@tara132... My deepest apologies for the long wait. Life is unpredictable! Lol! Anyway, I hope it was worth the wait! F/F, nsfw. Mostly upper body.
Leticia was overcome with joy and wonder as she stepped from the old cab. She handed the driver a ten pound note and turned to look down the street. The Shambles. She had seen pictures, but never imagined how cool it could be in person. It was like she boarded a plane in Denver, and just hours later, had stepped into a storybook. She had never been out of the united states before, and when her parents asked her where she wanted to go for her graduation present, she knew immediately, that she had to go to York. She wandered up and down the street, ogling the beautiful, old-world buildings, the cool signs-like something from a fantasy novel. She walked briskly, trying and failing to slow herself from the excitement. Her long, curly black hair bounced and danced in the light wind. Her tank top and cutoff jeans left her starkly pale skin and her lovely tattoos out in the open for all to see. She virtually skipped down the street, gazing in each window, thumbs hooked in her backpack straps. She stopped into a candy store and bought some chocolates. A nice tea shop offered Scottish shortbread biscuits and a collection of teas, which she sampled, and purchased. Her big brown eyes beamed, smiling, taking in the experience. Dress shops, souvenir traps, even a little cafe offering a modest menu of curries, and the kind of fare a tourist might look for-fish and chips, bangers and mash, etc. Along the pretty row of businesses under lofts of old-world style-clapboard and plaster walls... Leticia found a quaint little holistic Salon. "Mistress Tara's". The sign in the window promised aromatherapy, handmade soaps and beauty products, and a host of healing and nurturing services. She turned into the front door, and was greeted with sights and scents pleasing and exciting. She browsed for a bit, grabbing a cute wicker basket. She selected a bath bomb, some lotion, lip balm, candles, essential oils. She browsed her way to a small bookshelf. On it, she found a variety of titles on Wicca, Druidry, Thelema, Witchcraft, and several other esoteric themes. She had always found the occult studies to be quite fascinating. She selected a small volume, "Practical Magic for the Modern Witch" and placed it in her basket. She continued browsing as the cute blonde girl behind the counter paid little attention, but did look up from her book once in awhile to observe Leticia. As she finished shopping, she approached the checkout counter. The blondie laid her book down with a bookmark, and smiled at Leticia.
"Did you find something you fancy?" the girl's lilting brogue reached out like a warm cloud, caressing Leticia's ears. She smiled back, her voluminous red lips stretching out to reveal beautiful, straight teeth.
"I found a lot of things, actually! Cute little shop you have here!" As Leticia began laying her items on the counter for ringing, another woman stepped from the back. She was curvy, with a dark bob, even darker eyes. She had elfy features, that softened when she smiled radiantly, her big dark eyes taking in the image of Leticia all at once.
"Oh, that accent! Are you from America?"
Letica turned to aknowledge the new presence. Her lovely brown Maryjanes. And dark Cuban stockings-the kind with the real seams. Her dress, a pretty summer dress, Of muted orange with yellow sunflowers, was barely holding in her ample curves. Her fantastic breasts were pushed up high, and together, threatening to burst from the plunging neckline, due to the tasteful corset underneath, just barely visable under her dress.
"Uh... yes! Denver. Colorado. I'm here on my summer graduation trip! I've wanted to see The Shambles for some time now, and your shop is lovely!" The brunette laughed, a bit delighted, as her ample breasts jiggled minutely.
"Awwww! Thank you luv, you are too kind! I'm glad you like it! We also offer holistic services like healing and guided meditations, as well as facial and beauty treatments, massages... have you ever had a massage?" Leticia smiled, blushing a bit.
"Um, no. Never. I mean. I've had like, footrubs, shoulder massages, but never like a real massage. How much does that cost?" she bit her lip, sheepish, but intrigued.
"Oh, darling! You are in England for the first time, on a trip by yourself, experiencing the world all alone... How about you let me treat you to a freebie today? On the house!" Leticia's eyes bugged, and her mouth fell agape. The blonde girl finished bagging her purchases and reassured her
"Go ahead, dear. I'll set these aside and you can pay when you're done." Leticia smiled at her, and back at the brunette.
"Well, OK then! I'm not gonna say no to a free massage!"
