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Jay's Fate (F/m)

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Jay's Fate

This is an F/m story. If you don't like that, don't read it.
All of the characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

This story is a sequel to "The Sorority" (parts 1 and 2).

If you didn't read that story, here is all you need to know: Jay Lamb, a college senior, was lured to the Tau Kappa Lambda sorority house by his ex-girlfriend, Karen Fletcher. She and her sorority sisters kept him prisoner for nine days, during which he was subjected to prolonged and extreme tickle torture. It was explained to Jay that the sorority's letters--T K L in the Roman alphabet--stood for "tickle," and that the sorority had a long tradition of capturing men, rendering them helpless, and tickling them without mercy.

Jay's Fate
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Jay was able to get his grade point average up that fall, mostly because, after the Tau Kappa Lambda sisters let him go, he was afraid to date. With no social life, he spent a lot of time studying. He stayed away from their sorority house, never even venturing onto that block. The very memory of his time there made him nervous. Had he known that they often played the video tapes of his ordeal, and that they agreed that he was the most ticklish male that they had ever captured, he would have been even more nervous.

As the spring term progressed, Jay was ready to receive his B.A. in hotel management, but had no job offers yet. His resume and other materials were out on several websites, but no responses had come. An orphan, he received his diploma with no relatives there to congratulate him. Looking through the local paper to see if he could find any temporary employment, he was getting desparate.

Two days after graduation, an e-mail brought him just what he hoped for, a job in his field. The Lillith Resort and Spa, in southern New Jersey, was offering him a one-year trial contract as assistant manager of the hotel. They wrote that they were very impressed with his video presentation from the website.

The next day, as promised, they sent a packet by FedEx with plane tickets, his contract, and a check for $500 for incidental travel and moving expenses.

One week later, Jay was in a car that had met him at the Atlantic City airport, heading south along the Jersey shore. His meager belongings had already been shipped ahead from the college town. Upon arrival at the resort, he was sent to the manager's office. Kristine Smythe, the manager, reminded him of his ex-girlfriend, Karen, in that she was blonde, athletic, and 5'10" tall. She seemed to be about 35 years old. She greeted him with a firm handshake, and rang her secretary to bring in their lunch.

Over lunch, Kristine was explaining that the guests at the resort were all women. After Jay drank the wine that was served to him, he began to feel dizzy. Then he fell into a very deep sleep.

It was 8am the next morning, although Jay didn't know that, when he finally regained consciousness. He was securely strapped to a bed. Each of his ankles extended just past the foot of the bed; they were secured in padded stocks, with the holes far apart, keeping his legs spread. All of his toes had been pulled back, and tied with twine to metal eyeholes screwed into the tops of the stocks. Straps around his thighs were secured to the side rails of the bed. A belt around his waist was also secured to the side rails, as was a strap around his chest, just below the nipples. His arms were pulled straight over his head, with his wrists, in padded cuffs, attached to the vertical bars of the headboard. Thumbcuffs held his thumbs together, and each of his other eight fingers was tied back, to eyeholes screwed into the horizontal base of the headboard. A large pillow was under his head, the only part of his body that he could move.

Jay's heart sank as he realized that he had been captured again. He was wearing only a disposable diaper. He was alone in the huge room now, but he could see a dozen comfortable chairs surrounding his bed. About ten feet away, he could see what looked like a modified barbershop chair, designed to hold somebody in seated bondage, with stocks to hold their ankles. Beyond that, he could see a low platform with stocks, and a suspension aparatus above the platform. Jay shivered, not just from the air-conditioning.

Kristine entered the room, with an Asian women, slim and beautiful, who also looked about 35. Before Jay could even open his mouth to speak, Kristine froze him with a stare.

"Welcome to your first day at work, Jay. Rule number one is this: You are never to speak, unless asked a direct question, or ordered to speak. This is Dr. Jeanne K. Li. She is our staff physician. We both went to college at UCLA, far from your alma mater. We met as sorority sisters in the UCLA chapter of Tau Kappa Lambda."

At the mention of the dread sorority, Jay's heart raced. He had not known that they were a national organization.

