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Emilia Clarke Dominated; Mistress Vivian
"I never knew that laughter could be so torturous, yet so intoxicating. In the depths of my vulnerability, I discovered a hidden desire that consumed me entirely. As the tickling continued relentlessly, I realized that surrendering to this dark pleasure was inevitable."
Part 1:”Vivian’s Victim”
Emilia sighed as she recalled the events of the afternoon. The tickling scene had been more intense than she had anticipated, but something about that feeling of vulnerability stirred an unexpected curiosity within her. She couldn't shake off the sensation; it was almost as if the tickles still lingered on her skin.
"God, that was awful," she murmured to herself, even though a small part of her was doubting.
She kicked off her shoes and padded softly across the room, the cool hardwood floor soothing her overstimulated soles. Standing in front of the mirror, she untied her hair and let it fall loose around her shoulders. Emilia slipped out of her clothes, leaving them in a pile by the door, and donned a silky robe that hugged her curves sensuously.
"Time for some relaxation," she decided, pouring herself a glass of velvety red wine.
Emilia settled onto the plush couch, her legs stretched out before her. The soft fabric of the robe caressed her skin, heightening her senses. With each sip of wine, she felt the tension in her body melting away. Her delicate feet, now free from the confines of her shoes, flexed and relaxed with every movement. She idly traced her fingers along the arches, marveling at their supple texture.
"Alright, let's see what I can find," she mused, opening her laptop.
As she began researching how to prepare for her next role—a movie that would once again involve tickling, what were the chances!—she realized that the subject was more complex than she had initially thought. She researched how she would tackle the tickling scene better this time. Articles and forums revealed a world of enthusiasts and professionals who specialized in various techniques and methods. Emilia felt a thrill of anxiety coursing through her veins as she imagined herself in the hands of one such expert.
"Is this really what I'm looking for?" she wondered, conflicted between her growing intrigue and the lingering memory of her colleagues' relentless tickling.
"Only one way to find out," she whispered, emboldened by the wine. And with that, Emilia delved deeper into the fascinating and mysterious world of tickling.
After hours of scrolling through various forums and websites, Emilia's eyes widened as she came across a post by a woman named Vivian. The picture accompanying the post showed a beautiful woman with a warm smile and piercing green eyes - her long, wavy auburn hair cascading over her shoulders. Vivian offered to tickle women for free, claiming it to be both therapeutic and empowering.
"Interesting," Emilia murmured, intrigued by Vivian's confident expression and the genuine warmth that seemed to radiate from her.
As she read further, Emilia discovered that those who wished to participate in Vivian's sessions would need to address her as 'Mistress' and follow her instructions throughout the session. This requirement left Emilia feeling both nervous and excited, causing her heart to race in anticipation. She hesitated for a moment before clicking on the link to start a chat with Vivian.
"Here goes nothing," she mumbled as she typed out a message, introducing herself and expressing her curiosity about the tickling sessions.
While waiting for Vivian's response, Emilia couldn't help but let her fingers slowly glide down to her soft, exposed feet. As she traced delicate circles around the edges of her soles, relishing in the sensation, she could feel the tension from the day's events slowly dissipating under her touch.
"Welcome, Emilia," Vivian's reply appeared on the screen. "I'm glad you're interested in my sessions. It's important to face our fears and explore our vulnerabilities."
"Thank you, Mistress," Emilia typed back, her cheeks flushed at the formality. "I must admit, I'm a bit nervous about this. How did you get into tickling therapy? And what can I expect during the session?"
"Ah, don't worry, Emilia. Nervousness is normal. I discovered the power of tickling through personal experience and extensive research. It helped me overcome my own anxieties, and I wanted to share this with others," Vivian explained. "During our session, you can expect a safe, nurturing environment where we'll work together to explore your limits and help you grow."
Emilia bit her lip in contemplation, her fingers still caressing her foot as she pondered the idea of submitting to Vivian's expertise. The thought sent shivers down her spine, but there was something about Vivian that made her feel like she could trust her.
"Actually, Mistress Vivian, I will explain my situation. I'm an actress," Emilia typed hesitantly. "I have a role coming up where tickling plays a key part in the story."
"Really? That sounds fascinating!" Vivian responded, her enthusiasm palpable even through the screen. "Tell me more about this project of yours."
Emilia took a deep breath and began to explain. "Well, the movie is about a woman who gets captured by a group that uses tickling as a form of punishment. They'll do whatever it takes to make her suffer."
"Sounds intense," Vivian replied thoughtfully. "As your guide for this session, I'll be able to help you get into character and prepare for those challenging scenes."
"Thank you, Mistress," Emilia said gratefully. She knew that if she could trust anyone with helping her explore this unconventional aspect of her upcoming role, it would be Vivian.
"Get some rest, Emilia," Vivian instructed. "You will need it for tomorrow."
"Goodnight, Mistress." With that, Emilia closed her laptop, took one last sip of wine, and went to bed.
As Emilia lay beneath her soft sheets, she couldn't help but feel a mix of apprehension and excitement about what the next day would bring. Her mind wandered to Vivian, the mysterious yet kind woman who had offered to help her. Emilia imagined Vivian's warm touch on her skin, guiding her through the experience and dominating her in ways she'd never experienced before. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and soon, the vivid fantasy enveloped her as she drifted off to sleep.
In her dream, Emilia found herself bound, helpless, and completely at Vivian's mercy. The woman towered over her, her eyes filled with confidence, but also a hint of mischief. Vivian traced her fingers along Emilia's body, eliciting gasps and shudders from the actress. Each touch sent shockwaves of vulnerability and excitement coursing through her.
"Submit to me, Emilia," Vivian whispered in her ear, her breath hot against her skin. "Tickle tickle tickle!"
As the dream continued, the tickling intensified, but Emilia found herself craving more. She wanted to be pushed to her limits, to truly understand the depths of her character and the sensations she would endure. And she knew that with Vivian by her side, she could face anything.
When morning came, Emilia woke with a start, her heart racing from the vivid dream. A blush crept across her cheeks as she recalled the images of Vivian that had filled her mind during the night. As she rose from bed, she couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of confidence and determination. Today was the day she would begin her journey into the world of tickling.
The morning sun pierced through the curtains, casting golden rays upon Emilia's face as she slowly emerged from her slumber. She sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and taking a deep breath to steady herself.
"Alright," Emilia muttered under her breath, pulling on a pair of jeans and a comfortable sweater, her fingers still trembling slightly from anticipation.
The countryside stretched out before her, green fields dotted with grazing sheep and quaint farmhouses. The further she drove, the more rural the surroundings became, until finally, she turned onto a narrow lane lined with tall hedges.
"Is this really the place?" she wondered aloud, glancing down at the directions scribbled on a piece of paper. A flutter of doubt crept in, but she brushed it aside, determined to see this through.
As the lane opened up into a small village, Emilia spotted the house she sought – a charming stone cottage nestled amidst lush gardens. It was the kind of place one could easily imagine in a storybook, and somehow, that thought comforted her.
"Maybe this won't be so bad after all," she mused, parking her car and stepping out into the fresh country air.
As she approached the front door, she couldn't help but admire the blooming flowers and the wild ivy snaking its way up the stone walls. She took a deep breath to steady herself, then raised her hand and knocked.
"Hello?" Emilia called out, her voice wavering slightly.
The door swung open, revealing the woman she had been communicating with – Vivian. Her warm smile and gentle eyes instantly put Emilia at ease, and she knew that she had made the right decision in coming here.
"Emilia, welcome!" Vivian exclaimed, beckoning her inside. "I'm so glad you decided to come. I think this will be an invaluable experience for you."
As they settled into the cozy living room, Emilia couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie forming between them. They chatted about the film, the character's journey, and the challenges of portraying such an intense experience on screen.
"Remember, this is all about growth," Vivian reminded her gently. "You're pushing yourself to truly understand your character, and that takes courage."
Part 2: “The Start of the unforgettable”
Upon stepping inside Vivian's home, Emilia couldn't help but notice the peculiar decorations. The walls were adorned with images of feet in various positions, and traces of previous tickle sessions could be seen in the form of feathers and other paraphernalia scattered around the room. There was no denying Vivian's obsession with tickling. Emilia studied her hostess, taking in her attire: a green summer dress that hugged her curves, revealing just enough cleavage to be enticing without appearing overtly provocative.
Emilia couldn't help but notice the room's peculiar atmosphere. Vivian led her into a cozy parlor, where a small table was set with a delicate porcelain teapot and two matching cups. Emilia felt her pulse quicken.
"Please, have a seat," Vivian gestured towards a plush armchair, her voice soothing and melodic. "Let's enjoy some tea and discuss your role."
Emilia hesitated for a moment before sinking into the welcoming cushions of the chair. She watched as Vivian gracefully poured the steaming liquid into their cups, her slender fingers expertly handling the fragile teapot.
"Tell me about the roles you've played before," Vivian prompted, her eyes glistening with curiosity. "I'm particularly interested in the interrogation scene you mentioned earlier."
Emilia sipped her tea, feeling its warmth spread through her body. As she delved into her acting history, she found herself opening up to Vivian, revealing details of tickling she had never shared with anyone else. She described how the interrogators taunted her, their fingers relentlessly exploring her most sensitive areas, pushing her to the brink of sanity.
"Interesting," Vivian mused, her lips curling into a wicked grin. "And how exactly did they tickle you? What methods did they use?"
Emilia hesitated, not quite understanding why Vivian seemed so fascinated by this particular aspect of her performance. But the more she spoke, the more she noticed Vivian's eyes light up with an almost predatory hunger. It sent a shiver down her spine, yet she couldn't bring herself to question Vivian's intentions.
"They used feathers, brushes, and their fingers," Emilia replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was intense, to say the least."
"Indeed, it sounds like quite the experience," Vivian purred, her gaze never leaving Emilia's face. "Now, finish your tea and we'll proceed to the basement for our session."
As Emilia drained the last of her tea, she couldn't help but feel an unsettling mixture of excitement and dread. Despite the foreboding atmosphere that surrounded her, she had no idea what truly awaited her in the depths of Vivian's basement.
"Are you ready?" Vivian asked, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. Emilia hesitated, feeling a mixture of excitement and fear course through her veins.
"I think I am," she replied, trying to muster as much confidence as she could.
"Where will we start off?" Emilia asked, her voice wavering slightly.
Vivian's eyes seemed to sparkle with mischief as she replied, "My basement is where I usually begin my sessions." Her lips curled into a knowing smirk, making Emilia feel a sudden shiver of anticipation run down her spine.
Emilia hesitated for a moment, trying to calm her racing heart. She reminded herself that she had faced challenging roles before and this was merely another opportunity to showcase her acting prowess. With a determined nod, she followed Vivian towards the basement entrance.
As they descended the dimly lit staircase, Emilia couldn't help but recall her dream from the night before. The beautiful Vivian against her as she tickles her. She almost got aroused.
"Is everything alright, dear?" Vivian inquired, genuine concern etched on her face.
"Yes, I'm fine," Emilia spoke, forcing a smile. "Just a little nervous, I suppose."
"Understandable," Vivian nodded sympathetically. "But don't worry. I'll be gentle at first, and if you need me to stop, just say the word."
"Thank you," Emilia whispered gratefully, her resolve strengthening. She was ready to face whatever awaited her in the depths of Vivian's mysterious basement.
"Excellent. Then follow me." Vivian led the way, descending into the basement. As they walked deeper into the dark, dungeon-like space, Emilia's heart raced faster with each step. The walls were damp and cold, and their footsteps echoed ominously throughout the dimly lit hallway.
"Here we are," Vivian announced, pushing open a heavy wooden door that creaked loudly in protest. Inside was a room dominated by a large X frame in the center. Emilia swallowed nervously, her imagination running wild with thoughts of what might happen next.
"Is this... where it happens?" she managed to ask, her voice barely audible.
"Indeed, it is," Vivian confirmed, her tone comforting as she noticed Emilia's trepidation. "But don't worry, my dear, I'll go easy on you."
Emilia glanced around the room, her eyes landing on Vivian. She thought back to her dream, remembering the powerful, alluring figure she had encountered. Vivian her eyes looked just as enticing now, and Emilia couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards her.
"From now on, you must address me as Mistress," Vivian instructed, her voice firm but gentle. "Now, let's get you strapped onto the frame."
Emilia hesitated once more, her anxiety momentarily getting the better of her. But Vivian, sensing her apprehension, offered reassuring words.
"Trust me, Emilia," she said, her eyes softening. "I promise, I will guide you through this experience every step of the way."
Taking a deep breath, Emilia found solace in Vivian's words and nodded. "Alright, Mistress," she agreed, her voice steadier than before.
"Good girl," Vivian praised, a hint of a smile playing on her lips as she gently guided Emilia toward the frame, preparing to embark on a journey into the unknown together.
Emilia's heart pounded in her chest as she allowed herself to be strapped onto the X frame, feeling the cool leather against her skin. The room seemed to close in on her, and she took shallow breaths, trying to calm her nerves.
"Wait here, don't go anywhere" Vivian instructed with a wink, her voice soft but commanding. "I need to change." And with that, she disappeared from the room, leaving Emilia smiling, she was now alone with her thoughts.
Emilia shifted slightly, testing the restraints. Her blue top clung to her body, and her white shorts hugged her curves, making her feel more exposed than ever before. She closed her eyes, attempting to block out the intimidating surroundings.
What am I doing here? she thought, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. This is insane... but I can't deny the thrill it gives me.
As Emilia wrestled with her emotions, the sound of footsteps announced Vivian's return. Emilia opened her eyes and couldn't help but gasp at the transformation before her.
