the short walk, joined at the hip, to Kelly’s place.
*******
Once in the privacy of Kelly’s bedroom, she reached for the young man’s trunks. Before he could say or do anything, Kelly gently tripped his legs from underneath him, and, whipped his trunks off in one flourish. She threw them absentmindedly, and they ended up hung over top of her vanity mirror. He got up and immediately reached for her breasts, intending to remove her bikini. She slapped his wrist away, as if blocking an assault.
“Hold on, little one.” Kelly started. “You need to ask a lady, first.”
“M-may I, Kelly?”
“You may!” she declared, spreading her limbs out, openly offering her body.
He made quick work of it, and soon, he was able to enjoy the sight of her voluptuous, Rubenesque, naked frame. He loved every square inch, from her long blonde hair, to the short blonde wisps below her large muffin top. She could see he was getting harder by the second. Kelly nodded at him, giving permission if he wanted to touch. He went forward with passionate kisses to her beautiful tummy.
After a minute, she stopped him. “Would you be willing to try something...sexual...I have in mind?”
He nodded at her, eager for action. Kelly then opened a hidden panel on the wall. With the flick of a switch, panels in the ceiling and carpet opened up, and what looked like padded cuffs attached to lengths of cable came snaking out. She motioned him over. He was puzzled, but allowed Kelly to fit him into this strange contraption. Once the cuffs were comfortably attached to wrists and ankles, Kelly flipped the switch again, pulling everything back up. He was basically taut, nude, and spread-eagled. A sitting duck, so to speak. Kelly frowned a bit.
“Hey, do you think you could rock a double biceps pose for me?” she asked, flexing her arms to demonstrate. He obliged. “That’s great. Hold it there!”
Kelly flipped the switch a final time, picking up cable slack. He was stuck in this strange trap, forced in a basic bodybuilding pose. Before he knew it, Kelly climbed up his body like a tree. She parked herself on top of his most private of parts, and settled in with a contented moan. The cables bounced rhythmically, secure with their combined weight. The young man was apprehensive.
“Um, Kelly... Are you sure this is safe?”
In the zone, she breathily told him: “Not to worry, I’ve had men on here much bigger than you – at least when it comes to actual bodyweight.” She giggled, enjoying her own joke. “Oh, come on, laugh with me, darling!” She reached up under his vulnerable underarms and went to town.
“WHAAAT...AHAHAHAHAHA...NOOOO DOOOON’TTT...HEEHEEHAHA...”
“Sorry darling,” she replied, not letting up. “Pleasure works both ways. This is what I like to do. You want to satisfy me, as well, don’t you?”
He was just about breathless. Kelly let up, long enough for him to choke out a reply.
“YEEHEHEHESSSSS...HAHAHAHAHA...I DOO-HOOHOO...”
Kelly couldn’t respond. At this point, she was on the edge. Then...
“OHHHHH YESSSSSSS...ARRRRRGGGHH!”
The orgasm ripped through her. Kelly collapsed against his body, hanging on, no longer supported by his now soft package. Just then, the front door opened, and someone entered the dwelling. A pale, 30-something frizzy-haired redhead entered the bedroom. In contrast to Kelly, she was a framework of mostly muscles and boobs. The woman, dressed fresh out of her Spin class, saw Kelly, and shook her head almost mock-disapprovingly.
“Really, Kel??? You just can’t keep your hands off those icky boys, can you?” she smirked, betraying her faux-anger.
Kelly saw her and slid down off the contraption, looking sheepish.
“What can I say? I’m guilty. Run of the mill porn just won’t do it for me today.” Kelly greeted her current girlfriend with a make out session, brief, though passionate.
The redhead jerked her thumb at the poor young man. “So, what’s this guy’s deal?”
“He got the job done. I would’ve kicked him out by now, but I discovered how ticklish he is.”
“Oh...REALLY??” Red perked up.
“Uh, huh. Thought you’d like that. Here...”
Kelly reached into her beach bag, and came up with a box of cotton swabs, and a bottle of BBQ sauce. She tossed the swabs to Red, who eagerly opened them.