"Great!" said the delighted brunette. "Follow me back this way!" She took Leticia's hand and led her down a warm hallway. Three private rooms branched off of the back side of it. The brunette led her to the last one, her voluptuous rump and hips swinging seductively as she planted her steps with confidence. Leticia watched the seams in her stockings, accenting her strong thighs as she stepped. She motioned for Letica to enter.
"In there, dear. Go ahead and disrobe, and have a ly down on the table. I'll go and get some warm lotion, and I'll be right in. I'm Tara, by the way. What's your name, luv?"
"Leticia. You can call me 'Tish'."
"Alright then, Tish. I'll be right back." Leticia kicked off her shoes, and peeled off her socks. Her dark red nails contrasted with her fair complection, very fair for a latina. She continued disrobing, laying her shirt and her shorts by her backpack. She pondered a second before unsnapping her bra and laying it aside as well. The room was not cold, but her little brown nipples hardened right up anyway, at the touch of the air. She pondered further, before whispering to herself.
"Fuck it. Why not." she slid her panties down and off, laying them aside as well. She grabbed a towel and covered her bum as she laid face-down on the sturdy massage table. There was more than enough room. Her slender frame took up very little of the space on the table. She lay there in the dim light for several moments, relaxing, when the door opened softly. Tara entered quietly with a bottle of lotion, and a warmer. She plugged it in, and sighed pleasantly. She assumed a calm and relaxing tone and tempo.
"Alright then, Tish. You just relax and let me give you the best massage of your life." She pumped some lotion into her hands and began working it into Leticia's tiny toes. Tish moaned low as Tara stretched and pulled at her feet, ankles, and calves. As Tara ascended methodically, thighs, buttocks, back, sides, Leticia let out a tiny giggle. Tara persisted kneeding gently on her sides, eliciting more giggles.
"Are you terribly ticklish, Tish?" Letica could only speak in giggles.
"Huyeah! My sides and my ribs are really ticklish. My feet and my armpits." Tara kept massaging reverently, her fingers digging in just slightly as she spread the warm lotion across Leticia's back and ribs. Letica could not stop smiling, with the odd giggle. Tara bit her lip as she worked, rubbing the lotion into every inch of the lovely Latina. She made mental notes of every spot that elicited giggles or involuntary movement. She kept going, back, shoulders, arms, neck. Leticia was melting into the massage table. She was so relaxed that she didn't even notice Tara wrapping the soft cuffs around her wrists. As She made her way back down Leticia's naked body, she finished with her feet again, as she cuffed Tish's ankles, almost magically undetected.
"Ok, dear. Turn over on your back." Leticia complied, almost as if hypnotized. She scooted and rolled, tangling the nylon restraints at her wrists and ankles, trapping herself completely, unwittingly, with her hands stretched high overhead. Her eyes closed. Leticia wore a most sublime expression of relaxation and pleasure. As she turned, Tara took in the image of her naked body on the table-her lovely, colorfull shoulder tattoo, her sweet, demure little minge, with just a tuft of curly black hair. Tara continued with lotion, massaging again, Tish's feet, ankles, shins, thighs, hips... more giggles... sides, tummy... lots of giggles.
"Ahahaaa! Sorry! Sorry! God, I'm so ticklish!" Leticia giggled. Tara continued massaging, giggling softly herself.
"Quite alright. What is life without a little tickle now and then?" She slathered warm lotion on Tish's underarms, massaging lightly, her arms, and trapezius muscles. Tish jumped, mouth wide in a big smile, laughing full now.
"AAHAHAHAAAAOW MY GOD! OH GOD! SORRY! SORRY! I'm so ticklish there!" Tara laughed, almost wicked, before confidently cupping Leticia's breasts, and kneeding them with the warm lotion. She rolled them slowly, pressing lightly against Leticia's ribcage. Tish held her breath for a moment, shocked at Tara's brazen caress, but convinced herself that this was normal, and it's just a massage. As Tish was distracted by these ponderings, Tara deftly strapped across her hips with a narrow nylon strap. It was firm, but not tight. Leticia wiggled a bit, realizing she had let herself be restrained, wrists, ankles, and hips, to a large, sturdy massage table. She was now really having some second thoughts. She inquired politely.
"Um... why the restraints, Tara?" Tara replied confidently and professionally.
"You are kind of wiggly, luv. Don't want you to fall off the table. This is supposed to be a positive experience. No hospitals involved. But... it's actually Mistress Tara." she corrected. Leticia conceded that Tara's explaination made perfect sense, but the correction made her nervous.