"Wow," she breathed, unable to tear her gaze away from the woman who now stood before her. "You really are good at your job, Mistress."
Vivian had changed into a black latex outfit that clung to every curve, accentuating her already imposing figure. A pair of matching gloves covered her hands, and in one hand, she held a brush with soft bristles.
"Thank you, Emilia," Vivian purred, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Now, let's begin."
Emilia's heart leaped into her throat as Vivian approached, the brush glinting menacingly in the dim light. She tried to steady her breathing, reminding herself of the trust she had placed in this enigmatic woman.
"Remember," Vivian said softly, her eyes never leaving Emilia's face, "you asked for this experience. Let yourself go, and I promise it will be unlike anything you've ever felt before."
Emilia took a deep breath and nodded, her resolve returning. "I'm ready, Mistress," she whispered, bracing herself for the unknown.
"Good girl," Vivian replied, her voice filled with a quiet intensity. She raised the brush, preparing to begin a journey that would test Emilia's limits and reveal hidden depths within them both.
Part 3: “Bad Girls Get Tickled”
Vivian's demeanor shifted abruptly, like a storm cloud rolling in to blot out the sun. The warmth vanished from her eyes as she strode purposefully toward Emilia, who instinctively held her breath. Her heart hammered against her chest.
"Focus, Emilia," she thought, trying to keep her resolve strong.
When Vivian closed the distance between them, Emilia couldn't help but notice how much more imposing she seemed up close. Even her breasts appeared larger than they had from a distance, and the thought crossed Emilia's mind for a brief moment.
"Can't let my guard down," she reminded herself.
Vivian laughed, an icy sound that sent shivers down Emilia's spine. "Staring at my boobs, are you? That earns you a little punishment," she said, her voice dripping with menace.
Before Emilia could react or respond, Vivian reached out and began tracing her fingers along the sensitive skin of Emilia's exposed armpits. Emilia attempted to hold back her laughter, but it bubbled up through her clenched teeth, betraying her discomfort. She tried to focus on her lines, but it was difficult when every nerve ending felt like it was on fire.
"Tickle, tickle!" Vivian teased, her voice cruel and mocking. "Bad girls get tickled."
"Stay focused," Emilia thought, gritting her teeth and steeling herself against the relentless torture. "I can get through this."
Emilia's laughter intensified as Vivian's fingers continued to dance along her armpits, the tickling sensation driving her nearly mad. Her chest heaved, and she struggled to speak through the gasping guffaws.
"Please, Mistress... go easy on me," Emilia begged, her voice hoarse.
Vivian's smile widened, but instead of relenting, she slowed her movements, making each stroke more deliberate and torturous. The anticipation of being tickled harder sent a shiver down Emilia's spine. As Vivian's fingernails grazed the delicate skin, she feigned to press harder, causing Emilia to tense up, awaiting the inevitable onslaught.
"Stop it! You said you'd go easy on me, Vivian!" Emilia protested between bursts of laughter.
"Ah, but you keep being a bad girl, and they need to be punished," Vivian replied, her voice dripping with condescension. "And it's 'Mistress' for you, by the way."
Without warning, Vivian shifted her focus from Emilia's armpits to her ribs, her fingers digging in harder than before, increasing the intensity of the tickling. Emilia's breath hitched, and she let out a high-pitched scream of laughter.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle!" Vivian taunted, her voice filled with sadistic glee. "After this, you'll be more than ready for your role."
"Focus," Emilia thought desperately, trying to keep her resolve from shattering under the relentless tickling. "I have to get through this. I can't show weakness."
Part 4: ”The Games Begin”
Vivian's grin widened, her eyes gleaming with an almost predatory hunger as she absorbed herself into the role of the merciless mistress. Her latex outfit hugged every curve of her body, drawing Emilia's attention to her imposing figure. Vivian leaned in close, her breath hot against Emilia's ear as she whispered, "So, your character gets punished in the scene, right?"
Emilia tried to suppress her laughter, but it bubbled up uncontrollably. She shook her head, refusing to answer and betray her own growing vulnerability. Undeterred, Vivian reached for Emilia's ribs, her fingers slipping beneath the hem of her blue top. "Answer me," she demanded, her voice teasing with authority.
"Ahahahah! She does get punished!" Emilia finally managed to scream out between fits of laughter. "I'm sorry, Mistress, for not answering sooner!"
"Much better," Vivian replied, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Now you need to practice getting into your role of being punished. Let's play a game." She reached for a bottle of tickle oil, its contents promising to make the ordeal even more intense for Emilia.
Emilia's heart raced, her mind torn between trepidation and excitement. She had never experienced anything like this before, and she was determined to prove her resilience. As Vivian approached with the oil, Emilia took a deep breath, bracing herself for what was to come.
Emilia stood there, panting and slick with sweat, her laughter finally subsiding. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her hair plastered to her forehead. The room seemed to spin around her, the intensity of Vivian's tickling leaving her feeling completely overwhelmed and helpless. As she stared up at the woman standing over her, Emilia couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and humiliation.
"Please, Mistress..." she gasped, her voice barely audible.
"Shh, it's okay," Vivian cooed with a comforting tone, though her smile was still unnervingly sinister. "I'll go easy on you now.” She had stopped tickling and looked at Emilia. “However, if you laugh again, I'm going to apply this oil to your sensitive little spots, making things much worse for you. So just try to keep your laughter in check."
Emilia's eyes widened in protest, but before she could voice her objection, Vivian cut her off. "Otherwise, I'll have to gag you, dear."
Feeling the weight of Vivian's threat, Emilia acquiesced, silently nodding her understanding. She bit her lip and steeled herself for what was to come, trying to ignore the tingling sensation that lingered from the previous torment.
Vivian watched Emilia closely, her eyes narrowing as she studied her captive's resolve. The power she held over Emilia exhilarated her, pushing her to continue the game. She knew she had struck a nerve, and she intended to exploit it further.
As Vivian's fingers hovered just above Emilia's skin, threatening to resume their relentless tickling, Emilia's thoughts raced. She knew she needed to stay focused and maintain control, but the anticipation gnawed at her. Would she be able to withstand Vivian's continued onslaught without laughing?
"Remember, not a sound," Vivian reminded her, her voice low and menacing.
Emilia swallowed hard, trying to steady her breathing. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the renewed tickling. Within her, a small part of her was curious—how far would Vivian push her, and how much could she take? And why did she find herself entranced by this woman's control over her?
"Focus," Emilia told herself, determined to prove her resilience in the face of Vivian's game. As Vivian's fingers finally made contact with her skin once more, the true test began.
Emilia clenched her fists, the cold air prickling her damp skin as she focused on her breath. She couldn't deny the twisted magnetism between herself and Vivian, the latex-clad woman who seemed to revel in her control over Emilia's reactions. As much as she tried to concentrate on not laughing, there was an undeniable allure to Vivian that made it difficult.
"Ready?" asked Vivian, her voice barely above a whisper as she leaned in close.
"Y-yes, Mistress," Emilia stammered, forcing herself to focus on anything but the other woman's proximity.
Vivian's fingers hovered above Emilia's belly, still covered by the blue top. She took her time, savoring the anticipation that made Emilia's heart race. Slowly, carefully, she began to glide her fingertips across Emilia's skin, the sensation almost electric.
"Ah, mmm..." Emilia choked back a moan, her eyes squeezed shut as she fought against the urge to laugh. The ticklish feeling was all-consuming, her entire body tensing in response to Vivian's ministrations.
"Such a sensitive little thing, aren't you?" Vivian cooed, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She raised the hem of Emilia's top, revealing her taut stomach and navel. "Let's see how well you do without the fabric protecting you."
Emilia's breathing hitched as Vivian traced patterns around her bellybutton, the contact of her nails making her skin crawl with the most intense tickling sensation she had ever experienced. She bit down on her lip hard enough that it hurt, desperate to hold back any laughter that threatened to escape.
"Good girl," Vivian murmured, her voice darkly approving. She picked up the bottle of oil, uncapping it with a slow, deliberate motion. "Now, let's see how you handle this."
The oil was cool against her heated skin, the slickness making Vivian's touch all the more unbearable. Emilia fought to suppress a moan as the oil was rubbed into her flesh, each stroke of Vivian's fingers sending shivers down her spine. She could feel her resolve weakening, the tickling becoming almost too much to bear.
"Stay strong," she told herself, her mind racing with strategies to resist Vivian's relentless onslaught. "You can do this."
"Stay still," Vivian commanded, her voice firm and authoritative. Emilia's belly quivered beneath her fingers, the anticipation of what was to come making it near impossible for her to remain motionless.
Vivian leaned down, her breath hot against Emilia's exposed skin, causing goosebumps to rise. Her lips met Emilia's bellybutton, and she gently licked the sensitive area, sending a shiver up Emilia's spine. A soft moan escaped her lips before she could stifle it.
"What was that?" Vivian asked, feigning innocence as she looked up at Emilia with wide, curious eyes.
"Nothing, Mistress," Emilia whispered, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"Seems like you enjoyed this a bit too much," Vivian said, smirking as she grabbed the bottle of oil again. "Time for a more intense challenge."
Emilia's heart raced as Vivian poured the rest of the oil into her hand, warming it between her fingers. She began to apply it sensually, all over, starting at the bottom of Emilia's breasts, causing her to bite her lip in an effort to suppress any further noises. The oil was slippery but warm, and Vivian's hands moved smoothly across her skin, dipping just below the waistband of her pants.
"Focus, Emilia," she thought to herself, trying to maintain control over her body's reactions. But as Vivian's fingers danced along her sides, teasingly close to the most ticklish spots, Emilia found it harder and harder to concentrate.
Finally, unable to resist, Vivian's nails grazed Emilia's ribs by suprise, eliciting a surprised laugh from her. Instantly, she tried to backtrack, pleading, "-hahaHa, Please, Mistress, no, no!"
"Too late," Vivian said, her eyes glinting with mischief. "You've already given yourself away."
"Here comes the gag, sweet Emilia," Vivian cooed, retrieving a leather strap with a bright red ball from a nearby table. The ball gag was smooth and shiny, reflecting the dim light of the room. Emilia hesitated for only a moment before parting her lips, allowing Vivian to secure the gag in place. Somewhere deep within her, Emilia found that she appreciated the humility of being so vulnerable in front of Vivian.
As Vivian tightened the strap, a small line of saliva escaped from the corner of Emilia's mouth, trailing down her chin and landing on her top. Vivian noticed this immediately, her eyes narrowing in delight as she reached out to "clean" it up. Instead of wiping it away, though, her fingers brushed against Emilia's nipple, teasing her further.
"Oops," Vivian smirked, keeping her voice low and sultry. "Didn't mean to do that."
Emilia whimpered softly, unable to form words due to the ball gag. She fought to keep her breathing steady and her mind clear, but Vivian's teasing touch sent her senses into overdrive. Her body trembled with anticipation, unsure of what Vivian would do next.
Part 5: “Sensual touches”
Vivian's gaze fell upon Emilia's chest, her eyes narrowing as they locked onto the two hardened peaks that had formed beneath the thin fabric of her blue top. The cool air had left them both prominent and visibly pert. Vivian's lips curled into a sly smile, her amusement apparent as she raised a finger and pointed directly at Emilia's breasts. "Are these ticklish?"
Emilia's eyes widened with a mixture of fear and embarrassment. She looked helplessly into Vivian's eyes, searching for mercy or understanding. Her mind raced, wondering if her answer would even matter in this situation.
"Ah, well," Vivian cooed, her smile only widening. "They are perfect, by the way." As she spoke, she reached out towards Emilia's chest. Instead of touching her nipples directly, though, she allowed her index finger to hover just millimeters from the nipples. Slowly, deliberately, Vivian traced circles around each of Emilia's nipples, never actually making contact but coming close enough that it almost tickled just as much.
Emilia's breath hitched in her throat, her heart pounding as she tried to suppress any reaction. It was difficult; the anticipation alone sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but squirm ever so slightly under Vivian's teasing touch. She wished she could beg for mercy, plead for an end to this, but the gag that filled her mouth rendered her unable to speak.
Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, a cacophony of fear and arousal that made it impossible to concentrate on anything but the sensation of Vivian's finger as it continued its maddening dance. And even though she couldn't speak, Emilia's eyes conveyed a desperate plea, silently begging Vivian to either stop... or finally make contact.
"Enough teasing," Vivian whispered devilishly, and finally allowed her fingers to make contact with Emilia's nipples through the fabric of her blue top. She tickled them gently at first, tracing delicate patterns around the sensitive buds, causing them to stiffen even more.
Emilia's eyes widened as she struggled to maintain composure. The sensation was overwhelming, sending shivers down her spine and making goosebumps rise on her skin. She could feel her arousal building, the sudden sensory overload too intense for her to ignore. Her breathing grew heavier, and saliva pooled behind the gag in her mouth, slowly seeping out and dripping down her chin. She stared into Vivian's eyes with a helpless expression, silently pleading for mercy or release.
"Look at you," Vivian taunted, her voice sultry and seductive. "You're so vulnerable right now, but also so beautiful. It's quite the sight." Her fingers still torturing.
Suddenly, Vivian straightened up, towering over the seated Emilia. She leaned in close, their faces merely inches apart. With a deliberate slowness, she reached up and began to unfasten the gag, maintaining eye contact the entire time. Emilia couldn't help but feel submissive under Vivian's powerful gaze, her heart pounding in her chest.
As the gag finally fell away, Vivian whispered softly, "You've been such a good girl for me. My favorite one ever."
The words struck a chord within Emilia, and an unexpected flashback washed over her. She'd heard those exact words before, in her dream! The memory was hazy, but the sense of déjà vu was strong.