They approached the young man, still on the contraption. Kelly opened the BBQ sauce, and carefully covered all his toes with it. The sensation woke him up properly. He was confused by the new face, and a little scared.
“Aww, don’t worry little one,” Red piped up, reading his thoughts. Your booty call is actually a lesbian. Well... thanks to pretty things like you, I guess she’s actually bisexual. All I’m saying is, don’t plan anything past today.” she chuckled. “You can still...hang around...though. I hear you’re pretty ticklish. Is that right?”
Kelly went to town on his sauced toes, and she didn’t let up, even when they were licked clean. Kelly couldn’t be happier as long as she had toes in her mouth. Guy, girl... didn’t matter. The poor young man instantly went bonkers, as she ‘ate’ his feet. “I guess so,” continued the redhead, brandishing a cotton swab towards his midriff. “All right, time to visit the ‘Navel Academy’. She dipped her tongue into his bellybutton, and worked out even more laughter with a sudden cotton swab invasion.
Many minutes dragged on. Red underestimated how much fun this guy’s navel would be. His laughter was music to both their ears. She made a mental note to put her number in the young man’s phone, as she couldn’t let his darling divot completely escape her. Thoughts of her phone gave her an idea. With one hand rooting around a male tummy, she used the other to type out a quick text.
“Hey, Kel,” Red looked down at her girlfriend. “You can give this a few more minutes, but we have to be ready to leave in ten. Be careful he doesn’t pass out. I have a surprise for you. Both of you!” Red grinned evilly at the young man’s pathetically hysterical face. Kelly wondered with delight, what it could be.
******
Ten to fifteen minutes later, they were all in a chartered van with tinted windows. The ladies fit their tickle toy so that he was laid across Red’s lap in the back. Trunks around his ankles for easy access. The young man’s bare feet were stuck awkwardly between the front seats, trapped in a custom vice which held them there. Kelly rode shotgun, enjoying her favorite ‘toys’ next to her like a kid at playtime. She was dressed displaying ample cleavage in a big blue beach cover (bikini left at home), with nothing else underneath. Red told her that bathing suits couldn’t be worn in the van. Insurance reasons. Though that sounded strange, Kelly preferred wearing the least possible.
The female driver was nondescript, looking like she came with the van. Dressed in a black pantsuit, chauffer’s cap, and dark shades, she was blank-faced, and all business. She was curvy, and looked to be close to Kelly’s age. If she wasn’t engrossed in her favorite fetish, Kelly might think the driver looked familiar. Meanwhile, Red’s dark crimson fingernail was entrenched in the young man’s bellybutton, wiggling slightly. If it were up to her, that’s where it would stay.
“Back to the ‘Navel Academy’ we go!” Red declared playfully to the hysterical one. “This isn’t over. Even after today...” She grabbed the phone dangling from a pocket of his trunks, and inserted her phone number. “There. Now, you can expect a call whenever I want. Look at this here. My finger and your navel. Both parts of a two-piece puzzle. Coochie-coo!“
Kelly had twisted around in her seat, still belted in, as she enjoyed several toes at once. A toe job, instead of a blow job, as it were. The driver was thankful no one could see in from other cars. Though, she wouldn't mind regularly listening to hearty recorded laughter over anything broadcast on a radio.
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They drove to a chain hotel about two hours away. With two of the women plus the young man dressed as they were, the gang entered through the pool area, as to not arouse suspicion. The driver took command, as she led them up to a room on the top floor, isolated from others. Inside, portable restraints were fashioned onto the poster less bed. Taking charge, the driver forced the young man into this other set of cuffs, till he was once again helpless.
“Make way for a Red Raspberry...” Red started. “Oh, I almost forgot. Kelly, you’re welcome!” Followed by a *PHPHPHFFFFTT* sound, then fresh laughter.
Kelly looked puzzled. Before she could ask anything, the driver took off her hat and shades, and shook her hair free. Kelly could hardly believe it...
“MISTRESS AMANDA?!”
They embraced happily. It had been awhile. Once her savings finally dried up, and Kelly depended upon a teacher's salary, visits to The Tickling Dungeon were not an option. It was for the best, as the magic eventually wasn’t exactly the same.
“You can thank your girlfriend for the surprise, sweetie.”
