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Kira sighed having dropped off the kids at the school gate. It was going to be another long day for her at work, but Kira loved her job.
Kira was a tickle slave!
Not only had the past year or so gotten her out of debt and enabled her to look after her three children it satisfied her own cravings to be mercilessly tickle tortured and sexually stimulated.
Yesterday had been a piece-meal day with only six or seven short sessions of tickle torture, foot worship and vibrator play. Today promised to be far more arduous and intense.
Kira had a regular booked in for her seven hour shift and would forego her lunch break to be wrapped tightly in plastic, tickled and teased. A yummy-mummy in more ways than one! Kira trembled with anticipation as she checked her phone with her keeper, these long seven hour sessions were always the most intense torment.
The only thing that could bring her a reprieve from the relentless torture session was an urgent phone call. Her keeper: A female dungeon employee would pretend to be a friend, give a believable excuse and ask if Kira could call them back. Unless it simply couldn't wait until after Kira's session; the sensitive peroxide-blonde's torture would continue.
At 5 foot 9 Kira could tower over the short bald man in her heels if she wanted to. Until a year ago she would have looked straight through her best client. Since then the short retired engineer had given her the best climaxes of her life, having a fetish for orgasm denial as well as tickling he had devised a cruel contraption that stimulated Kira's pussy, and also detected when she was close t climaxing so it could cruelly cut off leaving her hanging in heaving, moaning anticipation.
Kira had not even known she could climax vaginally as well as from clitoral stimulation until her first trial sessions with the retired engineer. The device combined a suction-cup vibrator with an outer electronic pulser to stimulate her nerves with special electric signals modulated to a specific frequency to activate her nerves without causing pain.
Kira trembled and tingled as the stimulation device was fitted to her already smouldering pussy by one of the dungeon's employees. The prospect of the forthcoming torment was already getting her excited after countless previous sessions under her client's masterful administrations.
He could have had Kira restrained for torment in a number of different fashions: in stocks, with ropes and shackles or even stretched out on a rack or suspended by her ankles. The possibilities were endless but he always requested her restrained and prepared in the same fashion: Tightly immobilised in clear plastic, feet bare and exposed, and of course fully fitted with the cruel teasing vibrator that would respond to her arousal and keep the orgasm she craved frustratingly out of reach.
Within half an hour Kira would plead with him to let her cum. This was not an act, she knew there was no chance her captor would heed her piteous cries but all Kira could do was beg. Every session her captor would keep her begging until the last half hour of and then the floodgates would open giving Kira the most intense orgasms possible due to the long hours of denial. Until then she would suffer tickle-torment and frustration at the cunning contraptions; ‘tease mode’.
Kira’s feet would be the primary focus of his tickling administrations. He would start out gently with fingers and feathers until Kira began to beg. Then he would begin selecting the toys he had laid out for her terrified eyes to see. To begin with Kira would not be gagged so he could hear her laugh and beg for mercy.
He had learnt that he got the best results by using electric toothbrushes between her toes and hairbrushes on her soles, with the best results on her high arches but her heels and the balls of her feet being almost as unbearably sensitive to the terrible bristles. He would sometimes shift to these spots to free her from the terrible rictus of silent laughter for long enough to snort, whine and beg for mercy through peals of desperate laughter.
The engineer had whiled away many an hour making Kira scream for mercy through tears, full body spasms and convulsions by alternating between hairbrushes and electric toothbrushes. He had even set up a dozen electric toothbrush heads on a cruel device to oscillate and whir all over her helpless tied toes and then set to work with a pair of vibrating hairbrushes on her taut high arches.
It was on that day that the dungeon learned just how loud Kira could scream. Even with a ball gag her sound proof cell scarcely contained her primal howls. As well as 'the lungs on the gal!': the way Sandra the northern dominatrix on duty put it, something else was learned about Kira that day. No matter how bad it got: she never passed out from tickle torture.