As Vivian's beautiful green eyes closed, she leaned in and tenderly pressed her lips against Emilia's. Emilia felt her sanity melt away as she completely submitted to the overwhelming desire that consumed her. With each heartbeat, it seemed as if their passionate connection intensified, leaving no room for thoughts or fears.
Vivian's warm body pressed against Emilia's, their breasts touching as they shared this intimate moment. The sensation of their skin brushing against one another sent shivers down Emilia's spine, making her acutely aware of every inch of her body. The room around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them locked in a world of their own.
Slowly, Vivian pulled back, leaving Emilia breathless and in awe. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she said, "Open up for me, sweety." Obediently, Emilia opened her mouth and allowed Vivian to reapply the gag, silencing any words that might have formed on her lips.
Emilia suddenly found herself craving more of Vivian's touch, more tickling, more anything to keep this intense connection alive. It appeared Vivian felt the same way, as she bent down to untie Emilia's legs. Once free, Vivian carefully repositioned Emilia, bending her knees and presenting her feet behind her. In this new position, Emilia's feet were more open and vulnerable than ever before.
"Are you ready for what's next?" Vivian asked, her voice full of anticipation and excitement. Emilia hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with uncertainty and fear, but ultimately nodded.
Vivian's tall, imposing figure came into Emilia's view once more, her piercing green eyes staring down at the submissive woman. Emilia's heart raced as she gazed up at Vivian with wide, puppy-like eyes, feeling an odd mix of fear and anticipation.
"Are you ready for some more intense stuff?" Vivian asked teasingly. Her warm hands slipped underneath Emilia's shirt, fingertips grazing the fabric of her bikini as they found their way to her nipples. As Vivian's fingers gently brushed against the sensitive skin, Emilia's breath hitched in her throat, a shudder running through her body.
"Y-yes," Emilia stammered, her eyes rolling back momentarily from the overwhelming sensation. She had never experienced such a heightened state of arousal, and it both terrified and excited her.
"Good girl," Vivian cooed, bending down to plant a soft kiss on Emilia's flushed cheek. In one swift motion, she pulled Emilia's top up over her bikini, leaving her hard nipples even more exposed to the cool air of the room. Emilia's face burned with embarrassment, but she couldn't deny the thrill it sent through her.
Vivian's heels clicked on the floor as she walked around to the back of Emilia, who closed her eyes and tried to steady her breathing. What would come next? She didn't know, and the uncertainty only added to her excitement.
Emilia felt Vivian's hands come to rest on her feet, their warmth radiating through her skin. She held her breath, her mind racing with wild thoughts. What does she have planned for me? Can I handle it? The questions swirled around her head, but deep down, she knew that she would enjoy every second of it.
Part 6:”Complete Surrender”
Vivian's fingers, slender and elegant, glide gently over the sensitive skin on Emilia's feet. The sensation sends a shiver up her spine, causing the corners of her lips to curl into an involuntary smile beneath her gag. She tries her best to stifle her laughter, but it escapes as muffled giggles. Her eyes look into the basement, unable to look behind her, pleading for mercy from the tickling torment.
"Ah, I see we've found your weakness," Vivian teases, her voice soft and warm. The touch of her nails sends a shudder through Emilia's body, knowing full well that this was only the beginning.
Emilia's laughter grows more intense as Vivian's fingers dance across her soles, exploring every inch of her delicate skin. Her nails gently scratch the surface, eliciting a mixture of pleasure and desperation in Emilia's muffled moans. Bound and helpless, she tugs at her restraints, only to find herself unable to escape the tickling onslaught.
"Please," Emilia thinks, her breathing ragged. "I can't take much more of this." But deep down inside her, a conflicting desire arises—an undeniable thrill in her helplessness. It's a feeling she never knew she craved until now.
As Vivian's fingers continue their relentless assault, Emilia finds herself losing all sense of control. Her moans become louder and more primal, her laughter uncontrollable. Every nerve in her body screams for release, yet she is utterly powerless against the intoxicating mix of pleasure and torment.
"Tell me, my dear," Vivian purrs, her breath hot on Emilia's ear. "Do you like what I'm doing to you?"
Emilia's heart pounded in her chest as Vivian continued her relentless tickling, focusing on one foot with both of her hands. She expertly kneaded the tender flesh between Emilia's toes, eliciting more helpless laughter from her captive. The sensation was unbearable, yet exhilarating at the same time—the perfect blend of torment and ecstasy.
"Ah, look at you squirm!" Vivian taunted, grinning wickedly as she traced her nails around Emilia's arches. "You're so ticklish right here, aren't you?"
As Vivian's fingers danced upon her soles, Emilia writhed in her bonds, her body swinging back and forth in a futile attempt to escape the maddening sensations. Her bikini-clad breasts jiggled with each desperate movement, adding another layer of vulnerability to her predicament.
"Please," Emilia thought, her mind racing with conflicting desires. "I can't take it anymore… but I don't want her to stop."
Her body slick with sweat, Emilia's blue bikini clung to her skin like a second layer, her nipples stiffened by the mix of arousal and fear that coursed through her veins. It was a sight that seemed to only fuel Vivian's desire, her eyes betraying a flicker of lust beneath her controlled exterior.
"Such a pretty sight," Vivian whispered, finally ceasing her tickling. Emilia's breaths came in ragged gasps as she tried to recover from the intense sensations, her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and uncertainty.
Vivian circled around her captive, taking in the sight of Emilia's flushed, glistening skin. She couldn't help but admire the way Emilia's curves were accentuated by the thin fabric of her bikini, the beads of sweat that trailed down her body like tiny rivers.
"Did you enjoy that, sweety?" Vivian asked, her voice a sultry purr. Emilia hesitated, unsure of how to respond to the question. Yes, she had enjoyed it—but admitting that felt like giving Vivian even more power over her.
"Answer me," Vivian demanded, her tone firm yet enticing.
Emilia swallowed hard, her mind racing as she tried to find the right words. "I… I don't know," she stammered, her eyes pleading for understanding. "It was… intense."
"Intense?" Vivian echoed, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "Well, then. We'll just have to see what other sensations we can explore, won't we?"
As Emilia's heart raced with anticipation, she couldn't help but wonder what would come next—and whether she truly wanted it to stop.
With a gentle touch, Vivian removed Emilia's gag, the sticky fabric pulling away from her moist lips. Emilia instinctively leaned in for a kiss, her lips seeking the comfort and connection she craved. But Vivian pulled back just enough to avoid the contact, a teasing smirk on her face.
"Would you like oil applied on your feet next?" Vivian asked, her voice seductive and playful. "You like tickling, right?"
Emilia hesitated, her mind reeling from the intensity of the previous moments. The thought of oil combined with more tickling was almost too much to bear; she knew it would make her feel even more vulnerable and helpless. Yet, at the same time, she couldn't deny the desire that surged through her veins, the need for that intimate connection with Vivian. Taking a deep breath, she whispered, "Yes."
"Perfect," Vivian purred, leaning in once again to capture Emilia's lips in a passionate kiss. The taste of Emilia's wet lips, still damp from the gag, only fueled Vivian's arousal. Their tongues danced together, exploring and teasing each other, as Vivian's fingers found their way back to Emilia's nipples, gently brushing against them through the thin fabric of her bikini.
Emilia's heart pounded in her chest, her thoughts a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. As the kiss continued, she couldn't help but smile into it, feeling the fingers of Vivian against her nipples. Her body trembled beneath Vivian's touch, the sensation of pleasure and vulnerability mixing together in a potent cocktail that left her gasping for more.
Vivian broke away from the kiss, trailing her lips down Emilia's neck and eliciting shivers along her spine. Her fingers traced circles on Emilia's back, tickling her sensitive skin just enough to keep her on edge, never allowing her to fully relax. Emilia's mind raced as she tried to anticipate Vivian's next move, unsure whether to brace herself for more intense tickling or to simply give in to the sensations that threatened to consume her.
"Please," she found herself whispering, not even sure what she was asking for. But Vivian merely smiled, her eyes filled with a wicked gleam as she continued to tease and torment her captive.
Vivian slowly pulled back from another heated kiss, her eyes locking onto Emilia's as a devilish grin spread across her face. Emilia's chest heaved with each labored breath, her body shivering with anticipation and desire. In that moment, she couldn't fight it any longer – she was completely under Vivian's spell.
"Emilia," Vivian purred, her voice dripping with seduction, "you would make the perfect tickle slave. Would you like to be mine?"
The question hung in the air, heavy with implications. Emilia's heart pounded furiously in her chest, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts. She wanted to resist, to maintain some semblance of control, but she couldn't deny the overwhelming craving for Vivian's touch.
"Answer me, my dear," Vivian pressed, her fingers gently brushing along Emilia's breasts, sending shivers down her spine.
Emilia hesitated, her lips trembling as she struggled to find her voice. Finally, she whispered, "I... I don't know."
Vivian chuckled softly, a wicked glint in her eyes. "That's okay, darling. I'll convince you soon enough."
With that, Vivian leaned in once more, her lips hovering just above Emilia's. The heat radiating off their bodies was intoxicating, and Emilia found herself leaning forward, desperate for another taste of those soft, enticing lips.
"Ah ah," Vivian chided gently, pulling away just out of reach. "Not yet, my sweet. First, let's see how much more you can take."
As Emilia watched helplessly, Vivian retrieved a small bottle of oil from a nearby table. She uncapped it and drizzled the slick substance over her fingers, her eyes never leaving Emilia's face. The fear of not knowing what would come next, combined with the all-consuming need for Vivian's touch, left Emilia's mind a tangled mess of thoughts and emotions.
I shouldn't want this, she thought, her body tense as she prepared herself for what was to come. But somehow, I can't resist...
"Ready?" Vivian asked, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes.
Emilia swallowed hard, nodding once.
Part 7:”A lot of Feet Tickling”
Vivian's hands, glistening with oil, meticulously covered every inch of Emilia's feet. The room was filled with the scent of lavender as she worked the oil into every crevice, making sure not to miss any spot. Each stroke of Vivian's hand sent shivers down Emilia's spine, but it wasn't the ticklish sensation she had expected - instead, it was an electrifying feeling of arousal that coursed through her body.
"Oops, almost forgot," Vivian said, her voice sultry and teasing. She quickly walked back to Emilia and reached for the red, leather gag resting on a table nearby. "Open up, darling," Vivian instructed with a wicked smirk.
Emilia hesitated for a moment but complied, opening her mouth to accept the gag. Emilia could feel the pressure against her lips and teeth, forcing her to focus on breathing through her nose. A sense of vulnerability washed over her, amplified by Vivian's knowing smile.
Helplessness settled in Emilia's chest as she took in her current state - her oiled up feet, her bikini-clad breasts with hardened nipples pointing defiantly in the air. Despite her situation, she couldn't help but want this. The thought of being Vivian's tickle slave forever echoed in her mind, equal parts terrifying and exhilarating. It felt like a dream, one that she never knew she wanted until now.
"Ready for some fun?" Vivian purred, her nails hovering just above Emilia's soles, teasingly close.
Emilia braced herself, her breath hitching as Vivian's nails made contact with her arches. The laughter bubbled up from deep within her, muffled by the gag. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of the chaotic mixture of sensations and emotions overwhelming her.
Emilia's laughter grew more intense, her body no longer tense with resistance but surrendering to the tickling sensation. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath between bouts of hysterical giggles that escaped past the gag.
"Ah, there it is," Vivian said, a victorious glint in her eyes as she watched Emilia finally give in. "That's what I've been waiting for."
Vivian increased the intensity of her tickling, her nails dancing across Emilia's oiled feet, expertly teasing and tormenting every inch. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Emilia's back as she whispered taunts.
"Look at you, so helpless and weak," Vivian teased, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You're completely under my control now, aren't you?"
Emilia couldn't deny it, her thoughts a whirlwind of conflicted emotions. Shame, desire, and an odd sense of relief all blended together as she allowed herself to sink deeper into submission.
"Please... stop," she managed to choke out, her words muffled by the gag. But even as she spoke them, she knew she didn't want Vivian to stop. The tickling was unbearable, yes, but it was also addicting, consuming her mind and body entirely.
Vivian chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying the power she held over her captive. "Oh, I don't think so," she purred, her fingers continuing their relentless assault on Emilia's sensitive soles. "You're mine now"
A shiver ran down Emilia's spine, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through her veins. She closed her eyes, allowing the sensations to wash over her, knowing that there was no escape from Vivian's touch.
Emilia's eyes darted wildly in their sockets, her body convulsing with every stroke of Vivian's nails. The tickling sensations coursed through her like electricity, pushing her to the brink of sanity and back again. Her laughter was a mixture of desperation and surrender, the sound muffled by the gag as tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Look at you," Vivian said, her voice sultry and filled with wicked glee. "You're completely losing it, aren't you?"
She focused her attention on the spaces between Emilia's toes, her fingers expertly navigating the sensitive crevices. Emilia's entire body bucked and thrashed, her chest heaving with each breath as her bikini strained against her movements.
"Such wonderful reactions," Vivian purred, her eyes sparkling with delight. "I wonder how much more you can take before you completely unravel?"
The tickling continued, and Emilia could sense her own arousal growing stronger with each passing moment. Her oiled skin glistened under the soft light, making her feel even more exposed and vulnerable. She tried to focus on anything other than the overwhelming sensations, but Vivian's presence consumed her thoughts entirely.
"Vivian," she wanted to scream, but the gag turned her plea into an incoherent mumble. She could only hope that her captor understood the depth of her desire and the intensity of her submission.
"Are you begging for more, my dear?" Vivian asked, her tone dripping with feigned innocence. "Or are you asking for mercy? It's so hard to tell when you're all tied up like this."