“Yeah,” added Red. “I had something planned in a couple more days, but after what I walked IN ON today, I had a better idea.”
“How long has it been, Mistr--”
“Oh, no, you don’t--”
“Yes! You will ALWAYS be my Mistress Amanda! The one who showed me to the life I live now. I am forever grateful.”
“I’m glad you kept coming to me after the first time. But I’m sad that I eventually broke your sensitivity.”
“Ah,” Red piped in, looking up. “Is THAT why she’s not ticklish?” she grinned.
“That’s okay,” said Kelly. “Thanks to you, I found my inner-dominatrix. It’s helped me with my confidence. My foot lust, too.”
“But, are you sure you're not still ticklish, I mean...” Mistress Amanda peered down.
“Oh... That!” Kelly’s face ripened like a tomato. “Yes... that’s the one exception. You are the best orgasm I’ve ever had, by the way!” she whispered, out of earshot of a busy Red.
Mistress Amanda beamed. She whispered back. “Don’t think you’re getting away tonight without me torturing the very pussy I named after myself. How IS Little Amanda, anyway?” She lifted Kelly’s beach dress, reached for a large fluffy feather left on the dresser, and lightly brushed it over the precious mound. The blonde quickly tittered, danced, and blushed again. Kelly knew that wouldn’t be the end of it.
“You know what?“ Mistress Amanda added. She took Kelly’s phone, kicked off her shoes, and snapped a close-up picture of her own feet.
“I’m glad our vacation breaks coincided, but until our next visit, enjoy that. My gift to you. Ordinarily, my clients shell out a mortgage payment for such a photo. Use that whenever you need to pleasure yourself. Consider that an order from your Mistress!” They both laughed.
Red ceased teasing the pathetic male creature. She had other places to be.
“Well, I should really let you girls catch up. See you later, Kel, I’m going to call an Uber home.”
Kelly kissed her and Mistress Amanda gave her a friendly hug goodbye. Then, Red left.
‘Vacation, huh? Right.’ thought Kelly. She knew that if Red was comfortable enough to afford a two-hour Uber ride, then Kelly also knew she would one day pay Red back for Mistress Amanda’s Dungeon Fee. The travel – alone – must’ve been very steep.
Seizing what he thought was his opportunity, the young man used a burst of energy to try to escape from the bed.
The two remaining women chuckled. Kelly approached his delicious feet. “Where do you think you’re going, sweetie?” She stroked her fingernail underneath one set of toes. He spasmed.
“Yes, honey, tell me…” Mistress Amanda added, approaching his underarms with the fluffy feather. “Where ELSE might you be ticklish?”
THE END
Mistress Amanda of the ‘My Mom The Tickling Dom’ series is a character of TMF user: Allbutnone86. It was a pleasure to return the favor.
https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?326688-MMTTD-Young-Kelly-Visits-Amanda
All characters are over 18. Many thanks for the collaboration, and I hope you all enjoy!
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Kelly loved her career as a college professor. Not only did it mean having all the school holidays off, but she was constantly around cute young men. It was Spring Break. The 40-something-year-old blonde was currently sitting on a towel, on the beach sand, on the lookout for her next prey. The thing was, the full-figured vixen was technically bisexual. As far as romantic relationships, she skewed towards women. Young men, in her opinion, were only good for two things: ‘Biological recreation’ - and to tickle the crap out of!
With her double chin, cellulite, big belly, and drooping breasts, Kelly was never the type picked first, or even second, at parties or bars. In spite of this, Kelly decided to be proud of her physical stature, breeding confidence. She chose to wear bikinis at the pool, or beach, like the turquoise blue one she was wearing right now. Sometimes, she would wear them in the privacy of her home; and often, just the bottoms.
Kelly was starting to get discouraged. She put herself out there for every young adult man passing by, but excluding those in large mixed company, or with female companions, no one seemed interested. She was about ready to pack it in for the day, and resolve her urges with a tickling video. As she was gathering up her towel to place in her beach bag, something caught in her peripheral vision. A young man in Navy blue swim trunks, looking no more than 19 or 20, was staring at her. Kelly decided to play it smart. She caught his glare, and pretended to be annoyed.