As if reading his mind, Kristine continued. "We have chapters in all fifty states, and in 33 other nations. The ordinary guests at this resort will never know about this suite of rooms, but members of the sorority, whether alumnae or still in college, will be welcome here. Our sisters can be trusted _never_ to reveal the secret of your captivity here. We have copies of the videos of your torture at Woodrow College last October, and they'll have the chance to learn your most ticklish spots before they come in here. Enough talk. The first group is anxious to get at you. But remember--not one word. Laughter is the only thing allowed out of your mouth." Kristine left, and Dr. Li spoke up, as many women began filing into the room.

"I'll be here with you the first week. After that, I'll check on your medical condition regularly. We intend to keep you healthy and fit for service here." She stepped back, and Jay saw that he was surrounded by more than 20 women, some sitting in the chairs, some standing, some crouching to be near him. Most were in their mid-20's to mid-30's. A few were older. A few seemed to be college students, aged 18 to 22. Many held implements, and others flexed their fingers.

"We'll begin by giving him 15 minutes," said Dr. Li. "Ready, set, ... start!"

Two women were at his immobilized palms, stroking them with dull pencil stubs. A woman with soft make up brushes in each hand was exploring the insides of his ears and nostrils, and his neck. She soon dropped one brush to hold his hair and keep his head still. Another woman was digging her fingernails into his collar bone. Apparently, they had watched the videos, and learned that Jay was _very_ ticklish on his collar bones.

His most sensitive spot of all was his armpits, and there was a woman at each armpit, poking with a tootbrush. They used their other hands to scratch at his biceps.

There were two women at his rib cage, one on each side. They used their thumbs on his ribs, while two more women used basting brushes on his belly. One woman scratched his thighs, and one used artists' brushes on the backs of his knees.

The largest cluster of women was at the foot of the bed, with three women at each of Jay's feet. At each foot, one woman used stiff brushes in each hand on the top of his foot, one woman stroked the bottom of his toes with a straw broom with one hand, and dug the fingernails of her other hand into the ball of his foot. The third woman scraped the bottom of his heel and his arch with a dry ballpoint pen.

The half dozen women not then tickling him stood back and watched, knowing that their turns would come. It was amusing, in the meantime, just to observe his agony. His strong bonds held, as he struggled mightily, straining at every strap. If the bed had not been bolted to the floor, it surely would have been moving as he struggled. Shrieks of manic laughter came from his throat, and his eyes bulged.

Jay was going insane. The sensory overload was even worse then he remembered from his earlier kidnapping by the sorority at Woodrow College. Dr. Li began to taunt him.

"Such hard struggling! You won't be able to keep that up for long, you should save your strength. It's going to be a _very_ tiring day for you, baby. Only five minutes left until the pause. Poor baby! Does it tickle? Does it? All those hands working you over at the same time--I bet it does tickle. Tickle, tickle, tickle. And we have all the time in the world, baby, all the time in the world to keep it up."

Jay was still struggling when she said, "Pause! Let's give him two minutes to catch his breath."

Jay collapsed as they all stopped, and he panted. It seemed to him that no time at all had passed when Dr. Li said, "Let's give him another 15 minutes. Resume!"

All the women returned to their work with glee, and Jay thrashed as much as his bonds allowed, which was not much. Dr. Li resumed taunting him.

"Do you wish we would stop, baby? Do you? Too bad, we're going on and on and on. We may never stop--tickle, tickle, tickle. We may just tickle you to death. You have no hope of escape, no hope. You're our prize tickle-toy, the most ticklish man on record, and we have over 40 years of records. We'll never let you go! Poor baby, you are really in for it."

At the second pause, the women changed places, moving to different parts of his body, with six stepping back to allow the women who had been watching to have their turn. They came forward with pleased smirks on their faces, sadistic joy in their eyes, and fresh energy to torment him.

Three hours later, Jay had lost track of the rounds of ticling and pauses. He had wet his diaper, but scarcely noticed. Some women had left the room, but had been replaced by newcomers. Jay had lost his strength and his voice. His muscles all ached. He had stopped struggling--he couldn't. He could only twitch, and suffer, and laugh noiselessly. He prayed to pass out, but Dr. Li seemed to know just when he was in danger of that, and gave him a pause. Jay barely noticed when she checked his heart and pulse during some of the pauses. She continued to taunt him when the tickling resumed.