"Mistress Tara?" Tara walked to the foot of the table, her leather heels clacking authoritatively on the tile floor. She took a deep breath, and took in the sight of Leticia. Bound. Helpless. Naked. Glistening with lotion in the soft, dim light of the private massage room. Tara held back giggles of delight as she lifted her hands, her wicked nails poised for contact with Leticia's vulnerable bare feet.
"That's right, hun. Mistress Tara. Or just Mistress, if you like." Mistress Tara dragged her nails up Leticia's helpless bare soles, elicitting a squeal of involuntary laughter.
"NONONO! GAAAAAH! WHAHAHAT ARE YOU DOHOOOING!? STAAAAAAAHP! AHAHAHAAAAA! STOP!" Mistress Tara only grinned, elated, and continued slowly dragging her wicked nails up and down Leticia's poor bare feet. Guffaws of laughter poured from Leticia's wide open, smiling mouth. Her body shuddered as she kicked her feet helplessly. Mistress Tara teased and played with her.
"Oh, my goodness, Tish! I think I found a tickle spot!" Leticia could barely speak to respond.
"No! Stop! Pleaheahease! Ahahahahaaaa! Not... not my feet! Not my feet!" Mistress Tara chuckled, and nodded in acquiescence.
"Awwww.... not your little feetsies, Luv? Alright then. I'm sure you've got other spots on you just as ticklish. I'm thinkin' bout that soft spot right behind your knees... just here..." Leticia squealed, twisting and struggling. Laughter forced it's way from her, much to Mistress Tara's extreme delight.
"Oh! See? I was right! Ticklespot number two! Shall we try for three?" Leticia blushed, chortling involuntarily.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? NOHOHOHOHOOOOO! STAHHHHHP! STOPPIT! AHOHOHOHOHEEEEEEHEEEEEE!"
Mistress Tara scribbled her nails over Tish's knees, and thighs, pinching at her bum and hips as the gorgeous latina wriggled helplessly amid terrible, glorious laughter.
"How about your fanny.... hmmm? Does it tickle when I...?" Mistress Tara teased and stroked ever so softly, Tish's groin, inner thighs. A deep sigh of shock erupted from her as Mistress Tara dipped her fingers just slightly, spreading the slick, soft folds of Tish's sweet minge.
"Whoahohohoho! What!? Nohohohoho! Haaaa! WHY IS THAT SO TICKLISH!? OH GOD!" Mistress Tara stepped back, giving Leticia a moment to breathe. She slipped her sundress up and over her head, revealing her extreme hourglass figure, laced tightly into the corset that Leticia glimpsed earlier. Leticia found herself strangely exited, and even aroused. She had never had an erotic experience with a woman, and this experience was quickly turning that way. Mistress Tara caressed Letica's face, grinning.
"Alright, luv. You ready for more?" Before Leticia could protest, Tara kicked off her shoes and climped up onto the massage table. She straddled Leticia's hips. The warmth of her skin, the textures... her panties... her stockings... her thighs... Leticia found herself acclimating well to this massage. Her pussy moistened a bit, warming... Tara gazed at her bare tummy. Grinning, she barely scraped the tips of her nails over bare skin. Traveling back and forth, scribbling like spider legs, she drew new explosions of laughter and convulsions from the helplessly bound Leticia, who laughed incessantly as electric sensations forced their way all over and through her. Her voice pleaded instinctively in desperate panic, as her body twisted and convulsed in gleeful over stimulation.
"NOOOOOOO! THAT'S MY BELLYBUTTON! DOHOHOHON'T! NOHOHOHOHIHAHAHAHAHAAAARGH!"
Leticia's dire begging only served to enliven Tara, who's smile threatened to wrap around her head at this point. She teased, poked, prodded, stroked, and squeezed the helpless, vulnerable, naked latina. Her devilish fingernails lightly traced over every gentle curve of every individual rib. She could almost feel the tickling through her fingertips as she took her sweet time exploring poor Leticia's exposed skin. She traced the curves of Tish's bouncy breasts as the girl's pretty brown nipples puckered with the invasion. Goosebumps raised all over her porcelain-toned titties, as they shook. Her nipples were the most ticklish of all. When Mistress Tara licked them, and blew gently across them, her hysteria skyrocketted to new heights. Her back arched hard as she tried, in vain, to buck Tara off. A delicious wail of shock and disbelief, coupled with guffaws of deep, throaty laughter, echoed to the center of Tara's very soul! Leticia begged rabidly.
