Solleticatela
TMF Expert
- Joined
- Mar 1, 2005
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The edge and cum play had exhausted me. I had been warned: I knew what was to happen next.
— Well, Henry, our friend John came so early that he deserves much more than 15 minutes post-orgasm tickling, Mistress S said.
— Right, Susan, I’d go for 30, Master H sadistically replied. That being said, we mustn’t be selfish and forget to share our toy with our special guests, who eagerly wait for their turn.
I begged my hosts to let me go. In vain. Instead, I was immediately taken back to the dungeon’s main room, whose furniture had changed, while I went through the previous session in the bedroom. There, I was installed on a high padded wooden armchair, still wearing nothing but black nylon socks. The seat extended, via two legs, to massive four holes stocks. To the back of it was fixed a pole, which my wrists were tied up to with leather scuffs, arms above the head, while my ankles were put into the two central holes of the stocks and locked by Master H.
On the tray of a hospital mobile rolling table was a rich set of foot tickle tools: goose feathers; large rectangular brushes and small round ones; false fingernails; thin combs; serrated pastry blenders; Sonicare brushes and flossers; tickle gloves; massage oil. I knew what was coming next. Well, “I knew”: in fact, I didn’t know anything.
— Well, well, John, Master H went on. This next session will be broadcasted live on our tickle channel, so that 44 subscribers, all of them being members of a secret society Susan leads, “The guy tamers Witches”, could watch and hear you getting tickle destroyed, now we know your feet are much more sensitive than you dared pretend (and I don’t even think you can guess how ticklish they’re going to be soon).
I have to confess this setup terrified me.
— Ooo! There’s some tickle humiliation in the air tonight, Mistress S commented. Please, my friends, come in.
Then, two slim, grim-looking, very short-haired, middle-aged women in biker outfits entered the dungeon through a hidden door. I could have sworn these were Grace Jones and Lucy Liu.
— Well, dear John, Mistress S went on, let me introduce you Doriane and Michelle, who will take care of your tender feet now, while my dear Henry and I have a rest and enjoy the show.
— Please, mercy! This is going too far! I wasn’t supposed to be filmed, tickled in public, and by other ticklers than Henry and you.
— MASTER HENRY, poor little dick! Would you want me to ballgag you? YOU are OUR week end tickle slave, so shut up!
— French guys always are so arrogant! Michelle commented. Shut up, you tickle slut!
— So, you teased everyone here, recklessly sending presumptuous pics of your supposedly “not that ticklish” soles. Now you’re going to pay for it, Doriane added. Let’s get this guy’s feet! Ready for the show? You can start broadcasting, Susan.
— Well, dear friends, welcome. May I introduce you John, an exquisitely ticklish Frenchman, who was reckless enough to apply for being our week end tickle slave. I guess I don’t need to introduce Doriane nor Michelle. Well, the poor guy has just been edged and cummed. There’s no time to lose, if we want the post-orgasm torture to be as efficient as deserved. So, “on” for a 30 minutes straight foot tickle torture! Yeah!
O! I forgot to precise that a giant screen had been set up in front of me, so that I’d be forced to watch everything both torturers would do to my feet. Another screen showed a countdown timer.
30:00 — Doriane (on the left of the screen) and Michelle (on the right) take the small round brushes, grab my big toes and stretch my nyloned soles back, so that I have to struggle a lot to move my feet, and start scraping them, right under the toes, and on the balls, with strong, fast and horizontal moves. I jump and scream like a little girl. Throughout most of the session, both Lers will work exactly the same way on each foot, only switching the foot they torture. The team brushing immediately proves to be veeery efficient on my nyloned soles. The sensation is excruciating.
— Noo!! Nooo!!! Stoooop!!!!
29:20 — The brushes now attack my arches, the heart of my soles, with slow rotary moves that drive me crazy, as Doriane and Michelle still firmly hold my big toes.
— Not there! Not theeeere!!!!
MICHELLE — Oh my God! What did you say, friends? He pretends not to be that ticklish on his feet.
MISTRESS SUSAN — Well, we already proved him wrong…
MASTER HENRY — But I must say your skills get even better results, girls. And it’s only the beginning.
— Give me a break! A breaaak!!!
But no break is offered.
28:00 — Time to brush the heels, with fast horizontal moves again.
— Stop it! Stop iiit!!!
DORIANE — Hey! Who do you think you are? We still have 29 minutes to go. The more you beg, the longer the session is. Shut up, you tickle bitch!
I’m already in tears. I had never endured post-orgasm tickle torture: now I know what it means.