"Why aren't you struggling any more, baby? Too tired? Poor baby--this is the way we want you. Exhausted, in tickle hell, unable to move or even laugh out loud, a mere lump of helpless flesh, an inert lump of tortured, ticklish flesh. A blob of ticlish jelly, forever quivering in agony, as we continue to tickle, and tickle, and tickle you. This is the state to which we'll reduce you, every day. Every morning, every afternoon, and every evening, we'll get you to this state, and keep you this way, for hours and hours. A quivering blob of ticklish jelly, here for our amusement. I almost feel sorry for you, baby, but this is your destiny. You were born for this fate. Pause!"

Jay lay still, his eyes glazed, too weak to move.

"This is his lunch break. Come back at 1pm for the chair position, if you're signed up for the afternoon session," said Dr. Li. The women departed, as a pair of identical twins entered the room.

"Meet Katherine and Kimberly. They played basketball at Duke University, and were, of course, members of Tau Kappa Lambda. They weren't quite talented enough to play in the WNBA, so they came to work here. They have been teaching self defense and martial arts to the guests here. Both have been awarded black belts, fifth dan, in karate. Now, they'll be your keepers. As I said, I'll only be with you for the first week."

"You can call us Ms. Kat and Ms. Kim, whenever you're allowed to speak," said one twin. Jay stared at them in awe. They were 6'2" tall, about 24 or 25 years old, very strong looking, brunette, with fabulous legs, shown off because they were wearing running shorts. They had firm, lovely breasts, but were not too pretty of face, just pleasant looking.

The other twin smiled at him. "Now that you see us, and know about our martial arts skills, I'm sure that you will be quite the obedient little tickle slave. You'll give us no trouble when we feed you, change you, or move you. Isn't that so?"

Jay gulped and nodded. He managed to squeak out of his parched throat, "Yes, ma'am, most obedient."

Kat, Kim, and Dr. Li all laughed at his obvious fear of the twins. The first twin spoke again.

"Good. By the way, I'm Kat, the older by 17 minutes. From now on, address us by name, and don't make an error. That annoys us."

Jay stared at them intently, but couldn't see any difference. He began to tremble.

Kim took pity on him. "I'm the one who likes to go barefoot. That should help you. Now we'll untie you and change your diaper."

As they proceeded to untie him, Jay noticed that Kat wore the largest running shoes that he had ever seen on a woman, and Kim was indeed barefoot. They took him to a bathroom that had an adult sized changing table, put him on it, and proceeded to change his diaper. They even powdered him with baby talc before putting on the fresh diaper.

Then they took him to a small room, which had a bed and a small table. Lunch for one had been brought there already. Jay was surprised and pleased to see real adult food--he'd feared that his infantilization would include the food--and it was excellent. He ate silently as they watched him.

They carried him back into the large chamber, and strapped him into the bondage chair. His arms were pulled up over his head, and his cuffed wrists attached to a hook in the wall behind the chair. His elbows were loosely connected with a strap. His chest, waist, and thighs were buckled to the chair. His ankles were put into the stocks, and his toes individually tied back to eyeholes.

The chair wasn't as bad as the bed, Jay could tell, because there wasn't room for as many women to crowd around him. The twins left, Kat smiling at him, and saying they would be back at his dinner time, as about twenty women filed in.

Most of the women found their places around Jay, with a few standing back to wait for their turn later. Dr. Li said, "Start!"

In that he had not yet recovered from the morning session, Jay was in a weakened condition. It took but half an hour before he was reduced to the state of quivering jelly, able only to suffer and tremble, as he was tickled endlessly. The women relished his helplessness, relished their power over him, and showed him no mercy whatsoever. Dr. Li egged them on, taunting him, giving him just enough rest to keep him conscious, checking his vital signs often, and making notes in her medical notebook. This went on until 6pm, when she announced that it was his dinner break, and the women reluctantly filed out.

Jay had not even heard Dr. Li; he was too exhausted, both mentally and physically. He only realized that it was his dinner break when he saw Kat and Kim approaching. Why had he thought that they weren't very pretty? Their faces were beautiful to him now, signifying a blessed break from his unbearable tickle torture.

Jay was again untied and carried to the bathroom. The twins cleaned him up, powdered him, and put him in a fresh diaper. They carried him to the bedroom, and his dinner was waiting for him there. The food was again excellent; he guessed that he was getting fed from the same kitchen that served the guests. He went along meekly as Kim and Kat led him back to the large chamber, to the platform area.

