Charlotte's session with Lilly and Andrea FF/F

Charlotte's heart fluttered as she waited for her hosts to answer the door. She had been chatting with them online for a while and had finally worked up the confidence to meet other fetishists after years of frustration. She knew they had something to do with fetish events at a castle but was too nervous and shy to go to an event with a dozen or so people let alone around a hundred!

After the usual tell-tale rustling and the sound of approaching footsteps, Charlotte was greeted at the door like an old friend. Before she knew it she was in their kitchen with a cold glass of rosé wearing her socks and sundress. It was a warm evening so Charlotte had considered sandals but she didn't want to give her hosts the wrong impression, her feet were the one area that was definitely off-limits. Her hosts had ‘No shoes in the house’ rule, so shyly the slim red removed her brown suede boots to reveal her precious, slender, socked feet. Even being without shoes made Charlotte uncomfortable. She was hypersensitive and had a heightened sense of touch that especially affected the nerves in her feet.

Lilly smiled at the view of her girlfriend sat next to the lithe redhead on their sofa. This had taken months of careful planning and persuasion. Their guest was around 5' 9" with pale sensitive skin exposed perfectly by her thin blue sundress. She had long auburn hair tied in a plait with a few strands falling down to frame her face, dyed strawberry-blonde by the sun. Both Lilly and Andrea wanted her badly, both to tickle-torture and for other fun as well.

Andrea and Lilly had been chatting online with the shy and sensitive submissive for months and finally earned her trust in order to persuade her try a session in their basement. There would be tickling, there would be torment, but first there was the ploy to properly reel her in.

At the signal Andrea slipped her washed and perfumed soles out of their new brown leather sandals and placed them casually on Charlotte's lap. Charlotte was startled, despite being shy, her nerves had made her chatter endlessly until now. All of a sudden her nervous chatter was interrupted by the sandy-blonde’s soles.

“….You may tickle them if you want..." Andrea softly cooed, wiggling her toes.

Charlotte beheld the soft pink pale soles perfectly contrasted against the light blue denim of Andrea's jeans and the darker blue fabric of her own sundress. She knew the soles were not only clean, but a ticklers dream! Unfortunately Charlotte was not only a 'lee, she simply didn't do feet. She was not repelled by them, but her own feet were so ticklish and had been exploited so ruthlessly once that watching another woman get foot-tickled gave her flashbacks. Charlotte specifically searched for videos with upper body tickling online, she hated it when unexpected foot-tickling ruined her viewing.

"I... I don't really do feet!" Charlotte shyly whispered, curling her own toes in socks that read FUCK and OFF on each sole respectively.

"Awww! not even a little bit?" Andrea cooed uncharacteristically, she had practised this with her girlfriend and many play partners to get the tone just right.

"If our guest says ‘no feet’ that means ‘no feet’: hers’ or ours' sweetie!" Lilly sweetly interjected.

The ploy worked and Charlotte relaxed as Andrea returned her perfect feet to their sandals. It was Lilly she had been more nervous about until now. Unlike her sandy-blonde girlfriend who wore casual yet fetching clothes the petite Asian Domme was wearing enough red and black leather with studs to hint at her specialist interest in bondage. Now Charlotte felt safe because the dominant one was protecting her.

The conversation moved onto tickling and the couple gleefully showed Charlotte picture after picture from their events at the castle, using the remote control to stream them on the TV from a USB device. Each one was specifically picked to appeal to their guest. There were only female ticklers and victims, the male ler’s occasionally being cropped out so only the feathers they held were visible. There was also mostly upper body tickling with the odd picture of legs and thighs getting 'the treatment'. At first there was no foot tickling at all, the pair had even carefully selected photos from their collection that did not even show feet to relax their guest.

The photos put Charlotte at ease whilst also stirring her libido. Each picture showed a woman getting tickled in one of the exact ways she dreamed of getting tickled. Spread eagled or tied with their arms above the heads and tickled all over their upper bodies. In some pictures the women were standing whilst tied to trees and in others they were laid on beds, benches and wooden frames. Charlotte's favourites were the ones with two ticklers lying alongside the lee in a bed tickling each side of their body and most of all the ones where a woman straddled their victim sitting on her waist the way her only tickle-partner Nicky had done to her on a near nightly basis at University before betraying her trust.

Charlotte didn't realise it; but the pictures with the ‘lee being straddled subtly showed the female ler’s upturned soles, introducing soles which had previously been completely avoided. Charlotte did not focus on their feet and did not think of Nicky but the mental image of feet was subtly associated with the tickling she liked. Gradually more and more pictures had feet.

Lilly had clocked Charlotte's preferences from their online discussions and used the extensive castle picture archive to begin her manipulation of her new toy. What Charlotte did realise was just how lucky she was to see these pictures. Lilly and Andrea had told her how carefully they monitored and controlled pictures and filming at the castle events very early on in their seduction of her online, back when the plan had been to entice her to the castle.

Charlotte was becoming visibly aroused and her shy attempts to conceal it pleased Lilly immensely. It was time for the blindfold!