On the left of the screen, comments fall like rain, such as “Go on, girls! Destroy the french slut!” or “Show no mercy! Make him pee in his pants!”
27:20 — Behind the camera, Master H and Mistress S take their clothes off. Once they’re naked, each of them begins to masturbate. Master H is already very hard, it seems.
— Not the nails! Pleeeease!!!!
MICHELLE — Coochie coo! Coochie coochie coo!
DORIANE — O I love when these guys beg and call their mum for help!
False metallic fingernails are used on me. My Lers, who still hold my big toes in one hand, have started slowly and vertically raking the bottoms of my feet, coming ang going from the balls to the heels, down and up, up and down, seeking the weakest spots, verbally teasing me, scanning my reactions, finding out and lingering on these particularly sensitive zones, on the inner sides of my arches…
— Not there! Not theeere!!!
In the very heart of the sole…
— E! Ee! Eeeee!!!!
Just under the toes, on the toe-line…
— Can’t take it!... Take iiit!!!
MASTER H — Mmm! What an exquisite tickle treatment, girls!
MISTRESS S — He’s not so comfortable, now, is he?
MICHELLE — Yeeeeah!!!! He’ll soon pass out from the torture.
DORIANE (to H and S) — Hey! You dirty naughty fellows! I saw you. What are you doing?
26:00 — Can’t breathe!! Mercy!
Still no break, as the metallic fingernails have begun to tear off the nylons, uncovering some bits of my tender skin, so much more that both Lers now wildly scrape the entire surface of my soles and have to struggle a lot with the other hand to keep my feet still and offered to the torture.
— Stop it! Stop it! Stop iiiit!!!!
MISTRESS S — I don’t want to interfere but… Don’t you think time for toe-ties has come?
MICHELLE — O no! Too early!
DORIANE — Will be funnier to do when nylons have come off and soles are oiled…
24:40 — I gasp, I moan, I cry, and the session has only started… Countless comments scroll on the screen: “What a lovely ticklish girl!”, “Soo cute!”… “Make him suffer, make him beg, make him faint!”… “Poor ticklish little Frenchie!”…
MICHELLE — Tear the nylons off, Doriane! I can’t wait for these big meaty soles to be fully uncovered.
DORIANE — Yeeeah!!! He deserves to be humiliated this way.
MASTER H — What about some feather tickling, my friends? We haven’t tried it much yet.
MISTRESS S — I suggest you heat up his soles with the battery hairdryers I can see here on the tray.
24:00 — As the Lers have freed my bi toes and the hairdryers heat up the soles of my feet, two long thin and sharp feathers start slowly wandering on them, on the top, first, then, all around the sides.
— Eee!!! Ticklish!
MISTRESS S — O the sweet caress, darling! What a show!
MASTER H — Yeah! But don’t cum too early!
— Eee!!! Unbearable there!
MICHELLE — Sooo excruciating, isn’t it? What should we do to these little tootsies, Doriane?
— My feet are burning! Stop the dryer, pleeease!!!
23:00 — Unfortunately, time for toe tickling has come. Doriane and Michelle, who have stopped heating up my feet, now slowly and horizontally caress the bottom of my toes, coming and going from the right to the left, from the left to the right.
— Not the toes! Not the tooooes!!!!
DORIANE — Oooo!!!! Can you hear that? He truly can’t stand the toe tickle torture. So, let’s get his tootsies for one or two minutes straight.
— Noo!! Nooo! Noooo!!!!
21:30 — The feathers now examine the inbetween the toes area, before gliding up and down the soles, which drive me totally nuts forth and back, back and forth.
— Not there! Not theeere!!!
But the worst is still to come.
20:30 — DORIANE — I’d so much love to lick, to bite, to suck those meaty feet, Michelle.
MICHELLE — Mmm! Good idea! We’ll prove him to offer even better responses to it than many women he pretends to have tickled there…
Then, both torturers kneel down across me and start nibbling my feet from heels to toes, alternating with wet tongue stimulations. I’m about to pass out.
MISTRESS S, sarcastic. — Hey! Leave us some flesh to eat tomorrow, girls.
But the women, too excited to pay attention, getting hotter and hotter, literally start devouring my feet, licking my soles, sucking my toes. A true nightmare to me.
DORIANE — Say you love it, bitch!
— No more! No more! No moooore!!!!
MICHELLE — Say it! Say it!
— I love it, I love it!
DORIANE — Yeah! I knew you were a *****. Come on, girl! Let’s go on licking his feet!
— Ee!! Eeee!!! Eeeee!!!!
19:00 — I still wonder which was the worst torture: with the tongue, under and inbetween the toes? Probably, though the biting was fearfully efficient too. But now, it’s time for change.