"PLEASE! OH GOD PLEASE! NOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA! NOHOHOT MY NIHIHIHIPPLESSSSSSSSSSS!"
Tara squealed, giggling in sadistic bliss.
"Awwwwww! Poor thing! Are your little boobies just soooooooo, so ticklish!?" She mused, teasing poor humiliated Leticia as she lightly flicked and grazed her tortured nipples. She leaned forward, feeling Leticia's naked body ahainst her own, and placed a warm, wet, lusty kiss on Leticia's neck. Tish gasped, letting herself surrender to the tender moment as her arousal fluttered, truly setting in now. Her loins nearly burned with desire, though she thought she might actually have a stroke if Mistress Tara kept tickling. She could feel those dominant, hungry fingers on her ribs, gently seaking a perfect spot. When they found what they were looking for, Leticia held her breath and gritted her teeth. Then, almost as if her deepest fear had been realized by her tormentor, she felt the shaking pressure of her ribs being assaulted almost violently. At the same time, before she could even scream, those warm, pullowy lips blew a long, hard, wet raspberry on her tender neck. She lost all capacity to resist or speak, or even breathe. She poured out helpless, involuntary laughter as if a dam had given way.
"HAAA HAAA HAA HAA HAA HAA HAA HAA HAAAAAAAAARGH! UGH! NOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" Mistress Tara lowered a hand, again, to Leticia's hot, dripping quim, and caressed her engorged clit with her gentle thumb, as she slipped two fingers in, almost reverently. Her free hand found ticklish nipples, and pinched and teased, as she buried her mouth into soft belly and side, nibbling, licking, kissing, and blowing those horrible, panic inducing raspberries. Leticia wriggled, and jerked, moaning and giggling, laughing and wailing. The evil fingernails and lips assaulted her all over. Armpits, neck, ribs, breasts, sides, tummy, hips... all under constant, random attack as Mistress Tara tenderly coaxed her to the verge of pure, terrifying ecstacy. As the climax boiled in her twitching nethers, she could not keep her emotions, or the sensations straight. She was laughing and crying and pleading when release hit her like a pyroclastic flow. It burned over her naked body immediately, overwhelming her as she wailed and squealed. Mistress Tara attended her tender ministrations, cooing gently and easing Leticia down from her celestial, near-otherworldly ordeal.
"Awwwwww... that's right, luv. That's it... yes.... right there.... there it is." The busty domme caressed her captor's glowing face, wiping tears, sweat, and errant tangles of black hair from Leticia's gorgeous, but clearly defeated visage. The exhausted latina gasped, huffing and puffing. Her big brown eyes finally opened, gazing at the lovely, elfish domme. She found her breath and finally spoke, sharing a tender, soft, knowing look with Tara.
"You... tickled the shit out of me! I can't believe you did that! I'm so... humiliated, and... ... ..." But Tara reassured her, shushing and cooing.
"Awwww.... shhhhhh... poor baby. You are so, so delightfully ticklish too. That must have been pure torture for you, yeah? But... Look at you now. So relaxed and feeling so lovely and warm. There is no need to be embarrassed, hun. Everyone needs a good tickle now and then. And... a happy ending to relieve the tension." She caressed and massaged as she released Leticia from her bonds. Tish just closed her eyes, swallowing, and catching her breath. She WAS very relaxed now, and she definitely did not hate the mindblowing orgasm. She finally conceded, grinning, giggling lightly.
"That WAS easily one of the most incredible orgasms I've ever experienced. And... even though I'm really, dreadfully ticklish... I did kind of... really enjoy it... a lot."
Tara smiled warmly, beaming slightly.
"See? I knew you would love it. I could tell, you were just begging to be tickled!" Letica blushed, grinning involuntarily. She slid closer to the curvy domme, until she could feel the heat from her skin.
"But there's only one thing, Mistress. I didn't get a kiss." But before Tara could reply, Leticia wrapped her arms around her and stole a kiss from her. Deep, forceful, it startled Mistress Tara. No 'lee had ever jumped her and kissed her before. As she settled into the kiss, her hands coming to rest on the nymphish latina's hips, she thought to herself... "Uh-oh... what the fuck have I gotten myself into this time?"...