Charlotte trembled with anticipation as the blindfold was applied and her wrists were bound. She was guided downstairs by Lilly with Andrea behind her. As much as not being able to see made Charlotte nervous, as she searched for each step with a socked foot she felt safe with Andrea. The gentle sandy blonde had given her a backrub as they watched the picture show upstairs and the two had bonded.

Charlotte quivered as her arms were secured above her head. She had hoped to be tied down horizontally but she was happy as she felt the extra restraints added to her elbows and wrists. She couldn't see her captors but she just knew that they were pro's and that there would be no issues with chafing or pain.

Charlotte's comfortable submission was shattered as she felt two thick heavy pieces of wood lined with padded leather clamp each of her delicate ankles.

"No!.... No stocks!" She whined.

"But we need them for the gravity rack..." Andrea whispered in her ear.

"Gr... gr... gravity rack?" Charlotte stuttered.

"Yes a gravity rack, and we thought it would be better to do it this way instead of with toe-clamps"

Charlotte panicked at hearing the words 'toe-clamps' but was just reassured enough by Andrea's soothing voice to not utterly freak out. She couldn't see the long wooden stocks but knew they were well made and padded properly. The manacles she heard rattling above her head had a horizontal bar which she grasped.

Suddenly the floor under Charlotte's precious feet started lowering. The already nervous red head lost control as her socked feet instinctively reached for purchase against the retreating smooth wood.

"…No! What are you doing to me!?!" Charlotte whined as she struggled.

Her body was stretched taut by the heavy wooden stocks that pulled her ankles down as the manacles that held her wrists forced her to stand in an inverted Y shape. As the floor came to a stop Charlotte could only reach the floor with the balls of her feet and her toes.

"You see the other gravity rack we have clamps your toes to the floor and then we pull your arms up with a ratchet...." Lilly began.

"We decided to use this one because we know you don't like feet!" Andrea added, finishing her girlfriend's sentence.

Charlotte whimpered as her precious socked feet were forced to explore the wooden floor for purchase. She was imagining having her toes clamped down in such a position and loathed being forced to keep her heels off the deck. She could feel the strain in her calves and knew she could only endure being stretched this way for so long even without any tickle torture. Charlotte was lithe and flexible but not hugely strong, she did Yoga and Pilates intermittently and was wiry, but since she was naturally light (with hollow bones!) her calves especially were not strong.

Just as Charlotte was about to lose her nerve the tickling started. Her captors knew she was the type to back out just before the good stuff started, in their view the best way to deal with such submissives was to start tickling early and not let their anxiety build up.

Andrea started softly with Charlotte's exquisite underarms. The smooth, soft pale skin was feather sensitive and Charlotte's reactions delighted the sandy blonde. As her victim giggled and squeaked Andrea moved on to tease the lithe redhead's delicate neck and chin. The fear was gone and although their victim had lost all coherence, Andrea could tell by her smile that she was enjoying it.

Lilly meanwhile had knelt down and started teasing the backs of Charlotte's legs using the pads of her skilled fingers to maximum effect on the soft delicate outstretched skin. Charlotte completely lost control and thrashed in her bondage to little effect.

Her ticklers knew their craft and had started softly. Nicky used to just tie her down and brutalise her, but somehow being stretched out and softly tickled like this was worse. After only a few seconds Charlotte blushed a deep shade crimson, both her face and body went red as Lilly began to explore her thighs.

The Asian Domme knew that this trick would turn her victim into a quivering mass of tingly flesh. She softly teased the delicate supple skin of Charlotte's thighs whilst working ever upwards under the hem of the sundress, occasionally giving her victim’s tendons a squeeze as she went.

Charlotte was utterly hysterical. Her thighs tried to dance away but the heavy wooden stocks held them in check. Also the devious Asian minx seemed to be able to predict her every flinch whilst moving from one spot to the other. It had been a long time since Charlotte had climaxed properly and she could feel the primal charge build inside of her. A part of her was trying to fight it, struggling to speak she tried to remember the safe-word. 'OH GOD I FORGOT TO SET A SAFEWORD'... They had discussed safe-words upstairs over wine but had not agreed on one.

Just as years of pent up frustration were about to be vented the Asian Dominatrix did something that stopped Charlotte's libido with an abrupt chill. After gently teasing her thighs and working ever upwards towards her crotch, the source of Charlotte's arousal, the Asian minx lifted Charlotte's skirt and peeked at the bikini bottom she wore underneath, Charlotte couldn't see this happening but felt the tell-tale swish of her skirt. What really struck dread into her heart though was the words Lilly said;

"Hmmm looks like she will be wet down there soon!" She cooed.

Charlotte panicked. In an instant her mind replayed the terrible final session with Nicky after they had drunk too much whilst celebrating turning in their final assessments….

Part 2: Flashback *FF/F

Nicky, a voluptuous yet healthy brunette had straddled her as usual and applied a ball-gag as well as turning on music. However Charlotte forgot to purposefully dehydrate herself and after twenty minutes of torture lost complete control of her bladder, ruining the bed as well as Nicky's clothes.