MASTER H, ironic. — Hey, girls! Is there any saliva left?
A river of comments can be watched: “He’s still too easy, girls”… “Make him suffer much more!”… “Arousing but still much too organized, symmetric, robotic…”
MISTRESS S — As you could see if you faced the screen, girls, subscribers ask for more craziness, for more frenzy, though I must admit the foot licking session did it good.
DORIANE — So, everyone here wants us to get wilder and wilder? Please, be patient: we’ve only just begun.
MICHELLE — Let’s tie his big toes together with this string, stretch them back and fasten them to the stocks! Serious things are beginning. He won’t resist.
Though I was supposed to only endure foot tickling, I guess my torturers also plan to attack my upperdoby... And I am right.
18:00 — As Master H and Mistress S appear to be more and more horny, Michelle goes behind the pole and begins to play piano on my sides and pits, light and soft touches alternating with hard pressures…
— I’m dying! I’m dyiiiing!!!!
While Doriane works under my toes with an electric toothbrush and scrape the sole of both feet at a time with a large rectangular brush.
— I beg you! I beg yoooou!!!!
DORIANE — He begs, poor little boy! Listen to it. Yeeeeah! They want us to be wild : they won’t be disappointed. Come on, Michelle!
— Give me a break! Give me a breaaak!!!
I truly can’t breathe anymore. In my head there is a mess. I’m confused, ashamed, so humiliated, exhausted, not far from having a panick attack.
MICHELLE — Yeaaah!!! No mercy for our slave. Confess your darkest fantasy, you dirty little slut! Confess!
— I beg you! I beg you! No more! No more! No mooooore!!!!!
Now I know what post-orgasm tickle torture means. All the sensations heighten so much.
MASTER H — Didn’t you hear what Michelle told you, dear John? Confess your darkest fantasy.
MISTRESS S — You have thirty seconds, and your fantasy has to be very arousing to please us.
To a certain extent, this command offers me some relief, for both Lers have stopped tickling me, just to hear what I have to say.
— Argh… Argh… Argh… I want to be stripped, tied up, tickle humiliated and cummed in public by a gang of four strong American gay bikers…”
MISTRESS S — Well, well, well. Don’t worry. We haven’t finished yet with your week-end, dear John…
DORIANE — What a dirty tickle bitch! I’d so love to put on a strap-on and f*ck his little asshole!
MICHELLE — O yeah! A merciless and humiliating femdom: that’s what weird guys like you deserve. Come on, girl!
16:00 — Doriane has taken her turn tickle torturing my upperbody, slowly making two electric toothbrushes glide along my pits and sides, while Michelle works on my feet with a thin comb, visiting all the most sensitive areas her mate and she have found out, inbetween the toes, under the toes, on the sides of the arches and, more surprisingly, on the calves and on the tops of the feet.
— No more! No more! No moooore!!!!
DORIANE — Hey, friends! I think I’ve just found a spot. Watch this! The nipple tickling deserves a A+!
— Ticklish! Ticklish! Eeeee!!!!
MASTER H — Yes, yes, yes. Susan and I have found it out before you did. Excellent spot.
14:30 — While Doriane is now lingering on nipples, on pits, on neck and ears with the electric toothbrush, Michelle is wildly devastating the soles of my feet, which she’s just methodically oiled.
— Stop the brush! Stop the brush!! I’m dyiiiing!!!!
And comments go on raining: “Good job, girls!”… “He won’t resist long. Kill him!”… “What about his asshole, as Doriane said?”
MISTRESS S — Oh my God! I’m cumming, I’m cumming! Mmm!! Mmm!! O waoh! What about you, darling?
MASTER H — I won’t resist long either…
13:00 — Both Master Henry and Mistress Susan have cummed: a synchronous, rough, noisy, high-pitched orgasm.
MISTRESS S — O, can you see what you did to us, John?
MASTER H — Yees. And I’m sorry to tell you’ll get a harder punishment for leading us to suchean early orgasm. What shall we do to this guy, my friends?
DORIANE — Well, you just have to read comments. Come near me and watch.
— Mercy! I beg you! Can’t take anymore!
A river of comments flows: “Tickle his privates and his feet at a time!”… “Yeah! I wanna see this ticklish little bitch’s asshole right now!”…
My wrists and ankles are released. The back of the armchair, which is mobile, is tipped backwards to an horizontal position, so that I now lie on my back. The stocks have been removed from the whole frame.