Leticia was overcome with joy and wonder as she stepped from the old cab. She handed the driver a ten pound note and turned to look down the street. The Shambles. She had seen pictures, but never imagined how cool it could be in person. It was like she boarded a plane in Denver, and just hours later, had stepped into a storybook. She had never been out of the united states before, and when her parents asked her where she wanted to go for her graduation present, she knew immediately, that she had to go to York. She wandered up and down the street, ogling the beautiful, old-world buildings, the cool signs-like something from a fantasy novel. She walked briskly, trying and failing to slow herself from the excitement. Her long, curly black hair bounced and danced in the light wind. Her tank top and cutoff jeans left her starkly pale skin and her lovely tattoos out in the open for all to see. She virtually skipped down the street, gazing in each window, thumbs hooked in her backpack straps. She stopped into a candy store and bought some chocolates. A nice tea shop offered Scottish shortbread biscuits and a collection of teas, which she sampled, and purchased. Her big brown eyes beamed, smiling, taking in the experience. Dress shops, souvenir traps, even a little cafe offering a modest menu of curries, and the kind of fare a tourist might look for-fish and chips, bangers and mash, etc. Along the pretty row of businesses under lofts of old-world style-clapboard and plaster walls... Leticia found a quaint little holistic Salon. "Mistress Tara's". The sign in the window promised aromatherapy, handmade soaps and beauty products, and a host of healing and nurturing services. She turned into the front door, and was greeted with sights and scents pleasing and exciting. She browsed for a bit, grabbing a cute wicker basket. She selected a bath bomb, some lotion, lip balm, candles, essential oils. She browsed her way to a small bookshelf. On it, she found a variety of titles on Wicca, Druidry, Thelema, Witchcraft, and several other esoteric themes. She had always found the occult studies to be quite fascinating. She selected a small volume, "Practical Magic for the Modern Witch" and placed it in her basket. She continued browsing as the cute blonde girl behind the counter paid little attention, but did look up from her book once in awhile to observe Leticia. As she finished shopping, she approached the checkout counter. The blondie laid her book down with a bookmark, and smiled at Leticia.
"Did you find something you fancy?" the girl's lilting brogue reached out like a warm cloud, caressing Leticia's ears. She smiled back, her voluminous red lips stretching out to reveal beautiful, straight teeth.
"I found a lot of things, actually! Cute little shop you have here!" As Leticia began laying her items on the counter for ringing, another woman stepped from the back. She was curvy, with a dark bob, even darker eyes. She had elfy features, that softened when she smiled radiantly, her big dark eyes taking in the image of Leticia all at once.
"Oh, that accent! Are you from America?"
Letica turned to aknowledge the new presence. Her lovely brown Maryjanes. And dark Cuban stockings-the kind with the real seams. Her dress, a pretty summer dress, Of muted orange with yellow sunflowers, was barely holding in her ample curves. Her fantastic breasts were pushed up high, and together, threatening to burst from the plunging neckline, due to the tasteful corset underneath, just barely visable under her dress.
"Uh... yes! Denver. Colorado. I'm here on my summer graduation trip! I've wanted to see The Shambles for some time now, and your shop is lovely!" The brunette laughed, a bit delighted, as her ample breasts jiggled minutely.
"Awwww! Thank you luv, you are too kind! I'm glad you like it! We also offer holistic services like healing and guided meditations, as well as facial and beauty treatments, massages... have you ever had a massage?" Leticia smiled, blushing a bit.
"Um, no. Never. I mean. I've had like, footrubs, shoulder massages, but never like a real massage. How much does that cost?" she bit her lip, sheepish, but intrigued.
"Oh, darling! You are in England for the first time, on a trip by yourself, experiencing the world all alone... How about you let me treat you to a freebie today? On the house!" Leticia's eyes bugged, and her mouth fell agape. The blonde girl finished bagging her purchases and reassured her
"Go ahead, dear. I'll set these aside and you can pay when you're done." Leticia smiled at her, and back at the brunette.
"Well, OK then! I'm not gonna say no to a free massage!"
"Great!" said the delighted brunette. "Follow me back this way!" She took Leticia's hand and led her down a warm hallway. Three private rooms branched off of the back side of it. The brunette led her to the last one, her voluptuous rump and hips swinging seductively as she planted her steps with confidence. Leticia watched the seams in her stockings, accenting her strong thighs as she stepped. She motioned for Letica to enter.