“Excuse you!” Kelly exclaimed, breaking him from his stupor. “Do you make it a habit to stand and stare? I’m a woman at the beach, not a hippo at the zoo!”
He immediately understood her offense. “Oh... Oh, no! I’m sorry, it’s just...” He stopped, embarrassed.
“WELL?” she insisted.
“You are beautiful. I love plus-sized ladies, and...” he paused again. “...I think you're cute.” he finished, blushing.
Kelly dropped her act. She smoothed out her towel, patted the area next to her, offering him her company. He obliged.
They made formal introductions, and had small talk. Almost immediately, Kelly interrupted whatever story he was starting, with a flutter of nails to his side.
“Whahaha...HEY! Hehe. Watch that! I’m ticklish.” he declared. The last part, without thinking.
“Darling,” Kelly replied. “Let me cut to the chase, as I don’t believe in convoluted plots...”
[Kelly turns to face the reader, and winks at them. Then, turns back...]
“We like each other. You’re at least eighteen?” He nodded.
“So, you’re legal. Great. What say, you and I go to my house now, and spend some naked time together?”
The young man’s eyes bugged at her bluntness, but he nodded out of instinct.
“Just let me make a quick text.” he replied. “Gotta let my buds know I’ll catch up later.”
As he did so, Kelly gathered her things, and then the two made the short walk, joined at the hip, to Kelly’s place.
*******
Once in the privacy of Kelly’s bedroom, she reached for the young man’s trunks. Before he could say or do anything, Kelly gently tripped his legs from underneath him, and, whipped his trunks off in one flourish. She threw them absentmindedly, and they ended up hung over top of her vanity mirror. He got up and immediately reached for her breasts, intending to remove her bikini. She slapped his wrist away, as if blocking an assault.
“Hold on, little one.” Kelly started. “You need to ask a lady, first.”
“M-may I, Kelly?”
“You may!” she declared, spreading her limbs out, openly offering her body.
He made quick work of it, and soon, he was able to enjoy the sight of her voluptuous, Rubenesque, naked frame. He loved every square inch, from her long blonde hair, to the short blonde wisps below her large muffin top. She could see he was getting harder by the second. Kelly nodded at him, giving permission if he wanted to touch. He went forward with passionate kisses to her beautiful tummy.
After a minute, she stopped him. “Would you be willing to try something...sexual...I have in mind?”
He nodded at her, eager for action. Kelly then opened a hidden panel on the wall. With the flick of a switch, panels in the ceiling and carpet opened up, and what looked like padded cuffs attached to lengths of cable came snaking out. She motioned him over. He was puzzled, but allowed Kelly to fit him into this strange contraption. Once the cuffs were comfortably attached to wrists and ankles, Kelly flipped the switch again, pulling everything back up. He was basically taut, nude, and spread-eagled. A sitting duck, so to speak. Kelly frowned a bit.
“Hey, do you think you could rock a double biceps pose for me?” she asked, flexing her arms to demonstrate. He obliged. “That’s great. Hold it there!”
Kelly flipped the switch a final time, picking up cable slack. He was stuck in this strange trap, forced in a basic bodybuilding pose. Before he knew it, Kelly climbed up his body like a tree. She parked herself on top of his most private of parts, and settled in with a contented moan. The cables bounced rhythmically, secure with their combined weight. The young man was apprehensive.
“Um, Kelly... Are you sure this is safe?”
In the zone, she breathily told him: “Not to worry, I’ve had men on here much bigger than you – at least when it comes to actual bodyweight.” She giggled, enjoying her own joke. “Oh, come on, laugh with me, darling!” She reached up under his vulnerable underarms and went to town.
“WHAAAT...AHAHAHAHAHA...NOOOO DOOOON’TTT...HEEHEEHAHA...”
“Sorry darling,” she replied, not letting up. “Pleasure works both ways. This is what I like to do. You want to satisfy me, as well, don’t you?”
He was just about breathless. Kelly let up, long enough for him to choke out a reply.
“YEEHEHEHESSSSS...HAHAHAHAHA...I DOO-HOOHOO...”