11:00 — My wrists are now tied to the sides of what has become a kind of rack. My ankles are fastened with leather scuffs to two tensioned chain which hang from the ceiling, whose tension can be adjusted, and which are far enough from each other to allow my legs to be wide open. My butt lies upon a thick cushion, so that all of my private parts are exposed.
MISTRESS S — Well, well, well… By the way, John, you must be grateful to our subscribers’ little whim, for changing the settings gave you more than the break you begged for.
— What are you going to do to me? Things were not to happen this way!
MASTER H — Quiet, boy. You were supposed to endure a foot tickle session. THIS still is a foot tickle session but, let’s say some kind of “extra”, of “bonus” is now offered our viewers.
MISTRESS S — That’s your fault, poor ticklish thing. Hadn’t you cummed so early during the previous session, the first announced fifteen minutes would have been over…
10:00 — I’m about to spend the ten worst minutes tickle torture I ever went through. Mistress S has now joined Doriane and Michelle, which means I’ll be tortured by a three female ticklers gang, while Master H, who knows he’s not so welcome on “The guy tamers witches” board, has decided to stay apart from the scene.
MICHELLE — Soo, bitchie! Let me see this tiny little asshole there.
— No. Not me. Not there! Not there!! Eee!!
MICHELLE — Coochie coo! Coochie coochie coo!
— Noo!! Nooo!!! Noooo!!!!
Michelle’s false fingernails draw circles around my balls, on my crotch, around my totally exposed asshole, then wander from my inner thighs to the back of my knees. Doriane, who brought the electric toothbrush back, soon joins her, caring for my privates, holding my slack, sticky drained penis in a hand, with a look of disgust, while the other hand actuates the toothbrush. No word can express the sensations I feel, and I go insane.
— Pleaase, not there!! Not theeeere!!!!
DORIANE — O yes, there, there, theeere!!! Say you’re going to pass out, slut! Say it!
— I’m dying! I’m dyiiiing!!!!
MICHELLE — What did you say? We didn’t understand! Say it again! Say it!
— I beg you!... Argh! I beg you!... I’m passing ouuuut!!!!
08:00 — Mistress S and Michelle, now facing the camera, one on the left, one on the right, are now tickle my hanging oily feet with the large rectangular brushes, while Doriane’s rotary toothbrush lingers around my asshole. I’m once more about to faint.
— Stop it! Stop it! Stop iiiit!!!!
07:00 — The three of them are now tickling my tummy, my thighs, all of my private parts. I’m going hysteric.
— Noo more!! Noo moooore!!!!
Unleashed like evils, they’re not giving me one second relief, teasing me, taunting me, in front of viewers I now suppose to be fully satisfied with the show.
06:00 — Doriane, who has untied my wrists and brought my arms back above my head, has managed to sit across them. She starts digging in my armpits, while Michelle, who sat across my lower tummy, devastates my ribcage. The humiliation I feel, getting so easily overpowered by these two women, increases the pain AND the arousal I gradually feel again, half an hour after cumming. Mistress S, who stands up right between my two suspended legs, strokes both of my soles with her long sharp fingernails. Behind their screens, 44 “angry witches” can see less things, but surely can hear much more, for the teasing enhances, together with my pleadings…
05:00 — MISTRESS S — Hey, girls! Do you agree if I say that our dear friend’s getting harder and harder?
DORIANE — Yeaah!! You disgusting little slave! We’ll punish you, we’ll punish you.
MICHELLE — Yeah! And we won’t let you cum!
Doriane starts tickling alternately my balls, my hardening cock and my swelling glan with a rotary toothbrush.
— Noo!! Too sensitive there! Too sensitive theeeere!!!!
MISTRESS S — Make sure he doesn’t cum. He doesn’t deserve to be rewarded.
Michelle and Mistress S care for one leg each, spending time wildly tickling my thighs, my knees, my calves, and suddenly swooping on the soles of my feet, which drives me nuts.
— I beg you… beg you… beg youuuu!!!!
04:00 — The cock tickling os over, leaving me in deep pain, because of this sadistic orgasm denial. The gran finale has begun, now that the three of my female Lers focus on my upperbody, after Michelle fixed the electric toothbrushes on the soles of my feet with adhesive tape, which sends me to hell.
— Too much! Too much! Stop it, pleaaaase!!!!
DORIANE — Go on, girls! Make him pass out! Make him pass out!
— I’m gonna die! I’m gonna diiiie!!!!
03:00 — Doriane and Michelle, who have clenched their fists, now destroy my ribcage with deep, hard rubbings; while Mistress S can’t stop poking my armpits. Meanwhile, the electric toothbrushes still stimulate the soles of my poor feet.
DORIANE — Say “I’m a dirty little bitch”! Say it!