Jay kneeled down on the padded low platform, and put his ankles into the vertical stocks when asked, with his toes pointed down. They locked the stocks, and tied his toes back to eyeholes set into the floor. They buckled his knees to the platform with leather straps.

His wrists, again in padded cuffs, were attached to the suspension device, and hoisted up, until his spine was taut.

"Last session of the day, baby, and it comes with sensory deprivation. Sorry about that, baby, but open your mouth."

Jay did as Kat said, and a large ball gag was soon buckled into his mouth. Kim strapped a blindfold over his eyes, quite firmly. Plugs were put into his ears, and sound proof earmuffs over his ears. Jay was drooling, and unable to see or hear the women come into the room at 7pm sharp. He certainly could feel it when Dr. Li bade them start his evening of tickle torture.

It seemed to Jay that his sense of touch was magnified. In this new position, his back was exposed, and the women found many sensitive areas there to torment. They were already expert at driving him mad with the attention paid to his feet, and to his armpits, now more exposed than ever. They were delighted with his helpless condition, with his feeble struggles, with the pitiful whimperings that came from behind his gag.

Every time that Jay thought that he would finally faint, Dr. Li ordered a pause, and also pressed ice into his nipples. This gave new life to his struggles, and amused the women greatly. They tickled and tickled without mercy, and made plans to sign up for more sessions in his torture chamber.

Finally, past 11pm, Dr. Li called a halt for the day. She checked his heart one last time, and left him as the twins entered.

Jay hung motionless from the wrist cuffs, and slumped forward onto the platform when they were removed. Kat and Kim removed the knee straps, untied his toes, and released his ankles from the stocks. They carried him to the bathroom, removed his diaper, and cleaned him up. Only then did they take the earmuffs off, and the earplugs out. Kim spoke softly to him.

"Just relax and let us do everything for you. You've had an exhausting day." They took out his ball gag, wiped the drool off of him, and gave him a big glass of water, which he drank gratefully.
When they removed the blindfold, they warned him not to open his eyes fully, not until he got used to the light.

Jay sat passively in the bathtub when they put him in it, and let them bathe him. Jay knew better than to speak, and just smiled as they washed him all over, lifted him out of the tub, dried him, powdered him, and put him in a fresh diaper. They told him to brush his teeth, and then carried him to the small bedroom.

The bed there, Jay noticed for the first time, was sturdy, and bolted to the floor. It had four strong bedposts, and each had a thick leather strap attached, ending in a broad cuff, of the type used in hospitals when a patient needs to be restrained. In a moment, he had been tossed onto the bed on his back, and his limbs attached to the four posts. He could wiggle each arm or leg maybe an inch, but could certainly not turn over, or even scratch himself if he itched.

Kat leaned over the bed, and began stroking Jay's thighs. Kim very gently rubbed his genitals, through the diaper. In just a minute, Jay had a large erection; he was as hard as he could be.

At that point, the twins both stopped. Kat kissed his forehead, tenderly, and Kim said, "Nighty-night, sweet baby tickle toy."
They turned out the light and left, as Jay groaned in frustration.


A week passed, with all of the days about the same for Jay. He did notice that the sorority was indeed an international organization. Sometimes three or four of his tormentors, clearly friends, would talk to each other in their native language as they tickled him. The women, whether from Europe, Asia, South America, or nearer by, all delighted in having him as their helpless tickle toy. They loved reducing him to what Dr. Lee called "the jelly state," and they _loved_ torturing him further in that state. It could be described as unbearable, but Jay did have to bear it, every session, every day.

Kim and Kat woke him at 8am each morning, in his small bedroom. They untied him, led him to the bathroom, watched him shower, put a fresh diaper on him, escorted him back to the bedroom to eat breakfast, and watched him eat it. Jay had never gotten a glimpse of whomever it was that put his meals on the table there.

The twins always had Jay bound on the bed in the large chamber by 8:50am. Dr. Li was waiting there, and soon the women all entered and surrounded him, guests at the resort, eager to get started on him. At 9am promptly, Dr. Li gave them the signal to start. His morning session always lasted four hours, with Dr. Li orchestrating the pauses, and sometimes checking his vital signs.

At 1pm, Jay was always overjoyed to see Kat and Kim come to untie him. He had, he knew, a precious hour of not being tickled. They changed his diaper, fed him lunch, and bound him to the chair, with his ankles in stocks and his wrists attached to the hook.