'The toe-torturers' as the cruel device had been dubbed had since become a regular part of the retired engineer’s routine, but he would leave them for now. Instead he selected a pin wheel and a mascara brush, wanting to build the tickle-torture up slowly over time.
He often sold his creations to the dungeon, and the extra revenue enabled him to enjoy sessions with Kira once, sometimes twice a week. He had tried before she arrived tormenting the other slaves and submissives in this fashion but none could stand it for more than a few hours without passing out.
Kira kept her feet soft and sensitive for her clients. Still her captor took great delight in scrubbing her soles with hot soapy water before roasting them with a hairdryer and giving them a slap or two until they shone bright pink, almost glowing with ticklishness.
Kira had incredibly ticklish feet to begin with, but it was so much worse after the scrubbing and roasting. As always this cruel process was used as a punishment for the first time her vibrator shut off to prevent her climaxing. Her tormentor relished the way the bench shook as Kira struggled. She always became far more frantic after a good roast. Again he started gently with his fingers before using every one of his tools once again.
At some point during the next hour Kira's vibrator activated again, she was so delirious she didn't even notice until it shut off once again. She was allowed the briefest of break as her soles were oiled. Next on the agenda were heat lamps and upper body tickle torture.
Kira's soles tingled as the oil was rubbed in. Seconds before they had been suffering the wrath of two vibrating hairbrushes. Now the special oil was being applied to transfer the heat from two heat lamps to Kira's soles. Just regular oil wouldn't do, the special solution would ensure that the correct amount of heat was transferred as well as taking each nerve to scintillating hypersensitivity with eucalyptus, menthol and other secret ingredients.
Whilst Kira’s soles were being roasted the retired engineer began tormenting her upper body through the plastic wrap. The clear plastic was tough but thin enough for his strong fingers to tickle her ribs and sides. Kira's underarms were left exposed for fingers, feathers and brushes. There was also a tactical gap for the backs of her knees to be tortured in the same way.
The vibrator ran through several cycles of dreadful orgasm denial as the engineer tormented his squirming victim. His timer activated, switching off the heat lamps and sounding the ominous knell that filled Kira with dread. It was always worst right after the oil roast.
The engineer started with his fingertips; loving the feel of his victim's hot, moist soles. His tools would inflict a crueller torment but there was something about feeling the soft, trembling skin of his victim's soles. He began at her arches that were still stretched taut by the expertly applied toe restraints.
Kira made the bench shake as she struggled. Her hot soles were tested and deemed done. Still a few soft slaps were able to make them yet more sensitive. After light finger tickles and the cruel introduction of his nails it was time for the tools again.
Feathers were no longer necessary as the oil and heat made them ineffective, instead an assortment of pinwheels, hairbrushes, electric toothbrushes and flossers tormented Kira's bright red soles.
Despite the lack of plumage feathers did feature in her torment. The retired engineer had crafted hairbrush-like devices using row after row of sharp hollow-pointed quills from a few dozen feathers. These cruel devices were far worse than the other hairbrushes; both those with bobbles and those that came to a sharp point, both of which were used to keep her from becoming used to the sensations on her hot, helpless soles. Despite losing all track of time Kira always knew which type of brush her captor was using.
At the halfway point of her ordeal Kira's face was as red as her soles. Less than one in a million women could endure such torment without passing out. Kira wished for the sweet oblivion of unconsciousness but knew from experience it would not come, and neither would she. The device tormenting Kira's pussy and clit kept her mercilessly teetering on the edge of a climax. Her desperate need to climax grew as the engineer relentlessly cycled through tickle torture techniques, targeting different tickle-spots to keep his victim on edge.
Special shaped blocks of ice were brought in by one of the dungeon's employees. A crescent of ice was fitted over Kira's neck whilst other blocks were positioned around her chest, tummy and legs. Smaller cubes of ice were used to torment her feet and the backs of her knees.
