As always, Dave, you take fetish fiction up a huge notch.
If you're not a Vonnegut fan... you should be.
You relentless bastard, you. ^^;
The story itself was amazing. Dark, haunting, powerful, masterfully composed, and deeply disturbing.
It seems to me, and I may be completely stating the obvious here, that your work has headed away from tickle fiction nd more toward the psychological entropy, the downward spiral of an addictive mind, or rather an insight into the mind behind the fetish. Instead of most fetish fiction which is intended only to placate that mind, not explore it, not expose it.
The power play between Payne and his "girls" was devilishly well written. And I thought that the ingenuity behind their names was especially clever. The method style of writing definitely removes those carefully constructed inhibitions that we all seem to have. Well done.
As for the story itself, which is to say - the tickle action itself... I found it to be devastatingly difficult to read. Far too real for me. Which kinda says a lot about how I approach my particular fetish, I suppose. You have a rare gift to bring a rawness, a realness, that few are prepared to experiment with. It was sort of like reading Victor Hugo for me. I have such a hard time with the metaphysics and morality involved, but the scope, the mastery of the writing is so pronounced it is impossible for me not to enjoy it. That is a real compliment. Usually when I find a piece of fetish material that does not perfectly meet the "feel" that I look for, I can't finish it. Reading this story in specific was like a trip into my OWN psyche. And that my friend is no small accomplishment.
Anyway... blah blah blah... I could keep blathering on endlessly. But I will instead stop short and simply say that this latest piece is so good that it actually hurt.
My compliments, amigo.
B