From 2pm to 6pm, an overlapping group of women (some back from the morning session and some new) tickled Jay without mercy. Dr. Li kept checking on him, and making notes. Just when he thought he would surely die, the beautiful sight of Kat and Kim approaching told him that it was dinner time.

He was generally too exhausted to walk by then, and he didn't even try. He just waited for them to untie him and carry him to the bathroom to change him, and then carry him to the table for dinner. He was never given permission to speak, but he tried to let Kim and Kat know how grateful he was by smiling at them. They let him know that they understood by kissing him on the forehead from time to time.

By 7pm, they had him kneeling on the padded platform, ankles in the stocks, toes tied, and cuffed wrists hoisted up. They always seemed apologetic when they gagged him, blindfolded him, put in the ear plugs, and put on the earmuffs. Women came in to drive Jay mad with his evening tickle-torture session, another four hours in tickle hell, with no choice for him, and no respite.

Unable to see or hear, in indescribeable torment, Jay only knew it was over when he felt the tension on his wrists go away. Collapsed on the platform, he waited meekly for the twins to remove his bonds, carry him to the bathroom, and remove the sensory derprivation equipment.

They were always very tender when they gave him his hot bath, and always smiled at him as they spread-eagled him to the four bed posts. They always stimulated him to a large erection, but then always stopped short of satisfying him. At midnight, they left him, aroused, with a tender kiss on the forehead from one, and the same farewell line from the other, "Nighty-night, sweet baby tickle toy." They alternated which one kissed him good night, and which one spoke. He still could not tell them apart, but always presumed that the barefoot twin was Kim.


At the end of the first week, Dr. Li was satisfied that Jay was a quite healthy 22-year-old, and could take the tickle torture indefinitely. But she and Kristine Smythe had more plans for him. Having the twins be his saviors, and never his torturers, was part of the plan. They were established as the "good cops." It was time to re-introduce him to the "bad cop."

On the morning of the eighth day, Jay, secured by the twins as usual to the bed in the large room, was surprised not to see Dr. Li. He was horrified to see, instead, Karen Fletcher looking down at him. His ex-girlfriend, and one-time kidnapper, looked quite smug as she leaned over the bed to look directly into his eyes from above. Jay knew better than to speak, but could not surpress a gasp.

"I've got a summer job at the resort, orchestrating your tickle torture, baby! Your medical evaluation is all done, and Dr. Li has more important things to do than hang around here."

About two dozen guests came in, and soon had Jay surrounded. Karen turned to them and said, "Let's begin with 20 minutes. Start!"

Karen was tougher on Jay than Dr. Li had been; sometimes she let Jay be tickled into unconsciousness, but always revived him with ice. She taunted him relentlessly during the morning and afternoon sessions, often making threats. Towards the end of the second week, for example, she said this:

"It's ten to six, baby, and you're probably looking forward to your dinner break. But maybe I'll just cancel it, keep you in the chair, and have you tickled past midnight. Would you like that, baby? I just may do it. Come on, sisters, keep it up. Don't give him any rest. Never let up. Drive him crazy. Never stop. Tickle, tickle, tickle."

Despite the threat, Karen shut up when the twins arrived at 6pm sharp. Seeing the tickling still going on, Kim spoke up.

"Stop. It's time for the dinner break. Come back at seven if you're signed up for the evening session."

The women slowly filed out, and Karen grimaced, but did nothing, as the twins untied Jay.

On Jay's 17th day of tickle torture, which was Karen's tenth day in charge, she came to the bedroom to talk to him at 11:45, just when Kat and Kim had spread-eagled him to his bed. They stood back to let her talk, but stayed in the room as Karen spoke.

"Let me explain some things to you, baby. The Lillith Resort and Spa is owned by Tau Kappa Lambda, International. All the guests here are women, and so are all of the staff, except you. I'm the one who found you at college, and recommended you for this job. You're perfect for it: Extremely ticklish, young and healthy, and an orphan with nobody looking for you. My reward for finding you, and telling them how to trap you, was generous. I won't have to wonder how to pay my law school tuition after I graduate next year."