Kelly couldn’t respond. At this point, she was on the edge. Then...
“OHHHHH YESSSSSSS...ARRRRRGGGHH!”
The orgasm ripped through her. Kelly collapsed against his body, hanging on, no longer supported by his now soft package. Just then, the front door opened, and someone entered the dwelling. A pale, 30-something frizzy-haired redhead entered the bedroom. In contrast to Kelly, she was a framework of mostly muscles and boobs. The woman, dressed fresh out of her Spin class, saw Kelly, and shook her head almost mock-disapprovingly.
“Really, Kel??? You just can’t keep your hands off those icky boys, can you?” she smirked, betraying her faux-anger.
Kelly saw her and slid down off the contraption, looking sheepish.
“What can I say? I’m guilty. Run of the mill porn just won’t do it for me today.” Kelly greeted her current girlfriend with a make out session, brief, though passionate.
The redhead jerked her thumb at the poor young man. “So, what’s this guy’s deal?”
“He got the job done. I would’ve kicked him out by now, but I discovered how ticklish he is.”
“Oh...REALLY??” Red perked up.
“Uh, huh. Thought you’d like that. Here...”
Kelly reached into her beach bag, and came up with a box of cotton swabs, and a bottle of BBQ sauce. She tossed the swabs to Red, who eagerly opened them.
They approached the young man, still on the contraption. Kelly opened the BBQ sauce, and carefully covered all his toes with it. The sensation woke him up properly. He was confused by the new face, and a little scared.
“Aww, don’t worry little one,” Red piped up, reading his thoughts. Your booty call is actually a lesbian. Well... thanks to pretty things like you, I guess she’s actually bisexual. All I’m saying is, don’t plan anything past today.” she chuckled. “You can still...hang around...though. I hear you’re pretty ticklish. Is that right?”
Kelly went to town on his sauced toes, and she didn’t let up, even when they were licked clean. Kelly couldn’t be happier as long as she had toes in her mouth. Guy, girl... didn’t matter. The poor young man instantly went bonkers, as she ‘ate’ his feet. “I guess so,” continued the redhead, brandishing a cotton swab towards his midriff. “All right, time to visit the ‘Navel Academy’. She dipped her tongue into his bellybutton, and worked out even more laughter with a sudden cotton swab invasion.
Many minutes dragged on. Red underestimated how much fun this guy’s navel would be. His laughter was music to both their ears. She made a mental note to put her number in the young man’s phone, as she couldn’t let his darling divot completely escape her. Thoughts of her phone gave her an idea. With one hand rooting around a male tummy, she used the other to type out a quick text.
“Hey, Kel,” Red looked down at her girlfriend. “You can give this a few more minutes, but we have to be ready to leave in ten. Be careful he doesn’t pass out. I have a surprise for you. Both of you!” Red grinned evilly at the young man’s pathetically hysterical face. Kelly wondered with delight, what it could be.
******
Ten to fifteen minutes later, they were all in a chartered van with tinted windows. The ladies fit their tickle toy so that he was laid across Red’s lap in the back. Trunks around his ankles for easy access. The young man’s bare feet were stuck awkwardly between the front seats, trapped in a custom vice which held them there. Kelly rode shotgun, enjoying her favorite ‘toys’ next to her like a kid at playtime. She was dressed displaying ample cleavage in a big blue beach cover (bikini left at home), with nothing else underneath. Red told her that bathing suits couldn’t be worn in the van. Insurance reasons. Though that sounded strange, Kelly preferred wearing the least possible.
The female driver was nondescript, looking like she came with the van. Dressed in a black pantsuit, chauffer’s cap, and dark shades, she was blank-faced, and all business. She was curvy, and looked to be close to Kelly’s age. If she wasn’t engrossed in her favorite fetish, Kelly might think the driver looked familiar. Meanwhile, Red’s dark crimson fingernail was entrenched in the young man’s bellybutton, wiggling slightly. If it were up to her, that’s where it would stay.