Cruelly Nicky tickled her to the point of exhaustion, showered her off still gagged then hogtied her in the shower. Charlotte felt guilty during the shower but had no idea what was coming, the two students often showered together. It wasn't until the hogtie she got scared, her fears were confirmed when Nicky returned with her box of tickle-toys from under her bed. Slowly and carefully she laid them out one by one for Charlotte to see, there were hairbrushes, old electric toothbrushes and flossers, some banjo picks and a pinwheel. The lithe student struggled and screamed with eyes wide in terror as each torture-tools was added to the collection.

"These will be used to punish you all night long, your only breaks will be when I need to slink back to the laundrette to change the sheets between machines" Nicky cruelly mocked as she slipped behind Charlotte to tie her toes back to her knees.

Charlotte screamed into her ball gag that had been re-enforced with socks and tape. She wasn't just scared now but angry NICKY KNEW SHE COULDN'T HANDLE FEET! Her feet had always been hypersensitive and she could not walk barefoot at the beach or wear sandals over grass. As a result her feet were perfect and pale without a single callous due to this and her regular beauty regimen.

Charlotte didn't know it but her near constant use of exfoliators and pumice stones combined by the careful way she painted her toenails had built up a frustrated lust in her play-partner. Nicky had been planning something like this for a while in her imagination, a part of her thought she wouldn't ever have had the confidence to go through with it. For the past few weeks Charlotte had been stressing her out about little things whilst she had been trying to study. Nicky was fed up with constantly being nagged by her roommate, who whilst sensitive and shy was snippy and capable of studying, cleaning and having enough free time to criticise and moan whilst painting her toenails. It didn't justify what Nicky did that night but it gave the torture a visceral brutality.

Charlotte desperately hoped someone would come to rescue her but she knew the chances were slim due to the music playing to cover the sound, the fact that the campus was mostly deserted and ironically the fact that she got tied and tickled every night so anyone who could hear her would have probably ruined a previous session or was just used to noisy neighbours by now.

Nicky had laid out a towel underneath her on the still wet floor. It gave Charlotte little comfort and prevented her from moving too much. Charlotte tried to slip her bonds but Nicky was an expert. Being kept waiting made the torture worse as she had been truly broken on the bed.

After the tell-tale noises of Nicky's return Charlotte began to whimper and cry. She could not believe Nicky was doing this to her. She had always trusted the lively brunette with her round face with pink cheeks and blue eyes. A part of her longed for the embarrassment of being discovered and rescued, but she knew deep down inside it was Nicky coming back to torture her. Charlotte had managed to roll over onto her back in the hogtie and looked up at her captor with wide terrified eyes.

Now dressed in red shorts and a light blue top of the same sheer shiny material the cruel brunette kicked off her plastic mooching sandals and removed her bright pink socks. After checking the music would play for long enough to cover her cruel designs Nicky tucked some feathers behind her ears the way her roommate did with pencils and pens, then she checked her victim’s gag and bonds.
“You tried to get away didn’t you!” Nicky purred as she held her head so the frantic redhead could see the torture instruments.

“MMNNNHHHRR HNN-HHII-KKYY DDDOWNNNN-NNNTTTT!” Charlotte screamed in a muffled voice into her ball-gag whilst frantically trying to spot which torture instruments were missing.

“There will be no getting away tonight! You have had this coming for a long time little-miss-perfect who doesn’t need as a much time as me to study but doesn’t have time to clean!” There was a real venom to Nicky’s voice along with a hungriness.

Charlotte had thought she was only teasing when she pestered Nicky about the washing up, her roommate needed longer to read things and had been a bit slovenly whilst finishing her dissertation. Nicky had placed a small mirror in front of Charlotte so she could see the look on her victim’s face and her victim could see which torture instrument would be next, a cruel trick she thought of whilst loading the washing machine.

Calmly Nicky tightened the toe ties and added some more strings so that her victim’s toes were not only tied back to the ropes around her knees but also attached to the towel rail and shower curtain by the little toes in an expert manner that was both secure and safe. Charlotte was red in the face by now. She could not stand having things between her toes, and could not even wear most sandals as result only wearing soft fluffy ones with a wide strap over the tops of her insteps. Charlotte had been teasing Nicky by posing her feet in such sandals for a year and now she was going to suffer as a result. IT WAS TORTURE TIME!

Nicky started softly using a fluffy feather on her victim’s arches and toes. The response was instantaneous and entirely disproportionate, Charlotte exploded into hysterical laughter. The tickling was soft but only proved that more was in store. Nicky found that the soft feathers worked best on the captive redhead’s long elegant toes whilst the stiffer goose quills worked a treat on her beautiful pale arches. Nicky had never seen a woman so feather-sensitive as Charlotte and within moments tears rolled down the pale red-heads cheeks. Nicky found that placing feathers between her victim’s toes heightened her torment, even being left alone with the awful fronds slowly responding to gravity and her every move would have been totally unbearable for poor Charlotte.