Emilia's mind raced with conflicting emotions. She desperately wanted release from the relentless tickling, but at the same time, she craved the connection with Vivian, the feeling of being completely under her control. Her body shook with laughter and desire, a potent cocktail of sensations that threatened to consume her entirely.
"Either way," Vivian said softly, her fingers still dancing across Emilia's feet, "I'm not done with you yet."
The tickling finally ceased, leaving Emilia gasping for air as her body trembled from the intensity of what she had just experienced. Vivian's fingers retreated from her sensitive skin, and Emilia could feel the soft pressure of her captor's fingertips as they gently removed the gag from between her lips.
"Seems like you enjoyed that, didn't you?" Vivian whispered, her eyes locked onto Emilia's, which were still wide with a mixture of shock, desire, and utter vulnerability.
"Vivian," Emilia murmured, her voice hoarse from the stifled laughter and pleading that had filled the room moments ago.
The gag was removed. Without any further words, their mouths met in a fierce, passionate kiss that seemed to consume them both. Vivian pressed her body tightly against Emilia's, causing her to let out a small gasp as the air was forced from her lungs. Their lips danced together, their tongues entwining, and Vivian could taste the sweet remnants of the gag’s taste in Emilia’s mouth.
"Did you miss me?" Vivian teased between kisses, her breath hot against Emilia's flushed cheeks. Her hand slid up Emilia's side, tracing the curve of her waist before finding its way into her armpit, fingers beginning another round of tormenting tickles.
"Yes!" Emilia moaned, torn between the pleasure of their kiss and the sensation of Vivian's touch. She tried to wriggle away, but Vivian's grip held her steady, her other arm wrapped around Emilia's waist in an unyielding embrace.
"Tell me how much you love it," Vivian commanded, her voice low and sultry as their lips separated for a moment.
"I love it," Emilia begged, her mind swimming with the intoxicating combination of desire and ticklish discomfort. "I can't... I can't think straight."
"Good," Vivian purred, her fingers continuing their relentless dance. "I don't want you to think. I just want you to feel."
"Wait here, my sweet slave," Vivian whispered into Emilia's ear before pulling away. "I have a surprise for you."
Emilia watched, breathing heavily, as Vivian exited the room. Her body was slick with oil, her skin flushed and warm from the tickling she had just endured. She felt both vulnerable and utterly alive, a kind of pleasure-vulerability that she couldn't quite comprehend. As much as she tried to resist, she could not deny the undeniable attraction she felt towards Vivian.
The sound of footsteps and muffled voices drifted down from upstairs, and Emilia realized that Vivian must be letting someone in. The thought of others seeing her like this should have terrified her, but instead, it only heightened her excitement. If Vivian wanted her to be seen like this, who was she to refuse?
The door opened, and Vivian strode back into the room, her face lit up with an almost wicked smile. Behind her followed three women, each clad in leather and exuding dominance. Emilia's eyes widened as she took them all in.
The first woman had brown hair cascading down her back, framing her voluptuous figure. The tight leather corset she wore accentuated her ample cleavage, and her eyes seemed to pierce right through Emilia's soul.
"Emilia, meet Scarlett," Vivian said, gesturing towards the woman. "She has quite a talent for finding the most sensitive spots on a person's body."
"Delighted," Scarlett purred, her gaze never leaving Emilia.
The second woman was statuesque, her skin glistening under the dim light. She had a regal air about her, and the leather suit she wore hugged every curve of her toned body. Her dark eyes were filled with a promise of both pleasure and pain.
"Next, we have Dominique. She's well-versed in the art of restraint," Vivian said, a hint of pride in her voice.
"Hello, Emilia," Dominique said, her voice dripping with both sweetness and authority.
The third woman was blonde, her presence filled the room. She wore a leather bustier that left little to the imagination. Her ice blue eyes seemed to hold a secret that only she knew.
"Finally, this is Isabella. She's an expert in combining tickling with other forms of... pleasure," Vivian introduced, her voice low and sultry.
"Nice to meet you, Emilia," Isabella said, her lips curling into a knowing smile.
Emilia's heart raced as she tried to process the presence of these three powerful women. What did Vivian have planned for her? And why did the thought of it send shivers down her spine?
"Welcome them, Emilia," Vivian ordered, her voice firm but gentle.
"Y-yes, Mistress," Emilia stuttered, struggling to keep her fear and desire in check. "I'm honored to meet you all."
"Good girl," Vivian cooed, her hand reaching out to stroke Emilia's cheek. "Now, let the fun begin."
Vivian's voice echoed through the room, "Introduce yourselves to Emilia properly."
Emilia's heart pounded as the first woman, Scarlett, stepped forward. Her piercing eyes seemed to pierce Emilia's soul as she leaned in for the kiss. Their lips met, and Emilia felt the warmth of Scarlett’s soft yet assertive touch. The scent of her leather outfit mixed with her intoxicating perfume filled Emilia's senses. As Scarlett pulled away, she left a lingering sensation that sent shivers down Emilia's spine.
"Your turn, Dominique," Vivian said with a satisfied smile.
Dominique's sultry gaze never left Emilia's as she approached. Her full lips pressed against Emilia's, and Emilia couldn't help but feel entranced by their smooth texture. Dominique's tongue teased Emilia's bottom lip, hinting at her playful nature beneath her authoritative exterior. When the kiss ended, Emilia found herself longing for more.
"Isabella, you're up," Vivian commanded, her voice laced with excitement.
Isabella's icy blue eyes sparkled with mischief as she stepped forward. She cupped Emilia's face gently, her cold fingers contrasting with the heat of the moment. Their lips connected, and Emilia was instantly enveloped in a whirlwind of sensations - Isabella's kiss was both tender and hungry, leaving Emilia breathless and wanting. As Isabella withdrew, her fingers trailed along Emilia's jawline, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't deny.
"Emilia," Vivian announced, "These are your new mistresses. They help me with tickling the best girls. I told them about you, and they all were so excited and wanted some tickling done on their own."
Emilia's heart threatened to burst from her chest. These three captivating women, all ready to take part in her tickling fantasy, filled her with anticipation and desire. She struggled to find the words to express her excitement but managed a breathless whisper, "Thank you, Mistress Vivian."
Vivian smirked, pleased by Emilia's response. "You're welcome, my dear. Now, let's see what you're truly capable of."
Part 8: “The finale”
Vivian leaned in, her face mere inches from Emilia's, and whispered with a teasing grin, "I will leave you without a gag now, let's see if you behave." She stepped back, giving Emilia room to breathe. "Isabella, would you do the honor of starting us off?"
"Of course," Isabella replied, a wicked smile spreading across her face. She sauntered over to Emilia, who could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she anticipated what was coming. Isabella raised her fingers and began tickling Emilia's armpits. Emilia gasped, her body shivering with excitement and arousal; she could barely contain herself.
Scarlett, intrigued by the scene unfolding before her, decided to join in on the fun. She approached Emilia from behind, her warm breath brushing against the nape of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Gently, she moved her fingertips to Emilia's bellybutton, recreating the same ticklish sensation Vivian had previously elicited. The feeling was electrifying, and Emilia couldn't help but squirm with pleasure.
"Wow, looks like your nipples are really liking this," Vivian commented, her eyes fixated on Emilia's blue bikini. Isabella, seizing the opportunity, began to tickle Emilia's stiff nipples through the thin fabric. Emilia's face flushed red, and her breathing grew heavy as she tried to suppress her mounting arousal.
"Can't resist, can you?" Isabella teased, increasing the pressure of her fingers, causing Emilia's chaotic expression to grow even more flustered. The combination of sensations – Scarlett's delicate touch on her bellybutton, Isabella's relentless fingers on her nipples, and Vivian's sultry gaze – overwhelmed Emilia. Her mind raced with thoughts of being surrounded by these beautiful women, all focused on her pleasure.
"Please," Emilia gasped between breaths, "don't stop."
"Look at her, she's loving this!" Scarlett exclaimed as the women reveled in Emilia's hysterical laughter, her eyes brimming with tears from the ticklish sensations.
"Time to take things up a notch," Dominique announced with a mischievous grin, retrieving a brush from her purse. As she approached Emilia's feet, Vivian, Isabella, and Scarlett exchanged knowing looks, anticipating the heightened intensity that was to come.
"Brace yourself, Emilia," Vivian warned playfully, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Emilia's heart raced as she braced for the inevitable. She glanced at Dominique, who held the hairbrush with the precision of an artist about to create a masterpiece. Her stomach fluttered nervously, her anticipation building.
"Ready?" Dominique asked with a wicked smile, already positioning the brush near Emilia's feet. "Here we go!"
The moment the brush made contact with Emilia's sensitive soles, her entire body convulsed, her laughter reaching new heights. The bristles danced expertly across her arches, instep, and toes – each stroke sending electric jolts through her system. It was a ticklish symphony, and Emilia was its captive audience.
"Please, please... it's so much!" she gasped between bouts of laughter, her mind struggling to process the intense sensations.
"Viv, maybe some oil will help her handle it better," Isabella suggested with a sly wink.
"Good idea," Vivian agreed, reaching for a bottle of scented massage oil. As she poured the slick liquid onto Emilia's feet, the cool sensation provided a brief moment of respite before the brush resumed its relentless dance. The oil amplified the tickling, causing Emilia to squirm even more desperately.
"Can't... take... it..." Emilia stammered, her sanity slipping away as the oil-laden brush continued its torturous journey. She could feel drool pooling on her bikini, a testament to the intensity of the experience.
"Looks like you need some extra attention," Isabella said, using Emilia's vulnerability as an excuse to return her focus to her nipples. The tickling there only added to Emilia's sense of overwhelming arousal and confusion.
"Please... I can't... it's too much!" Emilia cried out, her laughter and moans blending into a symphony of ecstasy and torment. Her mind raced with conflicting thoughts – wanting the pleasure to continue and also craving more of the intoxicating sensations.
"Alright, Emilia, let's see how you handle this," Vivian teased as she took hold of Emilia's foot. Emilia could feel her heartbeat quicken in anticipation, knowing that a new wave of tickling sensations awaited her.
"Vivian... please... it's too much already!" Emilia panted, trying to catch her breath after the previous onslaught. But Vivian only smirked and began running her fingers between Emilia's toes, reigniting the ticklish fire within her. Emilia gasped at the renewed intensity, feeling her arousal build with every delicate touch.
"Ah! I... I'm so... sensitive!" Emilia moaned, her body writhing in response to Vivian's skilled fingers. The wetness between her legs intensified, threatening to push her over the edge.
"Are you close, Emilia?" Vivian asked seductively, glancing up at her captive plaything. "I think it's time we take this to the next level." She stepped in front of Emilia, signaling for the others to increase their efforts.
"Please... please..." Emilia begged weakly, her laughter and moans filling the room. As Vivian leaned in to kiss her bottom lip, Emilia felt the overwhelming sensations grow even stronger. Her mind was a whirlwind of desire, confusion, and ticklish agony.
"Will you be my tickle slave forever?" Vivian whispered into Emilia's ear, her breath hot against her skin. Unable to resist the combined pressure of their tickling and the promise of eternal pleasure, Emilia screamed out her submission.
"YES! Oh god, yes!" she cried, her body convulsing in the throes of an intense orgasm. Vivian smiled as she continued to tickle Emilia's armpits, sealing the deal with a passionate kiss. Emilia's mind was consumed by the overwhelming sensation, her body surrendering completely to Vivian and her tickling tormentors.
Emilia's body trembled, her mind awash with the euphoria of her orgasm. The women around her continued their teasing, poking her gently and laughing as her face flushed with a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment.
"Aw, look at our little tickle slave," Isabella cooed, grinning wickedly. "All spent and helpless."
"Such a good girl for us," Scarlett chimed in, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Emilia could only manage weak whimpers, unable to form words as she clung to Vivian. Her heart hammered in her chest, feeling both vulnerable and safe within Vivian's embrace.
"Easy now, Emilia," Vivian whispered softly, her lips still pressed against Emilia's. She held Emilia close, providing a sense of warmth and security that flooded through Emilia's veins, calming her racing thoughts.
"Thank you... Vivian," Emilia managed to say between ragged breaths, her hips grinding instinctively against Vivian's thigh. She couldn't help but seek more contact, more sensation, even after the intensity of her climax.
"Shh, my sweet tickle slave. You did so well for us," Vivian praised, stroking Emilia's hair tenderly. "Now just relax and let me hold you."
As Emilia melted into Vivian's arms, accepting her new role as the tickle slave, she knew that despite the humiliation and vulnerability, this was where she truly belonged - ensnared by Vivian's spell and bound by the tantalizing touch of her loving captors.
In this story, Emilia Clarke finds herself drawn into the world of tickling after a particularly intense scene in a movie. Intrigued by her own vulnerability and desire for more, she delves deeper into the mysterious world of tickling therapy. She comes across Mistress Vivian, who offers to help her explore her desires and prepare for her upcoming role. Emilia agrees to meet Vivian at her cottage, where they discuss the movie and Emilia's experiences with tickling.
Emilia is then taken to Vivian's basement, where she is strapped onto an X frame. Vivian begins to tickle Emilia relentlessly, pushing her limits and exploring her vulnerabilities. As the session intensifies, Emilia finds herself surrendering completely to the pleasure and torment that Vivian provides.
The story takes a turn when three other women join in on the fun - Scarlett, Dominique, and Isabella - each bringing their own expertise in tickling. The intensity builds as they continue to tease and torment Emilia until she reaches an explosive climax.
Throughout the story, Emilia grapples with conflicting emotions of fear and arousal but ultimately embraces her submissive desires as she becomes Mistress Vivian's devoted tickle slave.