— Noooo!!!! Mercy! Mercyyyy! Can’t take it! Can’t take iiit!!!
02:00 — Furious, raging, Doriane and Michelle have asked Master H and Mistress S to bring my legs back to a lower height, so that they can finish what they have started doing to my feet. These two demons now wildly bite, lick, suck, scrape both of my feet, from heels to toes, driving me insane, while Mistress S keeps on digging in my sides. I’m so hard my balls and my cock could explode, but there’s no cumming.
— Let me goo!!! Please, let me goooo!!!!
01:00 — I’ve lost sense of time and space. I’ve gone mad, as the three women go on torturing me.
— Cant’ breaaaathe!!!!... Can’t…
As you can understand, I knew about the following dialogue a couple of weeks later, while watching the video capture, for these evil women had eventually succeeded in making me pass out…
DORIANE — Yeaaaah!!!! We made him faint! We made him faint! Oooo!!! Poor tiny little girl!
MICHELLE — Poor pathetic tickle bitch, you mean!
MISTRESS S — Congratulations, girls! I must admit he stood the tickle torture longer than I could imagine, but I so hope you didn’t break my toy. Well, dear friends, we hope you spent some good time, watching our little friend John enduring some of the cruellest tickle torture sessions one can imagine (though it only last 29’10’’). See you soon! Bye bye!
To be continued…
— Well, Henry, our friend John came so early that he deserves much more than 15 minutes post-orgasm tickling, Mistress S said.
— Right, Susan, I’d go for 30, Master H sadistically replied. That being said, we mustn’t be selfish and forget to share our toy with our special guests, who eagerly wait for their turn.
I begged my hosts to let me go. In vain. Instead, I was immediately taken back to the dungeon’s main room, whose furniture had changed, while I went through the previous session in the bedroom. There, I was installed on a high padded wooden armchair, still wearing nothing but black nylon socks. The seat extended, via two legs, to massive four holes stocks. To the back of it was fixed a pole, which my wrists were tied up to with leather scuffs, arms above the head, while my ankles were put into the two central holes of the stocks and locked by Master H.
On the tray of a hospital mobile rolling table was a rich set of foot tickle tools: goose feathers; large rectangular brushes and small round ones; false fingernails; thin combs; serrated pastry blenders; Sonicare brushes and flossers; tickle gloves; massage oil. I knew what was coming next. Well, “I knew”: in fact, I didn’t know anything.
— Well, well, John, Master H went on. This next session will be broadcasted live on our tickle channel, so that 44 subscribers, all of them being members of a secret society Susan leads, “The guy tamers Witches”, could watch and hear you getting tickle destroyed, now we know your feet are much more sensitive than you dared pretend (and I don’t even think you can guess how ticklish they’re going to be soon).
I have to confess this setup terrified me.
— Ooo! There’s some tickle humiliation in the air tonight, Mistress S commented. Please, my friends, come in.
Then, two slim, grim-looking, very short-haired, middle-aged women in biker outfits entered the dungeon through a hidden door. I could have sworn these were Grace Jones and Lucy Liu.
— Well, dear John, Mistress S went on, let me introduce you Doriane and Michelle, who will take care of your tender feet now, while my dear Henry and I have a rest and enjoy the show.
— Please, mercy! This is going too far! I wasn’t supposed to be filmed, tickled in public, and by other ticklers than Henry and you.
— MASTER HENRY, poor little dick! Would you want me to ballgag you? YOU are OUR week end tickle slave, so shut up!
— French guys always are so arrogant! Michelle commented. Shut up, you tickle slut!
— So, you teased everyone here, recklessly sending presumptuous pics of your supposedly “not that ticklish” soles. Now you’re going to pay for it, Doriane added. Let’s get this guy’s feet! Ready for the show? You can start broadcasting, Susan.
— Well, dear friends, welcome. May I introduce you John, an exquisitely ticklish Frenchman, who was reckless enough to apply for being our week end tickle slave. I guess I don’t need to introduce Doriane nor Michelle. Well, the poor guy has just been edged and cummed. There’s no time to lose, if we want the post-orgasm torture to be as efficient as deserved. So, “on” for a 30 minutes straight foot tickle torture! Yeah!
O! I forgot to precise that a giant screen had been set up in front of me, so that I’d be forced to watch everything both torturers would do to my feet. Another screen showed a countdown timer.