But her current ordeal was far worse, Nicky had taken to using the sharp quill ends of the feathers to trace devilish designs all over her victim’s arches, heels and the smooth pink balls of her helpless feet. Even Charlotte’s toe-pads were explored this way to her utter horror. Nicky lined up seven or eight feathers in a row between thumb and fingers to truly drive her victim insane, she found she could just about use her nails as well and after a few minutes of trying to respond to her victim’s every twist and turn she just dropped her feathers and dug in with her nails using light scratches that followed Charlotte’s every frantic move.

Charlotte was in tickle hell now, the ball-gag was barely necessary as she descended into silent laughter. Nicky became hypnotised by her victim’s struggles. She varied between using both hands skilfully in this way and using one hand to keep her hypersensitive canvas totally still whilst inflicting an unbearable punishment with the other. Neither woman knew how long this segment lasted, Charlotte only knew she wanted it to stop whilst Nicky had committed to torturing her play-partner now. From her position behind her hogtied victim she reached out with one of her long toned legs to pull the towel with the other torture towards her so that she would not need to stop for a second.

Her own nails were enough to keep Charlotte hysterical all night long but variety was key to a truly unbearable torture session. Nicky selected an electric toothbrush next. Charlotte was already beside herself sobbing, but began screaming in rage as she heard the click and whir of the first evil spinning brush. ‘HOW COULD NICKY DO THIS TO HER!?!?’

The second the brushes came into contact with the soft skin between her toes and instep Charlotte began thrashing, desperately finding the energy of her second wind as adrenaline coursed through her veins. Nicky laughed cruelly as she tried the brushes on her victim’s arches. There was not a spot on Charlotte’s flawless baby-soft soles that was not ticklish but Nicky knew her victim’s toes would be the worst spot for this tool in particular. Later she would experiment with taping as many electric toothbrushes between Charlotte’s toes once she moved the torture session to the one remaining dry bed.

Next up were brushes. Like electric toothbrushes and feathers Nicky collected these, she kept her own hairbrushes when they inevitably got ruined by all the product she used to maintain her short swirl of dark brown hair. She also had a few vibrating ones bought online. There were hairbrushes with bobbles on the end of the tips, hairbrushes with blunt tips, hairbrushes with sharp tips along with scrubbing brushes and also paint brushes that had hardened to cruel torture devices far more effective than the soft bristles required to paint evenly. All would be tested on Charlotte’s soles and none would fail to torture her. The hairbrushes worked best on her arches but were also tested on her heels and the balls of her feet. The vibrating hairbrushes were the worst and were used between each brush to punish Charlotte for ‘not keeping still’ as each and every tickle tool was tested.

The pinwheels were found to be most effective when used to slowly trace patterns over the balls of Charlotte’s feet running across the top of the perfect pink skin just where the pad met the delicate skin between her toes. The terrible paint brushes were found to be effective absolutely everywhere and no spot was neglected in their application. Nicky had collected dozens of these and cleaned them into different patterns such as fans as wells as rows of spikes. The stiff bristles were terrible. The worst came when Nicky taped the vibrating hairbrushes to her victim’s arches and switched them on, as an experiment she had attached two bullet vibrators to smaller paint brushes that had been ruined with varnish or something and used them between her victim’s toes. This technique took Charlotte from exhaustion to desperate frantic struggles for a final fifteen minutes of pure tickle hell that ended in unconsciousness.

But Charlotte’s ordeal wasn’t over. She awoke, tied face down to the bed with her soles tightly secured over the foot of the bed. Toe-ties stretched her soles out to a perfect canvas. Each toe was secured perfectly with a little loop of string. When her final toe was tied Charlotte awoke with a start. She was blindfolded and gagged, a new gag she had not tasted before, there were holes in in. Nicky had applied the whiffle-gag knowing her victim’s screams would not attract attention as the campus was now entirely deserted, the campus security guard told her so when she changed the sheets to the tumble drier during Charlotte’s short rest in the bed with looser restraints. She had dressed Charlotte in a short skirt and nothing else. It was an imitation cheerleader skirt from a drunken night out that Nicky had washed with her own clothes because she had always fancied tickling Charlotte in it: now she had taken her chance.

Nicky started by tickling Charlotte’s thighs and legs, running the pads of her fingertips down the backs of her outstretched knees to flutter in just the right way in the soft nooks that Charlotte could not defend. This technique prepared her victim for the onslaught that was to come, making her giggle nervously as she fought for the energy to struggle. Escape was impossible, her wrists and elbows tied expertly to the headboard. Charlotte began to gibber and whimper as Nicky slowly ran her fingers down her calves.

“NNNNNOOOO-HO NNNNHHOT MMMHIII FFFFTTTTT AAGGNNN!” Charlotte begged into the whiffle gag.

“Yes! Feet again!” Nicky cruelly whispered.

There would be no mercy. Every technique tested during the hogtie would be used again to torment her soles especially the terrible brushes that were worse this way as they could glide gently up and down her arches and then swish between her outstretched toes, this combined with the toothbrushes taped to her toes drove Charlotte to frantically try to break the bed, her every desperate struggle causing the ruffled skirt to rub against her womanhood. Charlotte didn’t even realise what was happening until the first orgasm hit full force. It was like nothing else she had ever experienced and her entire body reacted to the torture flushing red, her tortured nerves turning the frantic messages to escape to a euphoria no vibrator would ever be able to match.