The ice both tickled and stung. Kira screamed in frustration, the ice cooled her blood; securing her suspense in the grip of orgasm denial for the remaining hours of her ordeal. The tickle torture and deep, desperate need to climax merged into a tapestry of torment. Kira lost all track of time. Finally the time came for her release. The man flicked a switch taking her vibrator off 'tease mode' to 'full release'. He considered pushing the switch all the way to 'punishment mode' but his captive had suffered enough; that would be reserved for the day she displeased him which was likely to never come.
As was customary the tickle-torture was taken up a notch as the delicious orgasm rippled over Kira's captive body. She could barely hear the click of stiletto heels through her the pounding of her own heart in her ears, but knew her captor would be joined by three or four female dungeon employees for the final half hour.
As with every other sweet release from the hell of orgasm denial the full body orgasm was accompanied by full body tickle-torture. Two pairs of sharp, well-manicured nails tormented Kira's soft, high arches beneath the continued administrations of the devices tormenting her toes.
Another set of nails scratched away in the hollows of Kira's smooth exposed underarms whilst the engineer brutalised her upper body through the plastic focusing especially on 'the sweet spot' just above her hips. To complete her torment a tiny pink-haired slave tickled and teased the backs of Kira’s knees.
The torture was intense; it had to be to penetrate the dense cloud of electric pleasure that captivated Kira's senses as she continued to climax for the full final half hour of her session.
By the end of her ordeal Kira was delirious. She didn't realise her ordeal was over until she was naked in the shower being cleaned by three of the four women who had joined in the fun. The fourth, was currently being secured to the bench having been fitted with another of the engineer's devices.
It was the deal they made to join in at the end. Whoever drew the short straw would take Kira's place for as long as they could stand it; which was only ever an hour or two.
Mistress Sapphire had drawn the short straw. After her shower Kira would settle down with a coffee and tickle those long pale soles as the red haired dominatrix screamed into her ball-gag. The cruel redhead had tormented Kira's soles at the end of every session with the engineer and it was the first time she had drawn the short straw first.
Kira sighed as she fluttered her sharp nails up and down her rival's soft, taut arches. Kira’s kid's were at their after school club and would need picking up soon. She contemplated organising a play-date for them so she could return and enjoy some more revenge. She had heard from her friend's at the dungeon that Mistress Sapphire could endure up to three hours of torture at the hands of the engineer.
Sadly the pressures of the real world prevented Kira from returning that evening. By the time she had got the kids home and sorted dinner she was exhausted. The kids were picked up to play at a friend's house, but all Kira could do was enjoy a glass of wine in her warm pyjamas and furry slippers. Her feet still tingling with phantom tickles.
Tomorrow was going to be another piece-meal day but still she would need her strength. Her abdominal muscles and core ached from laughter. Her frequent sessions of tickle-torture and orgasm denial kept Kira in shape better than Pilates or jogging had ever done. This combined with her new sense of self-confidence meant Kira could have her pick of eligible bachelors, she was happy enough as a tickle slave for now though.
Kira put the children to bed, applied the many lotions and powders to her soles followed by two pairs of socks and special plastic bags in between the two layers of fabric. It was all part of the treatment to make her soles super sensitive.
The next morning was slow as mornings at the dungeon often were; people just didn’t want hardcore BDSM first thing in the morning on a Wednesday. Kira chatted with the other dungeon employees and watched the videos of each of the four women who had tickled her suffer the wrath of the wrap. Mistress Sapphire had lasted a whole four hours before passing out, whilst ‘Little Pink’ had only last 25 minutes. As a punishment the 4 foot six pink haired slave who had teased the backs of Kira’s knees the night before was being stretched out on a rack to keep the dungeon’s employees entertained. Kira took up a position at her tiny-toe-tied sole at the foot of the rack. The girls were merciless and tickled poor little pink for an hour with feathers, brushes and every tickle toy at their disposal. Their victim passed out twice and was awoken by buckets of ice-water thrown over her naked body.