"In there, dear. Go ahead and disrobe, and have a ly down on the table. I'll go and get some warm lotion, and I'll be right in. I'm Tara, by the way. What's your name, luv?"
"Leticia. You can call me 'Tish'."
"Alright then, Tish. I'll be right back." Leticia kicked off her shoes, and peeled off her socks. Her dark red nails contrasted with her fair complection, very fair for a latina. She continued disrobing, laying her shirt and her shorts by her backpack. She pondered a second before unsnapping her bra and laying it aside as well. The room was not cold, but her little brown nipples hardened right up anyway, at the touch of the air. She pondered further, before whispering to herself.
"Fuck it. Why not." she slid her panties down and off, laying them aside as well. She grabbed a towel and covered her bum as she laid face-down on the sturdy massage table. There was more than enough room. Her slender frame took up very little of the space on the table. She lay there in the dim light for several moments, relaxing, when the door opened softly. Tara entered quietly with a bottle of lotion, and a warmer. She plugged it in, and sighed pleasantly. She assumed a calm and relaxing tone and tempo.
"Alright then, Tish. You just relax and let me give you the best massage of your life." She pumped some lotion into her hands and began working it into Leticia's tiny toes. Tish moaned low as Tara stretched and pulled at her feet, ankles, and calves. As Tara ascended methodically, thighs, buttocks, back, sides, Leticia let out a tiny giggle. Tara persisted kneeding gently on her sides, eliciting more giggles.
"Are you terribly ticklish, Tish?" Letica could only speak in giggles.
"Huyeah! My sides and my ribs are really ticklish. My feet and my armpits." Tara kept massaging reverently, her fingers digging in just slightly as she spread the warm lotion across Leticia's back and ribs. Letica could not stop smiling, with the odd giggle. Tara bit her lip as she worked, rubbing the lotion into every inch of the lovely Latina. She made mental notes of every spot that elicited giggles or involuntary movement. She kept going, back, shoulders, arms, neck. Leticia was melting into the massage table. She was so relaxed that she didn't even notice Tara wrapping the soft cuffs around her wrists. As She made her way back down Leticia's naked body, she finished with her feet again, as she cuffed Tish's ankles, almost magically undetected.
"Ok, dear. Turn over on your back." Leticia complied, almost as if hypnotized. She scooted and rolled, tangling the nylon restraints at her wrists and ankles, trapping herself completely, unwittingly, with her hands stretched high overhead. Her eyes closed. Leticia wore a most sublime expression of relaxation and pleasure. As she turned, Tara took in the image of her naked body on the table-her lovely, colorfull shoulder tattoo, her sweet, demure little minge, with just a tuft of curly black hair. Tara continued with lotion, massaging again, Tish's feet, ankles, shins, thighs, hips... more giggles... sides, tummy... lots of giggles.
"Ahahaaa! Sorry! Sorry! God, I'm so ticklish!" Leticia giggled. Tara continued massaging, giggling softly herself.
"Quite alright. What is life without a little tickle now and then?" She slathered warm lotion on Tish's underarms, massaging lightly, her arms, and trapezius muscles. Tish jumped, mouth wide in a big smile, laughing full now.
"AAHAHAHAAAAOW MY GOD! OH GOD! SORRY! SORRY! I'm so ticklish there!" Tara laughed, almost wicked, before confidently cupping Leticia's breasts, and kneeding them with the warm lotion. She rolled them slowly, pressing lightly against Leticia's ribcage. Tish held her breath for a moment, shocked at Tara's brazen caress, but convinced herself that this was normal, and it's just a massage. As Tish was distracted by these ponderings, Tara deftly strapped across her hips with a narrow nylon strap. It was firm, but not tight. Leticia wiggled a bit, realizing she had let herself be restrained, wrists, ankles, and hips, to a large, sturdy massage table. She was now really having some second thoughts. She inquired politely.
"Um... why the restraints, Tara?" Tara replied confidently and professionally.
"You are kind of wiggly, luv. Don't want you to fall off the table. This is supposed to be a positive experience. No hospitals involved. But... it's actually Mistress Tara." she corrected. Leticia conceded that Tara's explaination made perfect sense, but the correction made her nervous.