Emilia Clarke Dominated; Mistress Vivian
"I never knew that laughter could be so torturous, yet so intoxicating. In the depths of my vulnerability, I discovered a hidden desire that consumed me entirely. As the tickling continued relentlessly, I realized that surrendering to this dark pleasure was inevitable."
Part 1:”Vivian’s Victim”
Emilia sighed as she recalled the events of the afternoon. The tickling scene had been more intense than she had anticipated, but something about that feeling of vulnerability stirred an unexpected curiosity within her. She couldn't shake off the sensation; it was almost as if the tickles still lingered on her skin.
"God, that was awful," she murmured to herself, even though a small part of her was doubting.
She kicked off her shoes and padded softly across the room, the cool hardwood floor soothing her overstimulated soles. Standing in front of the mirror, she untied her hair and let it fall loose around her shoulders. Emilia slipped out of her clothes, leaving them in a pile by the door, and donned a silky robe that hugged her curves sensuously.
"Time for some relaxation," she decided, pouring herself a glass of velvety red wine.
Emilia settled onto the plush couch, her legs stretched out before her. The soft fabric of the robe caressed her skin, heightening her senses. With each sip of wine, she felt the tension in her body melting away. Her delicate feet, now free from the confines of her shoes, flexed and relaxed with every movement. She idly traced her fingers along the arches, marveling at their supple texture.
"Alright, let's see what I can find," she mused, opening her laptop.
As she began researching how to prepare for her next role—a movie that would once again involve tickling, what were the chances!—she realized that the subject was more complex than she had initially thought. She researched how she would tackle the tickling scene better this time. Articles and forums revealed a world of enthusiasts and professionals who specialized in various techniques and methods. Emilia felt a thrill of anxiety coursing through her veins as she imagined herself in the hands of one such expert.
"Is this really what I'm looking for?" she wondered, conflicted between her growing intrigue and the lingering memory of her colleagues' relentless tickling.
"Only one way to find out," she whispered, emboldened by the wine. And with that, Emilia delved deeper into the fascinating and mysterious world of tickling.
After hours of scrolling through various forums and websites, Emilia's eyes widened as she came across a post by a woman named Vivian. The picture accompanying the post showed a beautiful woman with a warm smile and piercing green eyes - her long, wavy auburn hair cascading over her shoulders. Vivian offered to tickle women for free, claiming it to be both therapeutic and empowering.
"Interesting," Emilia murmured, intrigued by Vivian's confident expression and the genuine warmth that seemed to radiate from her.
As she read further, Emilia discovered that those who wished to participate in Vivian's sessions would need to address her as 'Mistress' and follow her instructions throughout the session. This requirement left Emilia feeling both nervous and excited, causing her heart to race in anticipation. She hesitated for a moment before clicking on the link to start a chat with Vivian.
"Here goes nothing," she mumbled as she typed out a message, introducing herself and expressing her curiosity about the tickling sessions.
While waiting for Vivian's response, Emilia couldn't help but let her fingers slowly glide down to her soft, exposed feet. As she traced delicate circles around the edges of her soles, relishing in the sensation, she could feel the tension from the day's events slowly dissipating under her touch.
"Welcome, Emilia," Vivian's reply appeared on the screen. "I'm glad you're interested in my sessions. It's important to face our fears and explore our vulnerabilities."
"Thank you, Mistress," Emilia typed back, her cheeks flushed at the formality. "I must admit, I'm a bit nervous about this. How did you get into tickling therapy? And what can I expect during the session?"
"Ah, don't worry, Emilia. Nervousness is normal. I discovered the power of tickling through personal experience and extensive research. It helped me overcome my own anxieties, and I wanted to share this with others," Vivian explained. "During our session, you can expect a safe, nurturing environment where we'll work together to explore your limits and help you grow."
Emilia bit her lip in contemplation, her fingers still caressing her foot as she pondered the idea of submitting to Vivian's expertise. The thought sent shivers down her spine, but there was something about Vivian that made her feel like she could trust her.
"Actually, Mistress Vivian, I will explain my situation. I'm an actress," Emilia typed hesitantly. "I have a role coming up where tickling plays a key part in the story."
"Really? That sounds fascinating!" Vivian responded, her enthusiasm palpable even through the screen. "Tell me more about this project of yours."
Emilia took a deep breath and began to explain. "Well, the movie is about a woman who gets captured by a group that uses tickling as a form of punishment. They'll do whatever it takes to make her suffer."
"Sounds intense," Vivian replied thoughtfully. "As your guide for this session, I'll be able to help you get into character and prepare for those challenging scenes."
"Thank you, Mistress," Emilia said gratefully. She knew that if she could trust anyone with helping her explore this unconventional aspect of her upcoming role, it would be Vivian.
"Get some rest, Emilia," Vivian instructed. "You will need it for tomorrow."
"Goodnight, Mistress." With that, Emilia closed her laptop, took one last sip of wine, and went to bed.
As Emilia lay beneath her soft sheets, she couldn't help but feel a mix of apprehension and excitement about what the next day would bring. Her mind wandered to Vivian, the mysterious yet kind woman who had offered to help her. Emilia imagined Vivian's warm touch on her skin, guiding her through the experience and dominating her in ways she'd never experienced before. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and soon, the vivid fantasy enveloped her as she drifted off to sleep.
In her dream, Emilia found herself bound, helpless, and completely at Vivian's mercy. The woman towered over her, her eyes filled with confidence, but also a hint of mischief. Vivian traced her fingers along Emilia's body, eliciting gasps and shudders from the actress. Each touch sent shockwaves of vulnerability and excitement coursing through her.
"Submit to me, Emilia," Vivian whispered in her ear, her breath hot against her skin. "Tickle tickle tickle!"
As the dream continued, the tickling intensified, but Emilia found herself craving more. She wanted to be pushed to her limits, to truly understand the depths of her character and the sensations she would endure. And she knew that with Vivian by her side, she could face anything.
When morning came, Emilia woke with a start, her heart racing from the vivid dream. A blush crept across her cheeks as she recalled the images of Vivian that had filled her mind during the night. As she rose from bed, she couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of confidence and determination. Today was the day she would begin her journey into the world of tickling.
The morning sun pierced through the curtains, casting golden rays upon Emilia's face as she slowly emerged from her slumber. She sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and taking a deep breath to steady herself.
"Alright," Emilia muttered under her breath, pulling on a pair of jeans and a comfortable sweater, her fingers still trembling slightly from anticipation.
The countryside stretched out before her, green fields dotted with grazing sheep and quaint farmhouses. The further she drove, the more rural the surroundings became, until finally, she turned onto a narrow lane lined with tall hedges.
"Is this really the place?" she wondered aloud, glancing down at the directions scribbled on a piece of paper. A flutter of doubt crept in, but she brushed it aside, determined to see this through.
As the lane opened up into a small village, Emilia spotted the house she sought – a charming stone cottage nestled amidst lush gardens. It was the kind of place one could easily imagine in a storybook, and somehow, that thought comforted her.
"Maybe this won't be so bad after all," she mused, parking her car and stepping out into the fresh country air.
As she approached the front door, she couldn't help but admire the blooming flowers and the wild ivy snaking its way up the stone walls. She took a deep breath to steady herself, then raised her hand and knocked.
"Hello?" Emilia called out, her voice wavering slightly.
The door swung open, revealing the woman she had been communicating with – Vivian. Her warm smile and gentle eyes instantly put Emilia at ease, and she knew that she had made the right decision in coming here.
"Emilia, welcome!" Vivian exclaimed, beckoning her inside. "I'm so glad you decided to come. I think this will be an invaluable experience for you."
As they settled into the cozy living room, Emilia couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie forming between them. They chatted about the film, the character's journey, and the challenges of portraying such an intense experience on screen.
"Remember, this is all about growth," Vivian reminded her gently. "You're pushing yourself to truly understand your character, and that takes courage."
Part 2: “The Start of the unforgettable”
Upon stepping inside Vivian's home, Emilia couldn't help but notice the peculiar decorations. The walls were adorned with images of feet in various positions, and traces of previous tickle sessions could be seen in the form of feathers and other paraphernalia scattered around the room. There was no denying Vivian's obsession with tickling. Emilia studied her hostess, taking in her attire: a green summer dress that hugged her curves, revealing just enough cleavage to be enticing without appearing overtly provocative.
Emilia couldn't help but notice the room's peculiar atmosphere. Vivian led her into a cozy parlor, where a small table was set with a delicate porcelain teapot and two matching cups. Emilia felt her pulse quicken.
"Please, have a seat," Vivian gestured towards a plush armchair, her voice soothing and melodic. "Let's enjoy some tea and discuss your role."
Emilia hesitated for a moment before sinking into the welcoming cushions of the chair. She watched as Vivian gracefully poured the steaming liquid into their cups, her slender fingers expertly handling the fragile teapot.
"Tell me about the roles you've played before," Vivian prompted, her eyes glistening with curiosity. "I'm particularly interested in the interrogation scene you mentioned earlier."
Emilia sipped her tea, feeling its warmth spread through her body. As she delved into her acting history, she found herself opening up to Vivian, revealing details of tickling she had never shared with anyone else. She described how the interrogators taunted her, their fingers relentlessly exploring her most sensitive areas, pushing her to the brink of sanity.
"Interesting," Vivian mused, her lips curling into a wicked grin. "And how exactly did they tickle you? What methods did they use?"
Emilia hesitated, not quite understanding why Vivian seemed so fascinated by this particular aspect of her performance. But the more she spoke, the more she noticed Vivian's eyes light up with an almost predatory hunger. It sent a shiver down her spine, yet she couldn't bring herself to question Vivian's intentions.
"They used feathers, brushes, and their fingers," Emilia replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was intense, to say the least."
"Indeed, it sounds like quite the experience," Vivian purred, her gaze never leaving Emilia's face. "Now, finish your tea and we'll proceed to the basement for our session."
As Emilia drained the last of her tea, she couldn't help but feel an unsettling mixture of excitement and dread. Despite the foreboding atmosphere that surrounded her, she had no idea what truly awaited her in the depths of Vivian's basement.
"Are you ready?" Vivian asked, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. Emilia hesitated, feeling a mixture of excitement and fear course through her veins.
"I think I am," she replied, trying to muster as much confidence as she could.
"Where will we start off?" Emilia asked, her voice wavering slightly.
Vivian's eyes seemed to sparkle with mischief as she replied, "My basement is where I usually begin my sessions." Her lips curled into a knowing smirk, making Emilia feel a sudden shiver of anticipation run down her spine.
Emilia hesitated for a moment, trying to calm her racing heart. She reminded herself that she had faced challenging roles before and this was merely another opportunity to showcase her acting prowess. With a determined nod, she followed Vivian towards the basement entrance.
As they descended the dimly lit staircase, Emilia couldn't help but recall her dream from the night before. The beautiful Vivian against her as she tickles her. She almost got aroused.
"Is everything alright, dear?" Vivian inquired, genuine concern etched on her face.
"Yes, I'm fine," Emilia spoke, forcing a smile. "Just a little nervous, I suppose."
"Understandable," Vivian nodded sympathetically. "But don't worry. I'll be gentle at first, and if you need me to stop, just say the word."
"Thank you," Emilia whispered gratefully, her resolve strengthening. She was ready to face whatever awaited her in the depths of Vivian's mysterious basement.
"Excellent. Then follow me." Vivian led the way, descending into the basement. As they walked deeper into the dark, dungeon-like space, Emilia's heart raced faster with each step. The walls were damp and cold, and their footsteps echoed ominously throughout the dimly lit hallway.
"Here we are," Vivian announced, pushing open a heavy wooden door that creaked loudly in protest. Inside was a room dominated by a large X frame in the center. Emilia swallowed nervously, her imagination running wild with thoughts of what might happen next.
"Is this... where it happens?" she managed to ask, her voice barely audible.
"Indeed, it is," Vivian confirmed, her tone comforting as she noticed Emilia's trepidation. "But don't worry, my dear, I'll go easy on you."
Emilia glanced around the room, her eyes landing on Vivian. She thought back to her dream, remembering the powerful, alluring figure she had encountered. Vivian her eyes looked just as enticing now, and Emilia couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards her.
"From now on, you must address me as Mistress," Vivian instructed, her voice firm but gentle. "Now, let's get you strapped onto the frame."
Emilia hesitated once more, her anxiety momentarily getting the better of her. But Vivian, sensing her apprehension, offered reassuring words.
"Trust me, Emilia," she said, her eyes softening. "I promise, I will guide you through this experience every step of the way."
Taking a deep breath, Emilia found solace in Vivian's words and nodded. "Alright, Mistress," she agreed, her voice steadier than before.
"Good girl," Vivian praised, a hint of a smile playing on her lips as she gently guided Emilia toward the frame, preparing to embark on a journey into the unknown together.
Emilia's heart pounded in her chest as she allowed herself to be strapped onto the X frame, feeling the cool leather against her skin. The room seemed to close in on her, and she took shallow breaths, trying to calm her nerves.
"Wait here, don't go anywhere" Vivian instructed with a wink, her voice soft but commanding. "I need to change." And with that, she disappeared from the room, leaving Emilia smiling, she was now alone with her thoughts.
Emilia shifted slightly, testing the restraints. Her blue top clung to her body, and her white shorts hugged her curves, making her feel more exposed than ever before. She closed her eyes, attempting to block out the intimidating surroundings.
What am I doing here? she thought, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. This is insane... but I can't deny the thrill it gives me.
As Emilia wrestled with her emotions, the sound of footsteps announced Vivian's return. Emilia opened her eyes and couldn't help but gasp at the transformation before her.