“Back to the ‘Navel Academy’ we go!” Red declared playfully to the hysterical one. “This isn’t over. Even after today...” She grabbed the phone dangling from a pocket of his trunks, and inserted her phone number. “There. Now, you can expect a call whenever I want. Look at this here. My finger and your navel. Both parts of a two-piece puzzle. Coochie-coo!“
Kelly had twisted around in her seat, still belted in, as she enjoyed several toes at once. A toe job, instead of a blow job, as it were. The driver was thankful no one could see in from other cars. Though, she wouldn't mind regularly listening to hearty recorded laughter over anything broadcast on a radio.
********
They drove to a chain hotel about two hours away. With two of the women plus the young man dressed as they were, the gang entered through the pool area, as to not arouse suspicion. The driver took command, as she led them up to a room on the top floor, isolated from others. Inside, portable restraints were fashioned onto the poster less bed. Taking charge, the driver forced the young man into this other set of cuffs, till he was once again helpless.
“Make way for a Red Raspberry...” Red started. “Oh, I almost forgot. Kelly, you’re welcome!” Followed by a *PHPHPHFFFFTT* sound, then fresh laughter.
Kelly looked puzzled. Before she could ask anything, the driver took off her hat and shades, and shook her hair free. Kelly could hardly believe it...
“MISTRESS AMANDA?!”
They embraced happily. It had been awhile. Once her savings finally dried up, and Kelly depended upon a teacher's salary, visits to The Tickling Dungeon were not an option. It was for the best, as the magic eventually wasn’t exactly the same.
“You can thank your girlfriend for the surprise, sweetie.”
“Yeah,” added Red. “I had something planned in a couple more days, but after what I walked IN ON today, I had a better idea.”
“How long has it been, Mistr--”
“Oh, no, you don’t--”
“Yes! You will ALWAYS be my Mistress Amanda! The one who showed me to the life I live now. I am forever grateful.”
“I’m glad you kept coming to me after the first time. But I’m sad that I eventually broke your sensitivity.”
“Ah,” Red piped in, looking up. “Is THAT why she’s not ticklish?” she grinned.
“That’s okay,” said Kelly. “Thanks to you, I found my inner-dominatrix. It’s helped me with my confidence. My foot lust, too.”
“But, are you sure you're not still ticklish, I mean...” Mistress Amanda peered down.
“Oh... That!” Kelly’s face ripened like a tomato. “Yes... that’s the one exception. You are the best orgasm I’ve ever had, by the way!” she whispered, out of earshot of a busy Red.
Mistress Amanda beamed. She whispered back. “Don’t think you’re getting away tonight without me torturing the very pussy I named after myself. How IS Little Amanda, anyway?” She lifted Kelly’s beach dress, reached for a large fluffy feather left on the dresser, and lightly brushed it over the precious mound. The blonde quickly tittered, danced, and blushed again. Kelly knew that wouldn’t be the end of it.
“You know what?“ Mistress Amanda added. She took Kelly’s phone, kicked off her shoes, and snapped a close-up picture of her own feet.
“I’m glad our vacation breaks coincided, but until our next visit, enjoy that. My gift to you. Ordinarily, my clients shell out a mortgage payment for such a photo. Use that whenever you need to pleasure yourself. Consider that an order from your Mistress!” They both laughed.
Red ceased teasing the pathetic male creature. She had other places to be.
“Well, I should really let you girls catch up. See you later, Kel, I’m going to call an Uber home.”
Kelly kissed her and Mistress Amanda gave her a friendly hug goodbye. Then, Red left.
‘Vacation, huh? Right.’ thought Kelly. She knew that if Red was comfortable enough to afford a two-hour Uber ride, then Kelly also knew she would one day pay Red back for Mistress Amanda’s Dungeon Fee. The travel – alone – must’ve been very steep.
Seizing what he thought was his opportunity, the young man used a burst of energy to try to escape from the bed.
The two remaining women chuckled. Kelly approached his delicious feet. “Where do you think you’re going, sweetie?” She stroked her fingernail underneath one set of toes. He spasmed.
“Yes, honey, tell me…” Mistress Amanda added, approaching his underarms with the fluffy feather. “Where ELSE might you be ticklish?”
THE END
Mistress Amanda of the ‘My Mom The Tickling Dom’ series is a character of TMF user: Allbutnone86. It was a pleasure to return the favor.
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