Karen smiled at the thought of the large bank balance that she now had, a happy smile, and she continued. "You're never going to leave, you know. Your world now consists of three rooms, the bathroom, this bedroom, and your torture room. That's all you'll ever see, for the rest of your life. But I don't feel sorry for you, because you were meant for it. This is your destiny, your fate. And it's going to get worse."

Karen smiled again, this time a gleeful and sadistic smile. "I'm going to get Kristine to increase your sessions to five hours each, fifteen hours a day. I'll love every minute of watching you squirm, baby, for the rest of the summer. And you'll get no more food from the kitchen, baby. You'll be fed on oat bran, vitamin pills, and water. Stale oat bran, baby."

Karen strode out of the room, and Jay was trembling uncontrollably. Kat and Kim immediately began to soothe him. Kim kept kissing his forehead, and Kat spoke softly into his ear.

"Don't worry, baby, don't worry about _her_. She's got no chance to do what she said. We've been talking to Kristine about a new plan for you, and we're the ones that Kristine will listen to. We know that you have been a good, _obedient_, little baby tickle toy, and we're going to protect you."

Kim now stopped kissing his forehead, and spoke up, saying, "In our new plan, you'll get _less_ tickle torture, not more, but you will have to show the _utmost_ respect for us, and for all the guests here. Will you do that for us? You may speak freely."

Jay was stunned, and very grateful. "Yes, Ms. Kim, yes, I'll do anything you want me to. Anything! Please protect me from Karen. Please. I'll be so grateful. I love you so much. I love you both so much."

By then, Jay was crying, and Kim wiped away his tears with a tissue. Kat began stroking his thighs, and Kim grinned and began rubbing his groin. They left him, as usual, with a large erection, a good-night kiss, and the farewell line. Jay prayed that they would succeed in thwarting Karen's plan, and felt so grateful that they were trying to protect him.

After a good night's sleep, Karen, with her role as "bad cop" completed, was driving to the Atlantic City airport, and planning on taking the summer off from work, and studying for the LSAT's.


Kim and Kat, also after a good night's sleep, smiled as they entered Jay's bedroom. Instead of waking him up in their usual way, by shaking his shoulder, they tickled him for the first time, one on each foot. Jay woke up laughing.

"Good news, baby! Karen is gone, and she won't be back. One of us will stay with you during your sessions, and orchestrate the tickling. We won't be so nasty like Karen, but go back to the way Dr. Li did it. Whichever one of us is not in charge of the session will join the ticklers, though. Is that agreeable? Short answers, please, unless you're told to speak freely. Is that agreeable, you're ok with one of us joining the ticklers each session, if we want to?"

"Yes, Ms. Kat." Jay was overjoyed to never see Karen again, and to have his good meals continue.

"Each of the sessions will now be only three hours, baby. But in return you _do_ have to show respect for the other hour. Agreed?"

"Yes, Ms. Kat." Jay didn't know how he was to show respect, but he trusted the twins, absolutely. His beautiful, powerful, kind, protectors. He loved them, truly he did.

The morning session was an hour shorter, from 9am to 12 noon, as promised. Kim orchestrated the session, and Kat was among the women tickling him. She divided her time between digging her thumbs into his ribs, and stroking the bottom of his toes with a straw broom.

When the session was over, and the guests left, the twins untied Jay and placed him under one of the comfortable chairs. His chest was under the seat, and his legs stuck out behind the chair. His face stuck out in front of the chair. Kat sat down in the chair, and took off her size 14 running shoes. She slowly pulled off very thick wool socks. Putting one very sweaty foot gently on Jay's nose, she smiled, and said, "Lick! I want full tongue extention, and long strokes."

Jay spent the entire hour following this instruction, licking and licking, one foot and then the other, when she shifted position. He licked as directed, with his tongue fully extended, over and over again, form the back of Kat's heel to her toes, the whole length of ther sole. Even when his tongue got sore, he never paused, he just licked and licked.

Kat and Kim chatted as he licked. Kat never looked down at him, and never had to repeat her orders. Finally, the hour past, she spoke to him.

"Stop, that's enough. You may thank me."

Jay swallowed the sour grit in his mouth, and said, "Thank you so much for allowing me to lick you lovely feet, Ms. Kat."

"Very good, baby. You're obedient and polite, just as you should be. From now on, you will give thanks without being prompted whenever a woman allows you to lick her feet."