By noon the first clients arrived at the dungeon. Kira had her feet worshipped, tickled and even tickled a few clients herself. There was nothing like the previous day’s intense torment though. Mistress Sapphire let her know tomorrow would not be as east though. With an evil glimmer in her eyes the redhead purred;
“We have a ‘hell’s fury’ lined up for you tomorrow, a jilted woman in her thirties who specifically requested a blonde!”
Kira gulped. Next to her sessions with the engineer women who wanted revenge were the worst. After discovering an affair or being abandoned for a younger woman some women used the dungeon as a form of catharsis. They would select the slave who looked the most like the cheap tart who had ruined their life and tickle-torture them mercilessly.
The thought of her imminent ordeal kept Kira anxious as she collected the kids from school and went about the ordinary half of her life. She had been tortured during a ‘hell’s fury’ once before and it had almost broken her. What made it worse than her sessions with the engineer was the difference in temperament of her tormentor. The engineer was calm and precise whilst the cruel women who had tortured her on the rack had a crazed sort of sadism unmatched by any tormentor Kira had encountered. It wasn’t just the crazed look in the mousy woman’s eyes, or the way she never stopped but something more intangible; Kira had known if she didn’t have several keeper present during that session the woman wouldn’t have stopped at just tickling her.
The next morning Kira awoke and took the kid’s to school, nearly forgetting their packed lunches due to her anxiety. As she entered the dungeon Mistress Sapphire was waiting for her, the tall redhead didn’t usually work on Thursdays but she had moved things around to torment her rival. Kira wasn’t sure how her rivalry had started with the red haired dominatrix but the dungeon encouraged it, provided the rules were stuck to and the clients were kept safe and happy a little rivalry made things more exciting. Despite dreading the feel of her rival’s sharp nails on her soles Kira was glad that her rival would be present. The tall red head had a commanding presence and wouldn’t let anything off-limits happen during the torture session.
Kira had set her limits shortly after discovering the dungeon and relaxed only a few items on her ‘exemption list’ after carefully exploring her fetish. Now under careful supervision she was willing to endure; nipples clamps, genital tickling and stimulation and having her feet carefully slapped and roasted. All of which she had initially marked as off-limits until her curiosity got the better of her. She regretted the decision as she knew her rival would make her pay.
The last session like this had been on a rack but at Mistress Sapphire’s prompting Kira was restrained to a different device known as ‘The Humiliator’. The device constrained Kira in a kneeling position on two padded boards a few inches off the floor with straps and her ankles and over her calves as well as tight restrictive toe-ties. Kira’s arms were strapped to Y shaped harness device that was made of adjustable bars covered with padding. The stem of the Y –shape was short and fitted into her back perfectly being secured with a long strap that buckled just under her breasts.
As the device was fitted Kira scanned the room, noticing that two new dungeon employees were present, a slim Asian Dominatrix and a wealthy Spanish brunette who was paying to learn how to become more dominant. The Spanish woman was instructed in how to fit the straps that held Kira at the wrists, upper arm and either side of the elbow. Kira trembled as her arms were strapped in with her elbows bent. The harness device felt different to the X-frames she had been tickled on as it hung from two chains from the ceiling; something she suspected was designed to torture her in some way.
“Open wide!” The Spanish brunette commanded, learning her craft well.
As Kira was fitted with a ball gag a new woman entered wearing an expensive dress with a wide hat and sunglasses. Kira guessed from the long plain coat she had over her arm that the hat and sunglasses and hat were to protect her identity as she visited the dungeon. The woman had light brown hair and wore expensive heels and sheer stockings or tights, Kira couldn’t tell.
“Tell her not to look at me!” The client snapped in a shrill tone.
Kira looked away submissively, averting her eyes and trying to appear demure. Mistress Sapphire slapped her left sole making her wince.
“Every time she makes eyes contact with you I want one of you to slap her soles like that!” The client commanded.
Despite her terror Kira knew that the client’s tone was a source of annoyance to her co-workers. This gave her a glimmer of hope as the contract clients signed often had traps in the small print and she knew that the woman was like candy to her co-workers: ‘I mean why would you wear sheer nylons to a tickling dungeon!’ Kira thought to herself as her pony tail was seized.