30:00 — Doriane (on the left of the screen) and Michelle (on the right) take the small round brushes, grab my big toes and stretch my nyloned soles back, so that I have to struggle a lot to move my feet, and start scraping them, right under the toes, and on the balls, with strong, fast and horizontal moves. I jump and scream like a little girl. Throughout most of the session, both Lers will work exactly the same way on each foot, only switching the foot they torture. The team brushing immediately proves to be veeery efficient on my nyloned soles. The sensation is excruciating.
— Noo!! Nooo!!! Stoooop!!!!
29:20 — The brushes now attack my arches, the heart of my soles, with slow rotary moves that drive me crazy, as Doriane and Michelle still firmly hold my big toes.
— Not there! Not theeeere!!!!
MICHELLE — Oh my God! What did you say, friends? He pretends not to be that ticklish on his feet.
MISTRESS SUSAN — Well, we already proved him wrong…
MASTER HENRY — But I must say your skills get even better results, girls. And it’s only the beginning.
— Give me a break! A breaaak!!!
But no break is offered.
28:00 — Time to brush the heels, with fast horizontal moves again.
— Stop it! Stop iiit!!!
DORIANE — Hey! Who do you think you are? We still have 29 minutes to go. The more you beg, the longer the session is. Shut up, you tickle bitch!
I’m already in tears. I had never endured post-orgasm tickle torture: now I know what it means.
On the left of the screen, comments fall like rain, such as “Go on, girls! Destroy the french slut!” or “Show no mercy! Make him pee in his pants!”
27:20 — Behind the camera, Master H and Mistress S take their clothes off. Once they’re naked, each of them begins to masturbate. Master H is already very hard, it seems.
— Not the nails! Pleeeease!!!!
MICHELLE — Coochie coo! Coochie coochie coo!
DORIANE — O I love when these guys beg and call their mum for help!
False metallic fingernails are used on me. My Lers, who still hold my big toes in one hand, have started slowly and vertically raking the bottoms of my feet, coming ang going from the balls to the heels, down and up, up and down, seeking the weakest spots, verbally teasing me, scanning my reactions, finding out and lingering on these particularly sensitive zones, on the inner sides of my arches…
— Not there! Not theeere!!!
In the very heart of the sole…
— E! Ee! Eeeee!!!!
Just under the toes, on the toe-line…
— Can’t take it!... Take iiit!!!
MASTER H — Mmm! What an exquisite tickle treatment, girls!
MISTRESS S — He’s not so comfortable, now, is he?
MICHELLE — Yeeeeah!!!! He’ll soon pass out from the torture.
DORIANE (to H and S) — Hey! You dirty naughty fellows! I saw you. What are you doing?
26:00 — Can’t breathe!! Mercy!
Still no break, as the metallic fingernails have begun to tear off the nylons, uncovering some bits of my tender skin, so much more that both Lers now wildly scrape the entire surface of my soles and have to struggle a lot with the other hand to keep my feet still and offered to the torture.
— Stop it! Stop it! Stop iiiit!!!!
MISTRESS S — I don’t want to interfere but… Don’t you think time for toe-ties has come?
MICHELLE — O no! Too early!
DORIANE — Will be funnier to do when nylons have come off and soles are oiled…
24:40 — I gasp, I moan, I cry, and the session has only started… Countless comments scroll on the screen: “What a lovely ticklish girl!”, “Soo cute!”… “Make him suffer, make him beg, make him faint!”… “Poor ticklish little Frenchie!”…
MICHELLE — Tear the nylons off, Doriane! I can’t wait for these big meaty soles to be fully uncovered.
DORIANE — Yeeeah!!! He deserves to be humiliated this way.
MASTER H — What about some feather tickling, my friends? We haven’t tried it much yet.
MISTRESS S — I suggest you heat up his soles with the battery hairdryers I can see here on the tray.
24:00 — As the Lers have freed my bi toes and the hairdryers heat up the soles of my feet, two long thin and sharp feathers start slowly wandering on them, on the top, first, then, all around the sides.
— Eee!!! Ticklish!
MISTRESS S — O the sweet caress, darling! What a show!
MASTER H — Yeah! But don’t cum too early!
— Eee!!! Unbearable there!
MICHELLE — Sooo excruciating, isn’t it? What should we do to these little tootsies, Doriane?
— My feet are burning! Stop the dryer, pleeease!!!
23:00 — Unfortunately, time for toe tickling has come. Doriane and Michelle, who have stopped heating up my feet, now slowly and horizontally caress the bottom of my toes, coming and going from the right to the left, from the left to the right.
— Not the toes! Not the tooooes!!!!
DORIANE — Oooo!!!! Can you hear that? He truly can’t stand the toe tickle torture. So, let’s get his tootsies for one or two minutes straight.
— Noo!! Nooo! Noooo!!!!