Charlotte would be forced to orgasm this way again and again as Nicky scrubbed her soles with hot soapy water, roasted them with hairdryers, used ice-lollies to torment the hot pink flesh and then finally licked the melted sugary goo from her victim’s soles. As Nicky nibbled on Charlotte’s long toes orgasm number two hit full force, her first climax hadn’t finished yet. It was the first time Charlotte had experienced multiple orgasms, she normally felt ashamed and went to clean herself up and hide the evidence but there was nowhere to run as Nicky forced her to climax again and again. Scrubbing her soles once more whenever she grew tired of licking, Nicky didn’t like licking feet but as much as it made her cringe she knew it teased, tormented, humiliated and tortured Charlotte far, far more. After each scrub and tickle she would produce another ice lolly from the cool box once she got the craving for a choc-ice or magnum. The torture was endless.

After many hours Nicky cruelly placed a tight wide strap around the bed forcing Charlotte’s ass down so that even tiny movements would rub her against the soft silk of her skirt amongst the ruffled bedsheets. Nicky offered Charlotte a vibrating love egg in exchange for a break from her feet getting tortured, the two had experimented with scissoring with these before. Charlotte had been a little shy but enjoyed the results. The trust was gone but the craving was strong so Charlotte nodded frantically desperate for deeper more intense orgasms. From this point on Charlotte did not stop climaxing. She was tortured throughout the night and on into the next day. Nicky took caffeine pills to keep herself awake and dissolved some in sugar water for her victim, not wanting the fun to stop.

At some point during the second day Charlotte became aware that there were now multiple tickers, she could not see them through her blindfold but heard different voices and was clearly tortured by three or more people at once. Nicky had discussed taking her to ‘sessions’ several times to ‘show her off’ but each time Charlotte had shyly backed out at the last minute The same way she had done every time they had made plans to invite a third female tickler. Frustrated Nicky had invited all her other play-partners over one last intense torture session.

The guests were only allowed to stay for an hour or so, each carefully monitored so that none would know just how long Charlotte suffered. Deliriously Charlotte was guided to the toilet and forced to accept sugar water to drink through the whiffle gag.

Eventually her captors wrapped her up tightly in cling-film and made a little spout by her ankles so that they only needed to feed her water, a wide-mouthed bottle was arranged so that Charlotte didn’t ruin another mattress. Nicky made the best use of her time, like Charlotte she had few commitments during these final days at University. She even started some job applications for Charlotte as well as herself as she watched her ‘guests’ torment the hypersensitive red head. Nicky also discretely filmed the sessions as she wanted some blackmail material to help her career progress, naturally she would edit the footage so that neither her nor Charlotte her identifiable. To her surprise a bookish woman she recognised from the library had arrived to play; Nicky had no idea she was a fetishist and hoped she could blackmail her into receiving some torture, Like Charlotte she hid her feet but occasionally Nicky had glimpsed her socked feet in the library and was hungry to touch and torment.

On the third day Nicky even submitted to be tickled herself, allowing her feet to be tickled as a female switch feathered her pussy. Charlotte suffered the same way and unknown to her, each woman who made her climax was subjected to the same fate tied to the new mattress Nicky had bought. Eventually the three day session came to a close as the apartment was now cleaned and ready to be checked for their security deposit. Under Charlotte’s bed the bored middle-aged woman missed a small amount of graffiti, it started with her initials and read: C.W. suffered under the feather here noon and night! Feet and toes, shrieks and moans! Boy was that sight!” Then there dates of her torture session were added. The same fine permanent marker was used to decorate Charlotte’s soles for the final torturous session. There were skilfully drawn feathers surrounding the words “Tickle slave” on each foot.

Charlotte would have to hide her soles for the rest of the summer. Her feet remained too hypersensitive to touch yet alone wash, so her skin cells had to shed naturally. Charlotte’s aversion to feet was increased but she could never match the dizzying high of that three day torture session. She could no longer climax, since every time she got close her mind started recalling the awful details of the intense session, making her shiver and panic. Now after three years of frustration she was ready to explore her sexuality again on the strict proviso of NO FEET!

Part 3: An unexpected surprise *FF/F (more sexual)

Now in the gravity-rack Charlotte panicked, terrified that she would wet herself again and be punished. ‘What did she think she was doing meeting up with strangers from the internet and agreeing to get tickled?!...’
‘What if they never let her go?’
‘What if she wet herself again!....’ Charlotte had flashbacks to her awful ordeal whenever she suddenly or desperately and suddenly needed a wee.

Suddenly Lilly broke the tension;

“I think she may climax even without a vibrator” The Asian Minx purred.

Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief; ‘they meant wet due to arousal’, she thought to herself. The gravity rack kept her stretched out and helpless to resist being teased and tortured but she felt safe again now, submitting to the torture and giving over control rather than fighting to escape. Charlotte had filled out a form for her captors, indicating with a smiley face that she did not mind vibrators being used on her provided she was not subjected to any ‘orgasm denial’ or ‘teasing’. She had put a wiggly line next to the section on genital tickling and explained she was unsure if she was okay with this. She vaguely recalled it being part of her ordeal but the closest she had managed to enjoy a satisfying orgasm in the years since had been teasing her own pussy with a homemade feather wheel whilst watching tickle videos.

Charlotte’s flashback was quickly forgotten as her captors picked up the pace, both women began tickling her upper body that was completely vulnerable due to the gravity rack. Andrea stood behind her and squeezed and kneaded the sweet spot just above her hips, whilst Lilly stood and began scribbling her fingernails in Charlotte’s helpless underarms. Charlotte started to whimper between squeaks and bouts of helpless silent laughter. What she really wanted was to be tied on her back and dominated by the sandy blonde, but for now she submitted more and more to the pair who roamed between tickle-spots to find the best ones laughing like hyenas as they explored their prize.

Andrea took a turn exploring Charlotte’s legs as her girlfriend began using feathers on her neck and underarms. Charlotte wished it was just Andrea tickling her, the Sandy blonde really had ‘the touch’ that turned her blood to smoke with arousal. Meanwhile Lilly had a different touch that seemed to torture her in a way that kept her arousal in check. Andrea explored Charlotte’s thighs getting ever closer to the sweet spot where the soft, milky-white skin of her thighs met the swelteringly hot pink skin of her undercarriage. Charlotte’s was certain she would climax any second, just the soft exploring hands moving ever upwards was enough to intoxicate her with anticipation. Just as Charlotte could stand it no more her two captors began to laugh and play with her thin sundress. They had decided it was ‘getting in the way’ and before Charlotte knew it the thin material was being lifted over her head. As Charlotte’s sundress was secured in the rigging that held her arms above her head, her blindfold was knocked askew. This confirmed something that she had suspected, there were other people in this dungeon. She had heard little noises here and there but dismissed them, but there was definitely another woman restrained in some sort of box in front of her with two more women tickling her somehow.

Charlotte had little time to worry about this as her captors began to explore their bikini-clad prize. Charlotte had chosen to wear a light blue bikini under her darker-blue sundress. The skimpy two-piece bikini accentuated her slim figure and could easily be removed thanks to the little tie-cords. Charlotte squirmed submissively, feeling exposed as feathers and fingers explored her freshly-bared hypersensitive skin. Her captors knew she was close to a tickle-gasm and verbally teased her as she went red in the face.

“Oh do you want the sweet relief of a feather tickling your hungry clit! That will cost you this bikini!” Lilly purred.

Andrea decided it was time to free Charlotte’s ankles from the heavy stocks which were making the redheads legs shake in the wrong way. Andrea knew the arousal was masking her victims discomfort and knew it was time to take action. Still hungry to climax Charlotte whimpered as her tired legs were guided into new straps that forced her into a kneeling position on a comfortable split bench. All movement was still impossible but now her body was not under so much strain. Charlotte’s hadn’t noticed the exhaustion and weariness that the heavy bar had caused thanks to the near-constant tickling and teasing. Her legs ached as did her feet. Charlotte curled her toes in their socks out of both arousal and the dull ache in her tendons.

“Have you seen what is written on her socks!” Lilly cackled.

Charlotte had reconsidered wearing her ‘fuck off!’ socks before leaving, thinking it might goad her captors into tickling her precious feet. But she wanted to make sure they knew she meant it.

“I think we should teach her some manners!” Lilly added as the two women laughed.

“I think she deserves a nice foot massage after being left in the gravity rack!” Andrea added.

Charlotte was about to scream ‘NOOO FEEET!”’ Into her gag but a foot-massage from the sandy blonde sounded like heaven. Before she knew it she was nodding vigorously as Andrea whispered in her ear “Do you want a foot massage?”

Charlotte’s socks were slowly removed by the two women and her soles were oiled. Charlotte whimpered into her whiffle gag which was removed for her to pant and moan. She had not been denied an orgasm but her captors had skilfully skirted around her erogenous zones to prolong her ordeal. Playfully Lilly undid Charlotte’s bikini top as the redhead moaned in pleasure as behind her the sandy blonde had magic fingers and Charlotte’s tired feet submitted to be touched for once. Before Charlotte knew it the straps from her bikini where in her mouth, she knew the game even before Lilly explained the rules:

“Keep your mouth closed or I will tickle your tits!” Lilly teased.

Charlotte tried to resist the feathers that distracted her from the delicious foot massage, a part of her wished that there were two women like Andrea massaging a foot each on a desert island. Although Charlotte was the one in bondage, the sandy blonde made her feel as if she was somehow the submissive instead. Charlotte kept her mouth shut for around five minutes as Lilly explored her underarms with feathers. All too soon she dropped the cords and Lilly was teasing her breasts with feathers instead making circles that moved ever closer to her engorged nipples. Andrea finished her expert foot massage with toe-ties and two heat lamps. Charlotte was ready to burst and hardly realised her soles were stretched out taut under two expertly positioned heat lamps. It all felt like part of the massage. Just as she was about to panic her gentle captor whispered in her ear:

“And now I will take a feather to your dripping-wet pussy!” The gentle blonde made it sound like the most innocent thing in the world and smiled sweetly as she pulled on the chord to expose Charlotte’s smouldering womanhood to the dungeons tantalising air.