The Spanish woman was clearly being assessed and she cruelly secured Kira’s blonde hair a special device in the central of the split of the Y-frame harness. Kira winced and whined as her neck was held back, the sensitive skin of her long elegant neck being stretched out and exposed.
“Oh yes you are going to suffer today!” Mistress Sapphire cooed as she traced a feather under Kira’s chin.
Kira squired feeling the resistance of the device that held her upper body. She was exposed in a red bikini that could easily be removed, she hoped that the incorporation of her pony tail was the only reason for the cruel harness. The Asian Dominatrix had begun using a long red plume to tease her underarms, Kira knew the slim Mistress was capable of far worse but liked to toy with her victims to begin with.
“So what are we just going to tickle her!” The client asked tartly.
“To begin with!” Mistress Sapphire replied sweetly.
“So we aren’t going to torture her properly then?!” The client snapped.
Kira could tell the client’s tone was starting to grate.
“I think you will find tickling is torture enough for poor blondie! Here try scribbling you nails on her underarms…” Mistress Sapphire offered, sweetly coating her annoyance with honeyed words.
It didn’t take long to convince the client how effective tickling was as a torture method. She found it difficult to get down low enough to tickle Kira’s feet so mostly focused on Kira’s upper body. Mistress Sapphire could not help notice the client’s soles on the one occasional she knelt to tickle Kira’s soles, she wore sheer stockings with a re-enforced heel and a seam running up the arch: ‘Why wear those if you don’t want to get tickled?!’ The Dominatrix though to herself. The client continued to argue as she was instructed to tickle Kira;
“So after this can we torture her properly! I mean with real torture!”
“We have some other techniques, shall we punish Kira with them when the tickling breaks her! She is still fighting!”
Kira was already hysterical. It was also worse when the other dungeon girls tickled her because they were professionals and already had every spot on her ticklish body mapped. Even the two new Dom’s quickly found the best techniques to tickle her, cycling through tools to tickle her soles and gleefully slapping her taut milky soles every time Kira accidentally made eye contact with the client. Kira struggled and squirmed before eventually slumped forwards in silent laughter.
“Okay so I think someone has earned the kitten torture!”
Kira went from exhaustion to desperate pleading the second her rivals words met her ears. Kira hated the kitten torture and had considered putting it on her exemption list. The two brunettes brought forth a small jar of tuna oil and a paintbrush and began coating Kira’s soles. The client was indignant and argumentative as ever but was placated by the explanation of how the Ancient Roman’s used this torture technique. Kira was hysterically pleading into her gag despite being given a respite, the brush had tickled slightly but she knew the raspy cat tongues would be worse. Loving their victim’s reaction the cats were shown to her in the special baskets that would be placed at her soles.
Before discovering the dungeon Kira had been a cat person and had even been considering getting a pet cat once she had paid off her debts with her pay from the dungeon. That change the first time she was given the kitten torture. There was nothing quite like the raspy unpredictable touch of the creature’s tongue to send her into a hysterical fit. With the cats licking her soles two extra pairs of hand were freed up to torment her thighs and upper body. The client was slowly learning how to tickle as well. Since her soles couldn’t be slapped Kira was blindfolded making her torment all the more unpredictable.
Kira continued to plead gibberish into her ball gag as the cats licked away. Every now and then more oil would be applied to her now bright pink soles which almost came as reprieve since her kneeling position meant that the oil slowly collected around and in between her toes which were the most sensitive to the raspy cat tongues that slowly eroded her sanity. Kira desperately splayed and flexed her toes but the toe ties held firm despite offering her little protection. The Asian dominatrix was in charge of the cats and made sure Kira’s feet got a thorough licking without anyone spot being licked raw, she even adjusted the toe-ties to let the cats licked the spots that had been protected by the leather and string. Finally the time had come for the next step: scrubbing. The client protested as the hot water and scrubbing brushes were brought forth to replace the cats.