"Wow," she breathed, unable to tear her gaze away from the woman who now stood before her. "You really are good at your job, Mistress."
Vivian had changed into a black latex outfit that clung to every curve, accentuating her already imposing figure. A pair of matching gloves covered her hands, and in one hand, she held a brush with soft bristles.
"Thank you, Emilia," Vivian purred, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Now, let's begin."
Emilia's heart leaped into her throat as Vivian approached, the brush glinting menacingly in the dim light. She tried to steady her breathing, reminding herself of the trust she had placed in this enigmatic woman.
"Remember," Vivian said softly, her eyes never leaving Emilia's face, "you asked for this experience. Let yourself go, and I promise it will be unlike anything you've ever felt before."
Emilia took a deep breath and nodded, her resolve returning. "I'm ready, Mistress," she whispered, bracing herself for the unknown.
"Good girl," Vivian replied, her voice filled with a quiet intensity. She raised the brush, preparing to begin a journey that would test Emilia's limits and reveal hidden depths within them both.
Part 3: “Bad Girls Get Tickled”
Vivian's demeanor shifted abruptly, like a storm cloud rolling in to blot out the sun. The warmth vanished from her eyes as she strode purposefully toward Emilia, who instinctively held her breath. Her heart hammered against her chest.
"Focus, Emilia," she thought, trying to keep her resolve strong.
When Vivian closed the distance between them, Emilia couldn't help but notice how much more imposing she seemed up close. Even her breasts appeared larger than they had from a distance, and the thought crossed Emilia's mind for a brief moment.
"Can't let my guard down," she reminded herself.
Vivian laughed, an icy sound that sent shivers down Emilia's spine. "Staring at my boobs, are you? That earns you a little punishment," she said, her voice dripping with menace.
Before Emilia could react or respond, Vivian reached out and began tracing her fingers along the sensitive skin of Emilia's exposed armpits. Emilia attempted to hold back her laughter, but it bubbled up through her clenched teeth, betraying her discomfort. She tried to focus on her lines, but it was difficult when every nerve ending felt like it was on fire.
"Tickle, tickle!" Vivian teased, her voice cruel and mocking. "Bad girls get tickled."
"Stay focused," Emilia thought, gritting her teeth and steeling herself against the relentless torture. "I can get through this."
Emilia's laughter intensified as Vivian's fingers continued to dance along her armpits, the tickling sensation driving her nearly mad. Her chest heaved, and she struggled to speak through the gasping guffaws.
"Please, Mistress... go easy on me," Emilia begged, her voice hoarse.
Vivian's smile widened, but instead of relenting, she slowed her movements, making each stroke more deliberate and torturous. The anticipation of being tickled harder sent a shiver down Emilia's spine. As Vivian's fingernails grazed the delicate skin, she feigned to press harder, causing Emilia to tense up, awaiting the inevitable onslaught.
"Stop it! You said you'd go easy on me, Vivian!" Emilia protested between bursts of laughter.
"Ah, but you keep being a bad girl, and they need to be punished," Vivian replied, her voice dripping with condescension. "And it's 'Mistress' for you, by the way."
Without warning, Vivian shifted her focus from Emilia's armpits to her ribs, her fingers digging in harder than before, increasing the intensity of the tickling. Emilia's breath hitched, and she let out a high-pitched scream of laughter.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle!" Vivian taunted, her voice filled with sadistic glee. "After this, you'll be more than ready for your role."
"Focus," Emilia thought desperately, trying to keep her resolve from shattering under the relentless tickling. "I have to get through this. I can't show weakness."
Part 4: ”The Games Begin”
Vivian's grin widened, her eyes gleaming with an almost predatory hunger as she absorbed herself into the role of the merciless mistress. Her latex outfit hugged every curve of her body, drawing Emilia's attention to her imposing figure. Vivian leaned in close, her breath hot against Emilia's ear as she whispered, "So, your character gets punished in the scene, right?"
Emilia tried to suppress her laughter, but it bubbled up uncontrollably. She shook her head, refusing to answer and betray her own growing vulnerability. Undeterred, Vivian reached for Emilia's ribs, her fingers slipping beneath the hem of her blue top. "Answer me," she demanded, her voice teasing with authority.
"Ahahahah! She does get punished!" Emilia finally managed to scream out between fits of laughter. "I'm sorry, Mistress, for not answering sooner!"
"Much better," Vivian replied, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Now you need to practice getting into your role of being punished. Let's play a game." She reached for a bottle of tickle oil, its contents promising to make the ordeal even more intense for Emilia.
Emilia's heart raced, her mind torn between trepidation and excitement. She had never experienced anything like this before, and she was determined to prove her resilience. As Vivian approached with the oil, Emilia took a deep breath, bracing herself for what was to come.
Emilia stood there, panting and slick with sweat, her laughter finally subsiding. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her hair plastered to her forehead. The room seemed to spin around her, the intensity of Vivian's tickling leaving her feeling completely overwhelmed and helpless. As she stared up at the woman standing over her, Emilia couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and humiliation.
"Please, Mistress..." she gasped, her voice barely audible.
"Shh, it's okay," Vivian cooed with a comforting tone, though her smile was still unnervingly sinister. "I'll go easy on you now.” She had stopped tickling and looked at Emilia. “However, if you laugh again, I'm going to apply this oil to your sensitive little spots, making things much worse for you. So just try to keep your laughter in check."
Emilia's eyes widened in protest, but before she could voice her objection, Vivian cut her off. "Otherwise, I'll have to gag you, dear."
Feeling the weight of Vivian's threat, Emilia acquiesced, silently nodding her understanding. She bit her lip and steeled herself for what was to come, trying to ignore the tingling sensation that lingered from the previous torment.
Vivian watched Emilia closely, her eyes narrowing as she studied her captive's resolve. The power she held over Emilia exhilarated her, pushing her to continue the game. She knew she had struck a nerve, and she intended to exploit it further.
As Vivian's fingers hovered just above Emilia's skin, threatening to resume their relentless tickling, Emilia's thoughts raced. She knew she needed to stay focused and maintain control, but the anticipation gnawed at her. Would she be able to withstand Vivian's continued onslaught without laughing?
"Remember, not a sound," Vivian reminded her, her voice low and menacing.
Emilia swallowed hard, trying to steady her breathing. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the renewed tickling. Within her, a small part of her was curious—how far would Vivian push her, and how much could she take? And why did she find herself entranced by this woman's control over her?
"Focus," Emilia told herself, determined to prove her resilience in the face of Vivian's game. As Vivian's fingers finally made contact with her skin once more, the true test began.
Emilia clenched her fists, the cold air prickling her damp skin as she focused on her breath. She couldn't deny the twisted magnetism between herself and Vivian, the latex-clad woman who seemed to revel in her control over Emilia's reactions. As much as she tried to concentrate on not laughing, there was an undeniable allure to Vivian that made it difficult.
"Ready?" asked Vivian, her voice barely above a whisper as she leaned in close.
"Y-yes, Mistress," Emilia stammered, forcing herself to focus on anything but the other woman's proximity.
Vivian's fingers hovered above Emilia's belly, still covered by the blue top. She took her time, savoring the anticipation that made Emilia's heart race. Slowly, carefully, she began to glide her fingertips across Emilia's skin, the sensation almost electric.
"Ah, mmm..." Emilia choked back a moan, her eyes squeezed shut as she fought against the urge to laugh. The ticklish feeling was all-consuming, her entire body tensing in response to Vivian's ministrations.
"Such a sensitive little thing, aren't you?" Vivian cooed, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She raised the hem of Emilia's top, revealing her taut stomach and navel. "Let's see how well you do without the fabric protecting you."
Emilia's breathing hitched as Vivian traced patterns around her bellybutton, the contact of her nails making her skin crawl with the most intense tickling sensation she had ever experienced. She bit down on her lip hard enough that it hurt, desperate to hold back any laughter that threatened to escape.
"Good girl," Vivian murmured, her voice darkly approving. She picked up the bottle of oil, uncapping it with a slow, deliberate motion. "Now, let's see how you handle this."
The oil was cool against her heated skin, the slickness making Vivian's touch all the more unbearable. Emilia fought to suppress a moan as the oil was rubbed into her flesh, each stroke of Vivian's fingers sending shivers down her spine. She could feel her resolve weakening, the tickling becoming almost too much to bear.
"Stay strong," she told herself, her mind racing with strategies to resist Vivian's relentless onslaught. "You can do this."
"Stay still," Vivian commanded, her voice firm and authoritative. Emilia's belly quivered beneath her fingers, the anticipation of what was to come making it near impossible for her to remain motionless.
Vivian leaned down, her breath hot against Emilia's exposed skin, causing goosebumps to rise. Her lips met Emilia's bellybutton, and she gently licked the sensitive area, sending a shiver up Emilia's spine. A soft moan escaped her lips before she could stifle it.
"What was that?" Vivian asked, feigning innocence as she looked up at Emilia with wide, curious eyes.
"Nothing, Mistress," Emilia whispered, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"Seems like you enjoyed this a bit too much," Vivian said, smirking as she grabbed the bottle of oil again. "Time for a more intense challenge."
Emilia's heart raced as Vivian poured the rest of the oil into her hand, warming it between her fingers. She began to apply it sensually, all over, starting at the bottom of Emilia's breasts, causing her to bite her lip in an effort to suppress any further noises. The oil was slippery but warm, and Vivian's hands moved smoothly across her skin, dipping just below the waistband of her pants.
"Focus, Emilia," she thought to herself, trying to maintain control over her body's reactions. But as Vivian's fingers danced along her sides, teasingly close to the most ticklish spots, Emilia found it harder and harder to concentrate.
Finally, unable to resist, Vivian's nails grazed Emilia's ribs by suprise, eliciting a surprised laugh from her. Instantly, she tried to backtrack, pleading, "-hahaHa, Please, Mistress, no, no!"
"Too late," Vivian said, her eyes glinting with mischief. "You've already given yourself away."
"Here comes the gag, sweet Emilia," Vivian cooed, retrieving a leather strap with a bright red ball from a nearby table. The ball gag was smooth and shiny, reflecting the dim light of the room. Emilia hesitated for only a moment before parting her lips, allowing Vivian to secure the gag in place. Somewhere deep within her, Emilia found that she appreciated the humility of being so vulnerable in front of Vivian.
As Vivian tightened the strap, a small line of saliva escaped from the corner of Emilia's mouth, trailing down her chin and landing on her top. Vivian noticed this immediately, her eyes narrowing in delight as she reached out to "clean" it up. Instead of wiping it away, though, her fingers brushed against Emilia's nipple, teasing her further.
"Oops," Vivian smirked, keeping her voice low and sultry. "Didn't mean to do that."
Emilia whimpered softly, unable to form words due to the ball gag. She fought to keep her breathing steady and her mind clear, but Vivian's teasing touch sent her senses into overdrive. Her body trembled with anticipation, unsure of what Vivian would do next.
Part 5: “Sensual touches”
Vivian's gaze fell upon Emilia's chest, her eyes narrowing as they locked onto the two hardened peaks that had formed beneath the thin fabric of her blue top. The cool air had left them both prominent and visibly pert. Vivian's lips curled into a sly smile, her amusement apparent as she raised a finger and pointed directly at Emilia's breasts. "Are these ticklish?"
Emilia's eyes widened with a mixture of fear and embarrassment. She looked helplessly into Vivian's eyes, searching for mercy or understanding. Her mind raced, wondering if her answer would even matter in this situation.
"Ah, well," Vivian cooed, her smile only widening. "They are perfect, by the way." As she spoke, she reached out towards Emilia's chest. Instead of touching her nipples directly, though, she allowed her index finger to hover just millimeters from the nipples. Slowly, deliberately, Vivian traced circles around each of Emilia's nipples, never actually making contact but coming close enough that it almost tickled just as much.
Emilia's breath hitched in her throat, her heart pounding as she tried to suppress any reaction. It was difficult; the anticipation alone sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but squirm ever so slightly under Vivian's teasing touch. She wished she could beg for mercy, plead for an end to this, but the gag that filled her mouth rendered her unable to speak.
Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, a cacophony of fear and arousal that made it impossible to concentrate on anything but the sensation of Vivian's finger as it continued its maddening dance. And even though she couldn't speak, Emilia's eyes conveyed a desperate plea, silently begging Vivian to either stop... or finally make contact.
"Enough teasing," Vivian whispered devilishly, and finally allowed her fingers to make contact with Emilia's nipples through the fabric of her blue top. She tickled them gently at first, tracing delicate patterns around the sensitive buds, causing them to stiffen even more.
Emilia's eyes widened as she struggled to maintain composure. The sensation was overwhelming, sending shivers down her spine and making goosebumps rise on her skin. She could feel her arousal building, the sudden sensory overload too intense for her to ignore. Her breathing grew heavier, and saliva pooled behind the gag in her mouth, slowly seeping out and dripping down her chin. She stared into Vivian's eyes with a helpless expression, silently pleading for mercy or release.
"Look at you," Vivian taunted, her voice sultry and seductive. "You're so vulnerable right now, but also so beautiful. It's quite the sight." Her fingers still torturing.
Suddenly, Vivian straightened up, towering over the seated Emilia. She leaned in close, their faces merely inches apart. With a deliberate slowness, she reached up and began to unfasten the gag, maintaining eye contact the entire time. Emilia couldn't help but feel submissive under Vivian's powerful gaze, her heart pounding in her chest.
As the gag finally fell away, Vivian whispered softly, "You've been such a good girl for me. My favorite one ever."
The words struck a chord within Emilia, and an unexpected flashback washed over her. She'd heard those exact words before, in her dream! The memory was hazy, but the sense of déjà vu was strong.