After only a few gently strokes of the soft skin where the slim redhead’s thighs met her undercarriage Andrea had her victim ready to burst. Lilly teased her now rock-hard nipples and just as Charlotte was about to burst she heard her captors exclaim;

“Perhaps now we should show her the present we got especially for her!”

Charlotte tried to protest but was in a rictus of ecstatic delirium, so close to an apocalyptic climax she could taste it. Desperate for just one touch of the feather on her pussy lips she struggled helplessly as her blindfold was slipped off. Charlotte was unable to believe her eyes.

There in front of her was Nicky! She was a few years older and had gained a tiny bit of weight but it was definitely her! The voluptuous brunette even had the same hairstyle and pink rosy cheeks that looked perfect around a black ball-gag. The bondage was perfect as it had been made to measure. Nicky was restrained naked in a peculiar set of stocks that incorporated what looked like medical equipment. Her head, legs and wrists were all restrained in one set of stocks facing upwards with five holes. What made her bondage truly visceral was the way her legs were bent back with extra restraints such that her pussy was exposed as she was restrained on her back with her legs pulled tightly back.

Two women tickled Nicky’s upturned feet that were kept still with toe-ties. One was a devious Goth with Ivory skin framed by a loose-fitting purple and black dress, the other was exuberant black-chick in a bright yellow dress who gleefully ticked Nicky’s left arch with her long fingernails. The goth-chick was more solemn, but the slow teasing path of her sharp purple fingernails seemed to torment Nicky just as much. Dutifully the goth-girl responded to a beep from the medical equipment indicating that it was time for Nicky’s pussy to be feathered.

“We heard about what she did to you! In her weaker moments she even talked about it with what sounded like guilt, of course she also broke many of our rules and even tried to black-mail one of her best clients!” Andrea explained softly.

Charlotte was utterly gobsmacked and could not even form words, instead she just stuttered “N… Ni… Nic…”

“We have kept her like this for three days! No sleep! No mercy!...” Lilly explained before adding; “….She was prepared ahead of time and an I.V. keeps her hydrated, awake and hypersensitive thanks to a special blend of stimulants. We have kept her on the edge of an orgasm and in absolute agony from the tickle-torture for almost all of that time. She was just starting to flag, until we brought you down for her to watch get tortured”.

“So before we feather you to climax, what do you want us to do to her?” Andrea asked sweetly.

Charlotte’s mind raced. A part of her was aroused to see Nicky in such desperate agony, another part wanted to take pity on her. Fearful for her own safety she hesitated trying to make a decision that would keep her precious feet safe, she was aware of the toe-ties and heat lamps now. Just then the goth-girl stopped feathering Nicky’s folds and went back to her soles with a hairbrush and her fingernails. Red faced and hysterical Nicky began to beg into her ball-gag for the feathering to resume. Just then something inside Charlotte snapped;

“Keep her in agony for as long as you can!” She exclaimed with a sadistic smile.

“Then that is exactly what we will do, as long as you can resist the feather for five minutes!” Lilly replied.

It was an impossible task. Charlotte tried, but she had been so close before and with the added stimulation of watching her old tickle-partner suffer she knew she would fail. Lilly had begun to feather her folds whilst Andrea selected a special fine-tipped brush to tease her clit, the brush vibrated. Within seconds an orgasm rocked Charlotte’s body, the floodgates were open and years of pent-up sexual frustration were freed. Her captors laughed and took it in turn to give her deep kisses as she moaned and begged. Just as Charlotte thought she could take no more the next orgasm would rock her body. With scarcely a trace of energy left Charlotte was left, nearly unconscious with Lilly whispering in her ear;

“We will give you two choices, either we let Nicky cum the way you just did… Or all four of us get to tickle you wherever we want…. Feet included, meanwhile her torture continues for as long as we can keep it going!”

Charlotte was nearly delirious but the look of desperate hunger in Nicky’s eyes stirred something in her;

“You may tickle my feet!” She began in a weak voice… “Keep her begging!” She peeped before finally submitting to the deep black well of unconsciousness.


To be continued!

Haven’t finished part 2 even yet, but wanted to make sure to say good work and thank you for taking the time to share this with us. I’m enjoying it so far

The king is back! Thanks for another amazing story and looking forward to the next part

outstanding

Thanks everyone, it was great writing for Andrea and Lilly again

Part 4: Charlotte's feet and conditioning.

Slowly Charlotte awoke. At first she was not sure at first if she had dreamt of the torture session that had concluded with her old tickle-partner Nicky being presented to her as a gift. But as she opened her eyes there was the devious brunette who had betrayed her trust and tortured her without mercy for three days straight.