21:30 — The feathers now examine the inbetween the toes area, before gliding up and down the soles, which drive me totally nuts forth and back, back and forth.
— Not there! Not theeere!!!
But the worst is still to come.
20:30 — DORIANE — I’d so much love to lick, to bite, to suck those meaty feet, Michelle.
MICHELLE — Mmm! Good idea! We’ll prove him to offer even better responses to it than many women he pretends to have tickled there…
Then, both torturers kneel down across me and start nibbling my feet from heels to toes, alternating with wet tongue stimulations. I’m about to pass out.
MISTRESS S, sarcastic. — Hey! Leave us some flesh to eat tomorrow, girls.
But the women, too excited to pay attention, getting hotter and hotter, literally start devouring my feet, licking my soles, sucking my toes. A true nightmare to me.
DORIANE — Say you love it, bitch!
— No more! No more! No moooore!!!!
MICHELLE — Say it! Say it!
— I love it, I love it!
DORIANE — Yeah! I knew you were a *****. Come on, girl! Let’s go on licking his feet!
— Ee!! Eeee!!! Eeeee!!!!
19:00 — I still wonder which was the worst torture: with the tongue, under and inbetween the toes? Probably, though the biting was fearfully efficient too. But now, it’s time for change.
MASTER H, ironic. — Hey, girls! Is there any saliva left?
A river of comments can be watched: “He’s still too easy, girls”… “Make him suffer much more!”… “Arousing but still much too organized, symmetric, robotic…”
MISTRESS S — As you could see if you faced the screen, girls, subscribers ask for more craziness, for more frenzy, though I must admit the foot licking session did it good.
DORIANE — So, everyone here wants us to get wilder and wilder? Please, be patient: we’ve only just begun.
MICHELLE — Let’s tie his big toes together with this string, stretch them back and fasten them to the stocks! Serious things are beginning. He won’t resist.
Though I was supposed to only endure foot tickling, I guess my torturers also plan to attack my upperdoby... And I am right.
18:00 — As Master H and Mistress S appear to be more and more horny, Michelle goes behind the pole and begins to play piano on my sides and pits, light and soft touches alternating with hard pressures…
— I’m dying! I’m dyiiiing!!!!
While Doriane works under my toes with an electric toothbrush and scrape the sole of both feet at a time with a large rectangular brush.
— I beg you! I beg yoooou!!!!
DORIANE — He begs, poor little boy! Listen to it. Yeeeeah! They want us to be wild : they won’t be disappointed. Come on, Michelle!
— Give me a break! Give me a breaaak!!!
I truly can’t breathe anymore. In my head there is a mess. I’m confused, ashamed, so humiliated, exhausted, not far from having a panick attack.
MICHELLE — Yeaaah!!! No mercy for our slave. Confess your darkest fantasy, you dirty little slut! Confess!
— I beg you! I beg you! No more! No more! No mooooore!!!!!
Now I know what post-orgasm tickle torture means. All the sensations heighten so much.
MASTER H — Didn’t you hear what Michelle told you, dear John? Confess your darkest fantasy.
MISTRESS S — You have thirty seconds, and your fantasy has to be very arousing to please us.
To a certain extent, this command offers me some relief, for both Lers have stopped tickling me, just to hear what I have to say.
— Argh… Argh… Argh… I want to be stripped, tied up, tickle humiliated and cummed in public by a gang of four strong American gay bikers…”
MISTRESS S — Well, well, well. Don’t worry. We haven’t finished yet with your week-end, dear John…
DORIANE — What a dirty tickle bitch! I’d so love to put on a strap-on and f*ck his little asshole!
MICHELLE — O yeah! A merciless and humiliating femdom: that’s what weird guys like you deserve. Come on, girl!
16:00 — Doriane has taken her turn tickle torturing my upperbody, slowly making two electric toothbrushes glide along my pits and sides, while Michelle works on my feet with a thin comb, visiting all the most sensitive areas her mate and she have found out, inbetween the toes, under the toes, on the sides of the arches and, more surprisingly, on the calves and on the tops of the feet.
— No more! No more! No moooore!!!!
DORIANE — Hey, friends! I think I’ve just found a spot. Watch this! The nipple tickling deserves a A+!
— Ticklish! Ticklish! Eeeee!!!!
MASTER H — Yes, yes, yes. Susan and I have found it out before you did. Excellent spot.
14:30 — While Doriane is now lingering on nipples, on pits, on neck and ears with the electric toothbrush, Michelle is wildly devastating the soles of my feet, which she’s just methodically oiled.
— Stop the brush! Stop the brush!! I’m dyiiiing!!!!