As Vivian's beautiful green eyes closed, she leaned in and tenderly pressed her lips against Emilia's. Emilia felt her sanity melt away as she completely submitted to the overwhelming desire that consumed her. With each heartbeat, it seemed as if their passionate connection intensified, leaving no room for thoughts or fears.
Vivian's warm body pressed against Emilia's, their breasts touching as they shared this intimate moment. The sensation of their skin brushing against one another sent shivers down Emilia's spine, making her acutely aware of every inch of her body. The room around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them locked in a world of their own.
Slowly, Vivian pulled back, leaving Emilia breathless and in awe. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she said, "Open up for me, sweety." Obediently, Emilia opened her mouth and allowed Vivian to reapply the gag, silencing any words that might have formed on her lips.
Emilia suddenly found herself craving more of Vivian's touch, more tickling, more anything to keep this intense connection alive. It appeared Vivian felt the same way, as she bent down to untie Emilia's legs. Once free, Vivian carefully repositioned Emilia, bending her knees and presenting her feet behind her. In this new position, Emilia's feet were more open and vulnerable than ever before.
"Are you ready for what's next?" Vivian asked, her voice full of anticipation and excitement. Emilia hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with uncertainty and fear, but ultimately nodded.
Vivian's tall, imposing figure came into Emilia's view once more, her piercing green eyes staring down at the submissive woman. Emilia's heart raced as she gazed up at Vivian with wide, puppy-like eyes, feeling an odd mix of fear and anticipation.
"Are you ready for some more intense stuff?" Vivian asked teasingly. Her warm hands slipped underneath Emilia's shirt, fingertips grazing the fabric of her bikini as they found their way to her nipples. As Vivian's fingers gently brushed against the sensitive skin, Emilia's breath hitched in her throat, a shudder running through her body.
"Y-yes," Emilia stammered, her eyes rolling back momentarily from the overwhelming sensation. She had never experienced such a heightened state of arousal, and it both terrified and excited her.
"Good girl," Vivian cooed, bending down to plant a soft kiss on Emilia's flushed cheek. In one swift motion, she pulled Emilia's top up over her bikini, leaving her hard nipples even more exposed to the cool air of the room. Emilia's face burned with embarrassment, but she couldn't deny the thrill it sent through her.
Vivian's heels clicked on the floor as she walked around to the back of Emilia, who closed her eyes and tried to steady her breathing. What would come next? She didn't know, and the uncertainty only added to her excitement.
Emilia felt Vivian's hands come to rest on her feet, their warmth radiating through her skin. She held her breath, her mind racing with wild thoughts. What does she have planned for me? Can I handle it? The questions swirled around her head, but deep down, she knew that she would enjoy every second of it.
Part 6:”Complete Surrender”
Vivian's fingers, slender and elegant, glide gently over the sensitive skin on Emilia's feet. The sensation sends a shiver up her spine, causing the corners of her lips to curl into an involuntary smile beneath her gag. She tries her best to stifle her laughter, but it escapes as muffled giggles. Her eyes look into the basement, unable to look behind her, pleading for mercy from the tickling torment.
"Ah, I see we've found your weakness," Vivian teases, her voice soft and warm. The touch of her nails sends a shudder through Emilia's body, knowing full well that this was only the beginning.
Emilia's laughter grows more intense as Vivian's fingers dance across her soles, exploring every inch of her delicate skin. Her nails gently scratch the surface, eliciting a mixture of pleasure and desperation in Emilia's muffled moans. Bound and helpless, she tugs at her restraints, only to find herself unable to escape the tickling onslaught.
"Please," Emilia thinks, her breathing ragged. "I can't take much more of this." But deep down inside her, a conflicting desire arises—an undeniable thrill in her helplessness. It's a feeling she never knew she craved until now.
As Vivian's fingers continue their relentless assault, Emilia finds herself losing all sense of control. Her moans become louder and more primal, her laughter uncontrollable. Every nerve in her body screams for release, yet she is utterly powerless against the intoxicating mix of pleasure and torment.
"Tell me, my dear," Vivian purrs, her breath hot on Emilia's ear. "Do you like what I'm doing to you?"
Emilia's heart pounded in her chest as Vivian continued her relentless tickling, focusing on one foot with both of her hands. She expertly kneaded the tender flesh between Emilia's toes, eliciting more helpless laughter from her captive. The sensation was unbearable, yet exhilarating at the same time—the perfect blend of torment and ecstasy.
"Ah, look at you squirm!" Vivian taunted, grinning wickedly as she traced her nails around Emilia's arches. "You're so ticklish right here, aren't you?"
As Vivian's fingers danced upon her soles, Emilia writhed in her bonds, her body swinging back and forth in a futile attempt to escape the maddening sensations. Her bikini-clad breasts jiggled with each desperate movement, adding another layer of vulnerability to her predicament.
"Please," Emilia thought, her mind racing with conflicting desires. "I can't take it anymore… but I don't want her to stop."
Her body slick with sweat, Emilia's blue bikini clung to her skin like a second layer, her nipples stiffened by the mix of arousal and fear that coursed through her veins. It was a sight that seemed to only fuel Vivian's desire, her eyes betraying a flicker of lust beneath her controlled exterior.
"Such a pretty sight," Vivian whispered, finally ceasing her tickling. Emilia's breaths came in ragged gasps as she tried to recover from the intense sensations, her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and uncertainty.
Vivian circled around her captive, taking in the sight of Emilia's flushed, glistening skin. She couldn't help but admire the way Emilia's curves were accentuated by the thin fabric of her bikini, the beads of sweat that trailed down her body like tiny rivers.
"Did you enjoy that, sweety?" Vivian asked, her voice a sultry purr. Emilia hesitated, unsure of how to respond to the question. Yes, she had enjoyed it—but admitting that felt like giving Vivian even more power over her.
"Answer me," Vivian demanded, her tone firm yet enticing.
Emilia swallowed hard, her mind racing as she tried to find the right words. "I… I don't know," she stammered, her eyes pleading for understanding. "It was… intense."
"Intense?" Vivian echoed, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "Well, then. We'll just have to see what other sensations we can explore, won't we?"
As Emilia's heart raced with anticipation, she couldn't help but wonder what would come next—and whether she truly wanted it to stop.
With a gentle touch, Vivian removed Emilia's gag, the sticky fabric pulling away from her moist lips. Emilia instinctively leaned in for a kiss, her lips seeking the comfort and connection she craved. But Vivian pulled back just enough to avoid the contact, a teasing smirk on her face.
"Would you like oil applied on your feet next?" Vivian asked, her voice seductive and playful. "You like tickling, right?"
Emilia hesitated, her mind reeling from the intensity of the previous moments. The thought of oil combined with more tickling was almost too much to bear; she knew it would make her feel even more vulnerable and helpless. Yet, at the same time, she couldn't deny the desire that surged through her veins, the need for that intimate connection with Vivian. Taking a deep breath, she whispered, "Yes."
"Perfect," Vivian purred, leaning in once again to capture Emilia's lips in a passionate kiss. The taste of Emilia's wet lips, still damp from the gag, only fueled Vivian's arousal. Their tongues danced together, exploring and teasing each other, as Vivian's fingers found their way back to Emilia's nipples, gently brushing against them through the thin fabric of her bikini.
Emilia's heart pounded in her chest, her thoughts a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. As the kiss continued, she couldn't help but smile into it, feeling the fingers of Vivian against her nipples. Her body trembled beneath Vivian's touch, the sensation of pleasure and vulnerability mixing together in a potent cocktail that left her gasping for more.
Vivian broke away from the kiss, trailing her lips down Emilia's neck and eliciting shivers along her spine. Her fingers traced circles on Emilia's back, tickling her sensitive skin just enough to keep her on edge, never allowing her to fully relax. Emilia's mind raced as she tried to anticipate Vivian's next move, unsure whether to brace herself for more intense tickling or to simply give in to the sensations that threatened to consume her.
"Please," she found herself whispering, not even sure what she was asking for. But Vivian merely smiled, her eyes filled with a wicked gleam as she continued to tease and torment her captive.
Vivian slowly pulled back from another heated kiss, her eyes locking onto Emilia's as a devilish grin spread across her face. Emilia's chest heaved with each labored breath, her body shivering with anticipation and desire. In that moment, she couldn't fight it any longer – she was completely under Vivian's spell.
"Emilia," Vivian purred, her voice dripping with seduction, "you would make the perfect tickle slave. Would you like to be mine?"
The question hung in the air, heavy with implications. Emilia's heart pounded furiously in her chest, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts. She wanted to resist, to maintain some semblance of control, but she couldn't deny the overwhelming craving for Vivian's touch.
"Answer me, my dear," Vivian pressed, her fingers gently brushing along Emilia's breasts, sending shivers down her spine.
Emilia hesitated, her lips trembling as she struggled to find her voice. Finally, she whispered, "I... I don't know."
Vivian chuckled softly, a wicked glint in her eyes. "That's okay, darling. I'll convince you soon enough."
With that, Vivian leaned in once more, her lips hovering just above Emilia's. The heat radiating off their bodies was intoxicating, and Emilia found herself leaning forward, desperate for another taste of those soft, enticing lips.
"Ah ah," Vivian chided gently, pulling away just out of reach. "Not yet, my sweet. First, let's see how much more you can take."
As Emilia watched helplessly, Vivian retrieved a small bottle of oil from a nearby table. She uncapped it and drizzled the slick substance over her fingers, her eyes never leaving Emilia's face. The fear of not knowing what would come next, combined with the all-consuming need for Vivian's touch, left Emilia's mind a tangled mess of thoughts and emotions.
I shouldn't want this, she thought, her body tense as she prepared herself for what was to come. But somehow, I can't resist...
"Ready?" Vivian asked, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes.
Emilia swallowed hard, nodding once.
Part 7:”A lot of Feet Tickling”
Vivian's hands, glistening with oil, meticulously covered every inch of Emilia's feet. The room was filled with the scent of lavender as she worked the oil into every crevice, making sure not to miss any spot. Each stroke of Vivian's hand sent shivers down Emilia's spine, but it wasn't the ticklish sensation she had expected - instead, it was an electrifying feeling of arousal that coursed through her body.
"Oops, almost forgot," Vivian said, her voice sultry and teasing. She quickly walked back to Emilia and reached for the red, leather gag resting on a table nearby. "Open up, darling," Vivian instructed with a wicked smirk.
Emilia hesitated for a moment but complied, opening her mouth to accept the gag. Emilia could feel the pressure against her lips and teeth, forcing her to focus on breathing through her nose. A sense of vulnerability washed over her, amplified by Vivian's knowing smile.
Helplessness settled in Emilia's chest as she took in her current state - her oiled up feet, her bikini-clad breasts with hardened nipples pointing defiantly in the air. Despite her situation, she couldn't help but want this. The thought of being Vivian's tickle slave forever echoed in her mind, equal parts terrifying and exhilarating. It felt like a dream, one that she never knew she wanted until now.
"Ready for some fun?" Vivian purred, her nails hovering just above Emilia's soles, teasingly close.
Emilia braced herself, her breath hitching as Vivian's nails made contact with her arches. The laughter bubbled up from deep within her, muffled by the gag. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of the chaotic mixture of sensations and emotions overwhelming her.
Emilia's laughter grew more intense, her body no longer tense with resistance but surrendering to the tickling sensation. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath between bouts of hysterical giggles that escaped past the gag.
"Ah, there it is," Vivian said, a victorious glint in her eyes as she watched Emilia finally give in. "That's what I've been waiting for."
Vivian increased the intensity of her tickling, her nails dancing across Emilia's oiled feet, expertly teasing and tormenting every inch. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Emilia's back as she whispered taunts.
"Look at you, so helpless and weak," Vivian teased, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You're completely under my control now, aren't you?"
Emilia couldn't deny it, her thoughts a whirlwind of conflicted emotions. Shame, desire, and an odd sense of relief all blended together as she allowed herself to sink deeper into submission.
"Please... stop," she managed to choke out, her words muffled by the gag. But even as she spoke them, she knew she didn't want Vivian to stop. The tickling was unbearable, yes, but it was also addicting, consuming her mind and body entirely.
Vivian chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying the power she held over her captive. "Oh, I don't think so," she purred, her fingers continuing their relentless assault on Emilia's sensitive soles. "You're mine now"
A shiver ran down Emilia's spine, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through her veins. She closed her eyes, allowing the sensations to wash over her, knowing that there was no escape from Vivian's touch.
Emilia's eyes darted wildly in their sockets, her body convulsing with every stroke of Vivian's nails. The tickling sensations coursed through her like electricity, pushing her to the brink of sanity and back again. Her laughter was a mixture of desperation and surrender, the sound muffled by the gag as tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Look at you," Vivian said, her voice sultry and filled with wicked glee. "You're completely losing it, aren't you?"
She focused her attention on the spaces between Emilia's toes, her fingers expertly navigating the sensitive crevices. Emilia's entire body bucked and thrashed, her chest heaving with each breath as her bikini strained against her movements.
"Such wonderful reactions," Vivian purred, her eyes sparkling with delight. "I wonder how much more you can take before you completely unravel?"
The tickling continued, and Emilia could sense her own arousal growing stronger with each passing moment. Her oiled skin glistened under the soft light, making her feel even more exposed and vulnerable. She tried to focus on anything other than the overwhelming sensations, but Vivian's presence consumed her thoughts entirely.
"Vivian," she wanted to scream, but the gag turned her plea into an incoherent mumble. She could only hope that her captor understood the depth of her desire and the intensity of her submission.
"Are you begging for more, my dear?" Vivian asked, her tone dripping with feigned innocence. "Or are you asking for mercy? It's so hard to tell when you're all tied up like this."