"Mistress Tara?" Tara walked to the foot of the table, her leather heels clacking authoritatively on the tile floor. She took a deep breath, and took in the sight of Leticia. Bound. Helpless. Naked. Glistening with lotion in the soft, dim light of the private massage room. Tara held back giggles of delight as she lifted her hands, her wicked nails poised for contact with Leticia's vulnerable bare feet.
"That's right, hun. Mistress Tara. Or just Mistress, if you like." Mistress Tara dragged her nails up Leticia's helpless bare soles, elicitting a squeal of involuntary laughter.
"NONONO! GAAAAAH! WHAHAHAT ARE YOU DOHOOOING!? STAAAAAAAHP! AHAHAHAAAAA! STOP!" Mistress Tara only grinned, elated, and continued slowly dragging her wicked nails up and down Leticia's poor bare feet. Guffaws of laughter poured from Leticia's wide open, smiling mouth. Her body shuddered as she kicked her feet helplessly. Mistress Tara teased and played with her.
"Oh, my goodness, Tish! I think I found a tickle spot!" Leticia could barely speak to respond.
"No! Stop! Pleaheahease! Ahahahahaaaa! Not... not my feet! Not my feet!" Mistress Tara chuckled, and nodded in acquiescence.
"Awwww.... not your little feetsies, Luv? Alright then. I'm sure you've got other spots on you just as ticklish. I'm thinkin' bout that soft spot right behind your knees... just here..." Leticia squealed, twisting and struggling. Laughter forced it's way from her, much to Mistress Tara's extreme delight.
"Oh! See? I was right! Ticklespot number two! Shall we try for three?" Leticia blushed, chortling involuntarily.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? NOHOHOHOHOOOOO! STAHHHHHP! STOPPIT! AHOHOHOHOHEEEEEEHEEEEEE!"
Mistress Tara scribbled her nails over Tish's knees, and thighs, pinching at her bum and hips as the gorgeous latina wriggled helplessly amid terrible, glorious laughter.
"How about your fanny.... hmmm? Does it tickle when I...?" Mistress Tara teased and stroked ever so softly, Tish's groin, inner thighs. A deep sigh of shock erupted from her as Mistress Tara dipped her fingers just slightly, spreading the slick, soft folds of Tish's sweet minge.
"Whoahohohoho! What!? Nohohohoho! Haaaa! WHY IS THAT SO TICKLISH!? OH GOD!" Mistress Tara stepped back, giving Leticia a moment to breathe. She slipped her sundress up and over her head, revealing her extreme hourglass figure, laced tightly into the corset that Leticia glimpsed earlier. Leticia found herself strangely exited, and even aroused. She had never had an erotic experience with a woman, and this experience was quickly turning that way. Mistress Tara caressed Letica's face, grinning.
"Alright, luv. You ready for more?" Before Leticia could protest, Tara kicked off her shoes and climped up onto the massage table. She straddled Leticia's hips. The warmth of her skin, the textures... her panties... her stockings... her thighs... Leticia found herself acclimating well to this massage. Her pussy moistened a bit, warming... Tara gazed at her bare tummy. Grinning, she barely scraped the tips of her nails over bare skin. Traveling back and forth, scribbling like spider legs, she drew new explosions of laughter and convulsions from the helplessly bound Leticia, who laughed incessantly as electric sensations forced their way all over and through her. Her voice pleaded instinctively in desperate panic, as her body twisted and convulsed in gleeful over stimulation.
"NOOOOOOO! THAT'S MY BELLYBUTTON! DOHOHOHON'T! NOHOHOHOHIHAHAHAHAHAAAARGH!"
Leticia's dire begging only served to enliven Tara, who's smile threatened to wrap around her head at this point. She teased, poked, prodded, stroked, and squeezed the helpless, vulnerable, naked latina. Her devilish fingernails lightly traced over every gentle curve of every individual rib. She could almost feel the tickling through her fingertips as she took her sweet time exploring poor Leticia's exposed skin. She traced the curves of Tish's bouncy breasts as the girl's pretty brown nipples puckered with the invasion. Goosebumps raised all over her porcelain-toned titties, as they shook. Her nipples were the most ticklish of all. When Mistress Tara licked them, and blew gently across them, her hysteria skyrocketted to new heights. Her back arched hard as she tried, in vain, to buck Tara off. A delicious wail of shock and disbelief, coupled with guffaws of deep, throaty laughter, echoed to the center of Tara's very soul! Leticia begged rabidly.