“But it is just getting the stage where it is going to hurt her!” The shrill woman complained.
“Yeah that is why we are stopping!” Mistress Sapphire explained, remembering the dungeons ‘capture policy’ and hoping the client would break the rules.
“I thought his was a proper dungeon and I would get to torture a ditsy blonde! Properly!.... Torture!....” The client shrieked. Slapping Kira’s ass to emphasise the words ‘Properly ‘ and ‘Torture’.
“Now I’m afraid that isn’t allowed!” Mistress Sapphire cooed.
“But I paid top dollar!” The client protested before being cut off.
“As per the terms of our agreement any infraction of the pre-arranged limits is punishable by a reprimand deemed suitable….” Mistress Sapphire intoned.
“Okay! Okay! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have slapped her like that” The client stammered, unnerved by the arrival of a few extra dungeon employees.
“Okay, so you don’t think tickling is torture! How about you sit in the stocks and let me prove you wrong!” Mistress Sapphire replied.
Kira’s blindfold had slipped slightly so as her soles were scrubbed she watched as the client was escorted to a set of stocks on the opposite wall. Despite protesting and struggling soon her wrists and ankles were closed in the four holes of the heavy wooden stocks and her expensive heels removed. Mistress Sapphire wasted no time in seizing the client’s left foot by the toes and using her long nails to break the poor woman’s resolve. The client tried to bat the sharp nails away with her right foot but that was quickly seized by one of the newcomers’ an African-Caribbean dominatrix who had lurked outside hoping for such an opportunity ever since the client was rude to her when signing in.
Kira watched amused as the client was reduced to tears within minutes. The scrubbing and heating of her soles continued but her upper body received a brief respite as the client drew the room’s attention. Kira hated the process that followed the cats; scrubbing, hot stones, oil and a hairdryer took her soles to the peak of her sensitivity. The client had been restrained with toe-ties such that four of the girls could tickle her feet whilst another two worked on her legs and upper body. Finally a cruel challenge was issued.
“Okay so if you want your session to continue you need to resist for longer than blondie, first victim to break loses their clothes and the challenge” Mistress Sapphire announced.
Kira’s gag was removed as the girls spread out so that three of them would tickle each contestant. Kira was desperate to have a turn tickling this woman but had already been tickled to exhaustion herself. She guessed she had the original three ticklers as she could see the newcomers position themselves around the client through the gap in her blindfold.
“One… two…three!”
Gleefully the six ticklers dug in. The client’s nylon covered sole were electric with ticklish sensations whilst Kira’s hot bright-red soles came alive with the terrible scratches of sharp fingernails. One girl brutalised the client’s thigh whilst Mistress Sapphire tormented ‘the sweet spot’ just above Kira’s hips. After only a few seconds both women broke in unison.
“Okay I give!” Take my clothes!”
“No stop it! Strip me!” The two desperate voices rang out.
“Well, well, well! We didn’t plan for this eventuality! How about blondie loses her bikini; her torture continues, but we decide what you wear once you are freed” Mistress Sapphire offered.
The client readily agreed desperate to be let out of the stocks. She was less impressed when she was stripped, and secured to an X-frame to be dressed appropriately as a ‘tickle slave’. She protested loudly as her expensive clothes were locked away in a heavy wooden chest with a sturdy padlock. Her now bare feet were trapped in black leather strappy sandals with transparent plastic soles that showed off the assortment of tickle tools in the soles to tickle arches and toes at the push of a button. Unbeknown to the client her heels and the balls of her feet would also be subjected to electric pulsers set at the frequency of her nerves to send false ‘tickle signals to her brain. And that was just the beginning
Mistress Sapphire gently teased her nipples with feathers until they turned rock hard;
“See you will learn to like it!” She cooed as she prepared the first of the cruel clothing to capture this shrill shrew.