After lunch, Jay's afternoon session was also an hour shorter, 2pm to 5pm. The twins changed roles, with Kat orchestrating the session, and Kim joining the ticklers. Kim spent some of the time poking her strong fingers into his armpits, and the rest of the time digging her fingernails into the ball of his foot.

At 5pm, they untied him from the bondage chair, and placed him beneath one of the ordinary chairs. Jay spent the next hour licking Kim's feet. As was her custom, Kim had been barefoot all day, and her feet were not sweaty as Kat's had been. They were filthy, and Jay was obliged to lick the dirt off her soles. He did so with the same extended tongue and long strokes, and without a murmur.
Kim, unlike her sister, often wriggled her toes in apparent pleasure as he licked.

When the hour was up, Kim withdrew her feet, but said nothing.
Without any prompting, Jay said, "Thank you ever so much for allowing me to lick your lovely feet, Ms. Kim." He managed to smile up at her.

"You really are a _sweet_ baby tickle toy. That's why we treat you so well. Now it's time for your dinner."

After dinner, Jay's evening session, with sensory deprivation, began at 7pm, as usual. As he writhed in tickle agony, he wondered whose feet he would service that evening. Both twins had been served, shown what they called "the utmost respect." Jay didn't know that his services in this regard had already been auctioned off to the guests at their dinner, before the session had started.

At 10pm, Jay was utterly exhausted, and still blindfolded when he was carried to his position under a chair. When the sensory deprivation equipment was removed, and the drool wiped off, he looked up to see the size 5 feet of the winning bidder, Reiko, a lawyer from Japan, a slim woman aged 29. Compared to the twins' feet, Reiko's feet looked tiny. Jay began without needing to be prompted, licking with his tongue fully extended. Reiko enjoyed the tongue bath of her soles, both the sensation of Jay's soothing tongue, and the idea that he was willing to so degrade himself, when she had just been torturing him for three hours with relentless tickling. Reiko smiled and sighed with pleasure.

When the hour was over, Jay realized that he didn't know the name of the woman that he had just served, so he just said, "Thank you so much for allowing me to lick you lovely feet, ma'am."

Reiko laughed at him, wiped her feet off with a towel, and said,
"You're most welcome, tickle slave. I'll reward you, too, for giving my soles such a nice tongue bath. I'll sign up for all three sessions tomorrow, to tickle you all day. You can be sure that I'll tickle you with special fervor, too."


When Jay was tied down to his bed, the twins stimulated him to an erection, as usual. Then Kat surprised him, by saying, "We have a gift for you, baby. Can you guess what it is?"

Jay was afraid to guess, afraid that if he asked for too much he would make them angry. He did trust that they really did have a gift for him, so he just said, "You'll both allow me to lick your lovely feet every day?"

Both twins laughed. Kim answered him.

"We _will_ do that, every single day, for two of your three foot-licking hours. But that's part of your fate, that's not the gift. To serve us forever, as a tickle slave and as a sole licker, that is your destiny. Here's the gift."

Kim proceeded to unbind his right wrist from its cuff. Both twins smiled at him. Kat explained.

"We'll leave you alone for ten minutes. Use them well. Then we'll be back to tie you securely for the night. If you're a _very_ obedient and _very_ humble slave, then we'll give you this gift once a week. But I _do_ mean very humble and very obedient."

She and Kim tickled his feet for a minute, and then left him alone as promised, with his right hand still free. Jay put it under his diaper, and began to stroke. He loved Kim and Kat. He loved them both _so_ _much_.

The End
 
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Could't they be Kit and Kat??
KitKat is a chocolate bar here in the UK!:devil:
Great story Mils!
 
Illustration

Excellent story. Here's a drawing inspired by "Jay's Fate.' Thanks for the tale, Milagros.

Augustine
 
another awsome story............ i would love to had been camped out at his helpless feet
 
Woo-hoo! A hot story by Milagro and a hot illustration Augustine! It doesn't get any better than this!
 
I loved this story, wish it would continue on and on.

I liked how he was tickled so much, that in the end being a slave to each female's feet was a slight escape route, but still punishing indeed.
 
I would absolutely give anything for a finale, this is the greatest piece of tickle fiction of all time! I don’t know if I want Jay to escape or to see out his lifetime sentence of tickle torture. Fantastic, I hope someday you may revisit this story!
 
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