"PLEASE! OH GOD PLEASE! NOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA! NOHOHOT MY NIHIHIHIPPLESSSSSSSSSSS!"
Tara squealed, giggling in sadistic bliss.
"Awwwwww! Poor thing! Are your little boobies just soooooooo, so ticklish!?" She mused, teasing poor humiliated Leticia as she lightly flicked and grazed her tortured nipples. She leaned forward, feeling Leticia's naked body ahainst her own, and placed a warm, wet, lusty kiss on Leticia's neck. Tish gasped, letting herself surrender to the tender moment as her arousal fluttered, truly setting in now. Her loins nearly burned with desire, though she thought she might actually have a stroke if Mistress Tara kept tickling. She could feel those dominant, hungry fingers on her ribs, gently seaking a perfect spot. When they found what they were looking for, Leticia held her breath and gritted her teeth. Then, almost as if her deepest fear had been realized by her tormentor, she felt the shaking pressure of her ribs being assaulted almost violently. At the same time, before she could even scream, those warm, pullowy lips blew a long, hard, wet raspberry on her tender neck. She lost all capacity to resist or speak, or even breathe. She poured out helpless, involuntary laughter as if a dam had given way.
"HAAA HAAA HAA HAA HAA HAA HAA HAA HAAAAAAAAARGH! UGH! NOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" Mistress Tara lowered a hand, again, to Leticia's hot, dripping quim, and caressed her engorged clit with her gentle thumb, as she slipped two fingers in, almost reverently. Her free hand found ticklish nipples, and pinched and teased, as she buried her mouth into soft belly and side, nibbling, licking, kissing, and blowing those horrible, panic inducing raspberries. Leticia wriggled, and jerked, moaning and giggling, laughing and wailing. The evil fingernails and lips assaulted her all over. Armpits, neck, ribs, breasts, sides, tummy, hips... all under constant, random attack as Mistress Tara tenderly coaxed her to the verge of pure, terrifying ecstacy. As the climax boiled in her twitching nethers, she could not keep her emotions, or the sensations straight. She was laughing and crying and pleading when release hit her like a pyroclastic flow. It burned over her naked body immediately, overwhelming her as she wailed and squealed. Mistress Tara attended her tender ministrations, cooing gently and easing Leticia down from her celestial, near-otherworldly ordeal.
"Awwwwww... that's right, luv. That's it... yes.... right there.... there it is." The busty domme caressed her captor's glowing face, wiping tears, sweat, and errant tangles of black hair from Leticia's gorgeous, but clearly defeated visage. The exhausted latina gasped, huffing and puffing. Her big brown eyes finally opened, gazing at the lovely, elfish domme. She found her breath and finally spoke, sharing a tender, soft, knowing look with Tara.
"You... tickled the shit out of me! I can't believe you did that! I'm so... humiliated, and... ... ..." But Tara reassured her, shushing and cooing.
"Awwww.... shhhhhh... poor baby. You are so, so delightfully ticklish too. That must have been pure torture for you, yeah? But... Look at you now. So relaxed and feeling so lovely and warm. There is no need to be embarrassed, hun. Everyone needs a good tickle now and then. And... a happy ending to relieve the tension." She caressed and massaged as she released Leticia from her bonds. Tish just closed her eyes, swallowing, and catching her breath. She WAS very relaxed now, and she definitely did not hate the mindblowing orgasm. She finally conceded, grinning, giggling lightly.
"That WAS easily one of the most incredible orgasms I've ever experienced. And... even though I'm really, dreadfully ticklish... I did kind of... really enjoy it... a lot."
Tara smiled warmly, beaming slightly.
"See? I knew you would love it. I could tell, you were just begging to be tickled!" Letica blushed, grinning involuntarily. She slid closer to the curvy domme, until she could feel the heat from her skin.
"But there's only one thing, Mistress. I didn't get a kiss." But before Tara could reply, Leticia wrapped her arms around her and stole a kiss from her. Deep, forceful, it startled Mistress Tara. No 'lee had ever jumped her and kissed her before. As she settled into the kiss, her hands coming to rest on the nymphish latina's hips, she thought to herself... "Uh-oh... what the fuck have I gotten myself into this time?"...