Emilia's mind raced with conflicting emotions. She desperately wanted release from the relentless tickling, but at the same time, she craved the connection with Vivian, the feeling of being completely under her control. Her body shook with laughter and desire, a potent cocktail of sensations that threatened to consume her entirely.
"Either way," Vivian said softly, her fingers still dancing across Emilia's feet, "I'm not done with you yet."
The tickling finally ceased, leaving Emilia gasping for air as her body trembled from the intensity of what she had just experienced. Vivian's fingers retreated from her sensitive skin, and Emilia could feel the soft pressure of her captor's fingertips as they gently removed the gag from between her lips.
"Seems like you enjoyed that, didn't you?" Vivian whispered, her eyes locked onto Emilia's, which were still wide with a mixture of shock, desire, and utter vulnerability.
"Vivian," Emilia murmured, her voice hoarse from the stifled laughter and pleading that had filled the room moments ago.
The gag was removed. Without any further words, their mouths met in a fierce, passionate kiss that seemed to consume them both. Vivian pressed her body tightly against Emilia's, causing her to let out a small gasp as the air was forced from her lungs. Their lips danced together, their tongues entwining, and Vivian could taste the sweet remnants of the gag’s taste in Emilia’s mouth.
"Did you miss me?" Vivian teased between kisses, her breath hot against Emilia's flushed cheeks. Her hand slid up Emilia's side, tracing the curve of her waist before finding its way into her armpit, fingers beginning another round of tormenting tickles.
"Yes!" Emilia moaned, torn between the pleasure of their kiss and the sensation of Vivian's touch. She tried to wriggle away, but Vivian's grip held her steady, her other arm wrapped around Emilia's waist in an unyielding embrace.
"Tell me how much you love it," Vivian commanded, her voice low and sultry as their lips separated for a moment.
"I love it," Emilia begged, her mind swimming with the intoxicating combination of desire and ticklish discomfort. "I can't... I can't think straight."
"Good," Vivian purred, her fingers continuing their relentless dance. "I don't want you to think. I just want you to feel."
"Wait here, my sweet slave," Vivian whispered into Emilia's ear before pulling away. "I have a surprise for you."
Emilia watched, breathing heavily, as Vivian exited the room. Her body was slick with oil, her skin flushed and warm from the tickling she had just endured. She felt both vulnerable and utterly alive, a kind of pleasure-vulerability that she couldn't quite comprehend. As much as she tried to resist, she could not deny the undeniable attraction she felt towards Vivian.
The sound of footsteps and muffled voices drifted down from upstairs, and Emilia realized that Vivian must be letting someone in. The thought of others seeing her like this should have terrified her, but instead, it only heightened her excitement. If Vivian wanted her to be seen like this, who was she to refuse?
The door opened, and Vivian strode back into the room, her face lit up with an almost wicked smile. Behind her followed three women, each clad in leather and exuding dominance. Emilia's eyes widened as she took them all in.
The first woman had brown hair cascading down her back, framing her voluptuous figure. The tight leather corset she wore accentuated her ample cleavage, and her eyes seemed to pierce right through Emilia's soul.
"Emilia, meet Scarlett," Vivian said, gesturing towards the woman. "She has quite a talent for finding the most sensitive spots on a person's body."
"Delighted," Scarlett purred, her gaze never leaving Emilia.
The second woman was statuesque, her skin glistening under the dim light. She had a regal air about her, and the leather suit she wore hugged every curve of her toned body. Her dark eyes were filled with a promise of both pleasure and pain.
"Next, we have Dominique. She's well-versed in the art of restraint," Vivian said, a hint of pride in her voice.
"Hello, Emilia," Dominique said, her voice dripping with both sweetness and authority.
The third woman was blonde, her presence filled the room. She wore a leather bustier that left little to the imagination. Her ice blue eyes seemed to hold a secret that only she knew.
"Finally, this is Isabella. She's an expert in combining tickling with other forms of... pleasure," Vivian introduced, her voice low and sultry.
"Nice to meet you, Emilia," Isabella said, her lips curling into a knowing smile.
Emilia's heart raced as she tried to process the presence of these three powerful women. What did Vivian have planned for her? And why did the thought of it send shivers down her spine?
"Welcome them, Emilia," Vivian ordered, her voice firm but gentle.
"Y-yes, Mistress," Emilia stuttered, struggling to keep her fear and desire in check. "I'm honored to meet you all."
"Good girl," Vivian cooed, her hand reaching out to stroke Emilia's cheek. "Now, let the fun begin."
Vivian's voice echoed through the room, "Introduce yourselves to Emilia properly."
Emilia's heart pounded as the first woman, Scarlett, stepped forward. Her piercing eyes seemed to pierce Emilia's soul as she leaned in for the kiss. Their lips met, and Emilia felt the warmth of Scarlett’s soft yet assertive touch. The scent of her leather outfit mixed with her intoxicating perfume filled Emilia's senses. As Scarlett pulled away, she left a lingering sensation that sent shivers down Emilia's spine.
"Your turn, Dominique," Vivian said with a satisfied smile.
Dominique's sultry gaze never left Emilia's as she approached. Her full lips pressed against Emilia's, and Emilia couldn't help but feel entranced by their smooth texture. Dominique's tongue teased Emilia's bottom lip, hinting at her playful nature beneath her authoritative exterior. When the kiss ended, Emilia found herself longing for more.
"Isabella, you're up," Vivian commanded, her voice laced with excitement.
Isabella's icy blue eyes sparkled with mischief as she stepped forward. She cupped Emilia's face gently, her cold fingers contrasting with the heat of the moment. Their lips connected, and Emilia was instantly enveloped in a whirlwind of sensations - Isabella's kiss was both tender and hungry, leaving Emilia breathless and wanting. As Isabella withdrew, her fingers trailed along Emilia's jawline, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't deny.
"Emilia," Vivian announced, "These are your new mistresses. They help me with tickling the best girls. I told them about you, and they all were so excited and wanted some tickling done on their own."
Emilia's heart threatened to burst from her chest. These three captivating women, all ready to take part in her tickling fantasy, filled her with anticipation and desire. She struggled to find the words to express her excitement but managed a breathless whisper, "Thank you, Mistress Vivian."
Vivian smirked, pleased by Emilia's response. "You're welcome, my dear. Now, let's see what you're truly capable of."
Part 8: “The finale”
Vivian leaned in, her face mere inches from Emilia's, and whispered with a teasing grin, "I will leave you without a gag now, let's see if you behave." She stepped back, giving Emilia room to breathe. "Isabella, would you do the honor of starting us off?"
"Of course," Isabella replied, a wicked smile spreading across her face. She sauntered over to Emilia, who could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she anticipated what was coming. Isabella raised her fingers and began tickling Emilia's armpits. Emilia gasped, her body shivering with excitement and arousal; she could barely contain herself.
Scarlett, intrigued by the scene unfolding before her, decided to join in on the fun. She approached Emilia from behind, her warm breath brushing against the nape of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Gently, she moved her fingertips to Emilia's bellybutton, recreating the same ticklish sensation Vivian had previously elicited. The feeling was electrifying, and Emilia couldn't help but squirm with pleasure.
"Wow, looks like your nipples are really liking this," Vivian commented, her eyes fixated on Emilia's blue bikini. Isabella, seizing the opportunity, began to tickle Emilia's stiff nipples through the thin fabric. Emilia's face flushed red, and her breathing grew heavy as she tried to suppress her mounting arousal.
"Can't resist, can you?" Isabella teased, increasing the pressure of her fingers, causing Emilia's chaotic expression to grow even more flustered. The combination of sensations – Scarlett's delicate touch on her bellybutton, Isabella's relentless fingers on her nipples, and Vivian's sultry gaze – overwhelmed Emilia. Her mind raced with thoughts of being surrounded by these beautiful women, all focused on her pleasure.
"Please," Emilia gasped between breaths, "don't stop."
"Look at her, she's loving this!" Scarlett exclaimed as the women reveled in Emilia's hysterical laughter, her eyes brimming with tears from the ticklish sensations.
"Time to take things up a notch," Dominique announced with a mischievous grin, retrieving a brush from her purse. As she approached Emilia's feet, Vivian, Isabella, and Scarlett exchanged knowing looks, anticipating the heightened intensity that was to come.
"Brace yourself, Emilia," Vivian warned playfully, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Emilia's heart raced as she braced for the inevitable. She glanced at Dominique, who held the hairbrush with the precision of an artist about to create a masterpiece. Her stomach fluttered nervously, her anticipation building.
"Ready?" Dominique asked with a wicked smile, already positioning the brush near Emilia's feet. "Here we go!"
The moment the brush made contact with Emilia's sensitive soles, her entire body convulsed, her laughter reaching new heights. The bristles danced expertly across her arches, instep, and toes – each stroke sending electric jolts through her system. It was a ticklish symphony, and Emilia was its captive audience.
"Please, please... it's so much!" she gasped between bouts of laughter, her mind struggling to process the intense sensations.
"Viv, maybe some oil will help her handle it better," Isabella suggested with a sly wink.
"Good idea," Vivian agreed, reaching for a bottle of scented massage oil. As she poured the slick liquid onto Emilia's feet, the cool sensation provided a brief moment of respite before the brush resumed its relentless dance. The oil amplified the tickling, causing Emilia to squirm even more desperately.
"Can't... take... it..." Emilia stammered, her sanity slipping away as the oil-laden brush continued its torturous journey. She could feel drool pooling on her bikini, a testament to the intensity of the experience.
"Looks like you need some extra attention," Isabella said, using Emilia's vulnerability as an excuse to return her focus to her nipples. The tickling there only added to Emilia's sense of overwhelming arousal and confusion.
"Please... I can't... it's too much!" Emilia cried out, her laughter and moans blending into a symphony of ecstasy and torment. Her mind raced with conflicting thoughts – wanting the pleasure to continue and also craving more of the intoxicating sensations.
"Alright, Emilia, let's see how you handle this," Vivian teased as she took hold of Emilia's foot. Emilia could feel her heartbeat quicken in anticipation, knowing that a new wave of tickling sensations awaited her.
"Vivian... please... it's too much already!" Emilia panted, trying to catch her breath after the previous onslaught. But Vivian only smirked and began running her fingers between Emilia's toes, reigniting the ticklish fire within her. Emilia gasped at the renewed intensity, feeling her arousal build with every delicate touch.
"Ah! I... I'm so... sensitive!" Emilia moaned, her body writhing in response to Vivian's skilled fingers. The wetness between her legs intensified, threatening to push her over the edge.
"Are you close, Emilia?" Vivian asked seductively, glancing up at her captive plaything. "I think it's time we take this to the next level." She stepped in front of Emilia, signaling for the others to increase their efforts.
"Please... please..." Emilia begged weakly, her laughter and moans filling the room. As Vivian leaned in to kiss her bottom lip, Emilia felt the overwhelming sensations grow even stronger. Her mind was a whirlwind of desire, confusion, and ticklish agony.
"Will you be my tickle slave forever?" Vivian whispered into Emilia's ear, her breath hot against her skin. Unable to resist the combined pressure of their tickling and the promise of eternal pleasure, Emilia screamed out her submission.
"YES! Oh god, yes!" she cried, her body convulsing in the throes of an intense orgasm. Vivian smiled as she continued to tickle Emilia's armpits, sealing the deal with a passionate kiss. Emilia's mind was consumed by the overwhelming sensation, her body surrendering completely to Vivian and her tickling tormentors.
Emilia's body trembled, her mind awash with the euphoria of her orgasm. The women around her continued their teasing, poking her gently and laughing as her face flushed with a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment.
"Aw, look at our little tickle slave," Isabella cooed, grinning wickedly. "All spent and helpless."
"Such a good girl for us," Scarlett chimed in, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Emilia could only manage weak whimpers, unable to form words as she clung to Vivian. Her heart hammered in her chest, feeling both vulnerable and safe within Vivian's embrace.
"Easy now, Emilia," Vivian whispered softly, her lips still pressed against Emilia's. She held Emilia close, providing a sense of warmth and security that flooded through Emilia's veins, calming her racing thoughts.
"Thank you... Vivian," Emilia managed to say between ragged breaths, her hips grinding instinctively against Vivian's thigh. She couldn't help but seek more contact, more sensation, even after the intensity of her climax.
"Shh, my sweet tickle slave. You did so well for us," Vivian praised, stroking Emilia's hair tenderly. "Now just relax and let me hold you."
As Emilia melted into Vivian's arms, accepting her new role as the tickle slave, she knew that despite the humiliation and vulnerability, this was where she truly belonged - ensnared by Vivian's spell and bound by the tantalizing touch of her loving captors.
In this story, Emilia Clarke finds herself drawn into the world of tickling after a particularly intense scene in a movie. Intrigued by her own vulnerability and desire for more, she delves deeper into the mysterious world of tickling therapy. She comes across Mistress Vivian, who offers to help her explore her desires and prepare for her upcoming role. Emilia agrees to meet Vivian at her cottage, where they discuss the movie and Emilia's experiences with tickling.
Emilia is then taken to Vivian's basement, where she is strapped onto an X frame. Vivian begins to tickle Emilia relentlessly, pushing her limits and exploring her vulnerabilities. As the session intensifies, Emilia finds herself surrendering completely to the pleasure and torment that Vivian provides.
The story takes a turn when three other women join in on the fun - Scarlett, Dominique, and Isabella - each bringing their own expertise in tickling. The intensity builds as they continue to tease and torment Emilia until she reaches an explosive climax.
Throughout the story, Emilia grapples with conflicting emotions of fear and arousal but ultimately embraces her submissive desires as she becomes Mistress Vivian's devoted tickle slave.