Two special nipples clamps were brought forth that gently gripped each bud offering a mechanical gear mount on the opposite side. The correct sized ‘carousel’ was selected from a box to complete each cruel contraption: mounted to the underside of the upper pastie-like device were soft brushes designed to tickle the wearer’s areolae as the carousel turned on their clamp-mounts. As black leather straps surrounded each breast attaching to matching fetish-wear around the client’s neck and back she was shown the pièce de résistance. Confused the client beheld slim chains attached to what looked like pearl necklaces. Smiling serenely the Asian dominatrix applied her special skill, gently teasing the client’s smouldering pussy with a special brush until it was ready.
“Oh my God!” The slim woman cried, her face a picture of terror and trepidation as the pearl-strand panties were applied.
Her womanhood was trapped between three strands of pearls that both kept her permanently aroused and translated any movement into sexual bliss. The client shivered as she was freed from the X-frame.
“And now for round two!” Mistress Sapphire announced; revealing what had been done to ‘Blondie’ whilst the client was on the X-frame.
Kira’s nipples had been secured with two small devices featuring suction cups that pulled her nipples into the transparent plastic cylinder. On the opposite end of each cylinder was a chain that pulled her breasts forward to two iron rods that had been screwed into the floor. Kira had screamed into her gag as the full cruelty of these combined with the Y –shaped harness became apparently, the slightest movement would tug on her nipples in a way that whilst not painful was unpleasant enough to make wish she had waited longer to start begging. Her undercarriage was also due to be tortured, having been denied the protected of the skimpy bikini. Her captors were not use if they should use the pendulum, or the feather wheel.
This debate was ended when one of them remembered the new device that used static electricity to make a thousand tiny strands of a special fibre dance upwards. It was a device that had been developed with the help of the engineer who took his payment in extra sessions with Kira. It had been tested on a few of the girls all of whom found it both unbearably ticklish and scintillatingly stimulating. Kira had yet to try the device, being home with the kids during the many beta-testing sessions.
“This time you need to resist climaxing before the other contestant, if you can resist Kira; you will be released and we will have some fun with our new slave. If you fail we will continue the torture and your challenger will be allowed to have her clothes back.”
The client struggled to walk, the devices in her boots activated whenever the pressure sensors on the soles detected movement she was helped by two of the girls and position to Kira’s tummy where some honey had been smeared on her tight abdominals.
“Lick her clean or we will tickle you to death!” One of the Dom’s declared.
“Aaand begin!” Mistress Sapphire announced flicking the switches on two remote controls.
The tiny fabric strands on the device under Kira’s smouldering pussy came to life, dancing upwards to gently graze the desperate blonde’s undercarriage with their soft tips. They also carried the electric signals to the frazzled nerve endings in a way designed to trick the brain into interpreting both tickles and arousal. Kira moaned with pleasure knowing she could not resist forever.
For the client though the pearl strands were a total surprise, she thought they were just designed to rub her just right whenever she moved; she had no idea that they would come to life. The orgasm hit her hard like a freight train. With the taste of honey on her lips she moaned with pleasure. She could not resist as her captors seized her an escorted her to the rack in the corner of the room. Kira was not released straight away, the girls wanted to see how many times the device could make her climax and if the famous ‘Enduress’ would pass out or just suffer for hours on end. The blonde was on her third orgasm as the rack was fully tightened.
“No please! Don’t tickle me anymore! I am paying to torture not be tortured!” The client protested.
“But I thought tickling wasn’t really torture?!” Mistress Sapphire asked quizzically as she secured the first toe-tie on the stocks and the bottom of the rack.
“Where are you taking my clothes?!” The client asked confused as one of the dungeon’s employees took the heavy box with her expensive clothes in it towards the door.
“Oh you won’t be needed them honey! I like the nylons though so I left them out.” Mistress Sapphire explained holding up the nylons for the client to see.
“This type of sheer stocking makes feet extra ticklish you see, why you would wear them here is beyond me. So I thought we might keep them, as well as keep you!....”
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