Nicky was still in the same torture device which held her head, wrists and ankles in line with extra straps to hold her legs such that her smouldering pussy was kept vulnerable for the slow sexual teasing that was presently being administered by the sexy goth-chick. Gently the pale-skinned beauty smiled as she teased Nicky’s outer fold, knowing that the pure torment of being kept on the edge of sexual release for so long was driving her helpless victim insane.

Charlotte curled her toes as she remembered the deal she had made with her captors to keep Nicky agonisingly close to a climax. ‘Her feet were going to be tickled!’ Charlotte noticed her captors had secured her succulent soles in fur lined slippers, she could not see her soles from her kneeling position but whimpered as she felt the soft fur that she knew was part of some ploy to make her more ticklish.

“Ah sleeping beauty awakes!” Lilly purred.
“Now we get to tickle those sexy feet of hers!” Andrea beamed.

Charlotte curled her toes in dread, the memory of finally submitting to be foot tickled before she passed out flooding back.

“….Not until after she climaxes!” Lilly added, brandishing a vibrating wand.

Charlotte squirmed as her fur-lined slippers were removed by the sandy blonde. She giggled as her toes were tied and her plump, pink soles were oiled. Her two captors giggled in unison as they enjoyed their prize. Nicky meanwhile was still screaming red in the face from the double-dose of orgasm denial and tickle torture. As if being edged and tickle tortured wasn’t bad enough, now she was about to watch her ultimate-crush get tickle torture and forced to endure the climax she desperately craved.

With Charlotte’s soles oiled Andrea began dragging two hot black stones up and down each arch. Lilly meanwhile began using the vibrator on Charlotte’s pussy. Purring and teasing her victim about how bad the torture would be when she submitted to another orgasm. Charlotte was forced to watch as two hairbrushes were used on Nicky’s upturned arches. She had thought that the last orgasm was the last she had in her but she was wrong. As she felt the waves of pleasure rising Lilly strapped the vibrator in place and joined her girlfriend behind the kneeling device. With their victims soles oiled and heated neither woman could resist forcing her over the edge as the climax approached.

Andrea began with her fingertips whilst Lilly scratched with her sharp nails. Their victim's feet were silky-soft and a delight to tickle. Charlotte screamed a primal scream as the tickle-torture and orgasm arrived in unison. The two women kept tickling and Charlotte kept climaxing. Lilly and Andrea used their fingers for a good fifteen minutes before moving on to hairbrushes. Her feet where her worst spot; and previously, Charlotte had been dreaded anyone even looking at them. Slowly as the association therapy continued she began to crave the torture.

The pale red head was tickled by Lilly and Andrea for what felt like hours before the goth-chick and her black friend were given a turn. As the two new women delighted in gently tracing their nails up her hyper-sensitive soles Andrea and Lilly took a turn at edging and tickling Nicky whose torment had continued unabated.

Eventually Charlotte’s slim body could take no more and was moved to a rack. As the ratchet was tightened a mirror was positioned at 45° so that she could continue to watch Nicky’s torment at the hands of a different goth-chick and a blonde in a red dress. Charlotte now suffered at the hands of all four of the original women who laughed as they tickled. Her feet got it worst but her underarms were also tormented by feathers and her tummy brutalised by Cassandra, the African-Caribbean Goddess who laughed heartily as she drove the sexy slim redhead to new levels of torment; exploring every rib and the sweet-spot just above both of Charlotte’s hips.

As if things couldn’t get worse Charlotte was stripped completely naked and subjected to the cruel administrations of a twin wheel of feathers that slowly traced two ticklish path across the sensitive skin between her inner thighs and her undercarriage. Charlotte’s nipples were subjected to feathers and brushes until they stood pert and erect, at which point they were seized by two clamp like devices that were the cruel base for little wheels that tormented her areolae with tiny brushes that turned on the central nub of the round clamps. From time to time her tormenters would trace a feather or brush over Charlotte’s pussy, seeing how long they could tickle her clit until she was absorbed by yet enough mind-shattering orgasm.

Unlike Nicky, Charlotte was allowed to climax but her tormentors delighted in making her beg through hoarse giggles. Each orgasm was accompanied by intense foot tickling using fingers, hairbrush and electric toothbrushes between her toes. Charlotte felt as if days had passed when she finally hit her release-time, the time she needed to be freed to allow her enough time to shower and sleep before work.

After her ordeal the monotonous tedium of the real world seemed torturous to her and she couldn’t wait to return to her captors. She smiled as the time approached for her next session, Andrea had let her know that Nicky was still being kept in agony, and had not been allowed to climax in the week since Charlotte had been ‘broken in’. Previously Charlotte had dreaded foot tickling, but now she became intensely aroused as the pin wheels were slowly run up her creamy-soft arches.

The End.

Unreal, I loved this so much

Number one, as always. No one better.

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hmmmmmmm, i envy Charlotte so much ![
Beautiful and sexy stories !
Queenie

templarjohn said:

Number one, as always. No one better.

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Thanks, there are other authors I think are better though....

BarefootTickles said:

Unreal, I loved this so much

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Glad you did, I was worried people wouldn't realise there was a new part after all this time.

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Really?! ;-)

Just read this superb story. Well done! I envy Charlotte, and am ready to read more episodes!