And comments go on raining: “Good job, girls!”… “He won’t resist long. Kill him!”… “What about his asshole, as Doriane said?”
MISTRESS S — Oh my God! I’m cumming, I’m cumming! Mmm!! Mmm!! O waoh! What about you, darling?
MASTER H — I won’t resist long either…
13:00 — Both Master Henry and Mistress Susan have cummed: a synchronous, rough, noisy, high-pitched orgasm.
MISTRESS S — O, can you see what you did to us, John?
MASTER H — Yees. And I’m sorry to tell you’ll get a harder punishment for leading us to suchean early orgasm. What shall we do to this guy, my friends?
DORIANE — Well, you just have to read comments. Come near me and watch.
— Mercy! I beg you! Can’t take anymore!
A river of comments flows: “Tickle his privates and his feet at a time!”… “Yeah! I wanna see this ticklish little bitch’s asshole right now!”…
My wrists and ankles are released. The back of the armchair, which is mobile, is tipped backwards to an horizontal position, so that I now lie on my back. The stocks have been removed from the whole frame.
11:00 — My wrists are now tied to the sides of what has become a kind of rack. My ankles are fastened with leather scuffs to two tensioned chain which hang from the ceiling, whose tension can be adjusted, and which are far enough from each other to allow my legs to be wide open. My butt lies upon a thick cushion, so that all of my private parts are exposed.
MISTRESS S — Well, well, well… By the way, John, you must be grateful to our subscribers’ little whim, for changing the settings gave you more than the break you begged for.
— What are you going to do to me? Things were not to happen this way!
MASTER H — Quiet, boy. You were supposed to endure a foot tickle session. THIS still is a foot tickle session but, let’s say some kind of “extra”, of “bonus” is now offered our viewers.
MISTRESS S — That’s your fault, poor ticklish thing. Hadn’t you cummed so early during the previous session, the first announced fifteen minutes would have been over…
10:00 — I’m about to spend the ten worst minutes tickle torture I ever went through. Mistress S has now joined Doriane and Michelle, which means I’ll be tortured by a three female ticklers gang, while Master H, who knows he’s not so welcome on “The guy tamers witches” board, has decided to stay apart from the scene.
MICHELLE — Soo, bitchie! Let me see this tiny little asshole there.
— No. Not me. Not there! Not there!! Eee!!
MICHELLE — Coochie coo! Coochie coochie coo!
— Noo!! Nooo!!! Noooo!!!!
Michelle’s false fingernails draw circles around my balls, on my crotch, around my totally exposed asshole, then wander from my inner thighs to the back of my knees. Doriane, who brought the electric toothbrush back, soon joins her, caring for my privates, holding my slack, sticky drained penis in a hand, with a look of disgust, while the other hand actuates the toothbrush. No word can express the sensations I feel, and I go insane.
— Pleaase, not there!! Not theeeere!!!!
DORIANE — O yes, there, there, theeere!!! Say you’re going to pass out, slut! Say it!
— I’m dying! I’m dyiiiing!!!!
MICHELLE — What did you say? We didn’t understand! Say it again! Say it!
— I beg you!... Argh! I beg you!... I’m passing ouuuut!!!!
08:00 — Mistress S and Michelle, now facing the camera, one on the left, one on the right, are now tickle my hanging oily feet with the large rectangular brushes, while Doriane’s rotary toothbrush lingers around my asshole. I’m once more about to faint.
— Stop it! Stop it! Stop iiiit!!!!
07:00 — The three of them are now tickling my tummy, my thighs, all of my private parts. I’m going hysteric.
— Noo more!! Noo moooore!!!!
Unleashed like evils, they’re not giving me one second relief, teasing me, taunting me, in front of viewers I now suppose to be fully satisfied with the show.
06:00 — Doriane, who has untied my wrists and brought my arms back above my head, has managed to sit across them. She starts digging in my armpits, while Michelle, who sat across my lower tummy, devastates my ribcage. The humiliation I feel, getting so easily overpowered by these two women, increases the pain AND the arousal I gradually feel again, half an hour after cumming. Mistress S, who stands up right between my two suspended legs, strokes both of my soles with her long sharp fingernails. Behind their screens, 44 “angry witches” can see less things, but surely can hear much more, for the teasing enhances, together with my pleadings…
05:00 — MISTRESS S — Hey, girls! Do you agree if I say that our dear friend’s getting harder and harder?
DORIANE — Yeaah!! You disgusting little slave! We’ll punish you, we’ll punish you.
MICHELLE — Yeah! And we won’t let you cum!
Doriane starts tickling alternately my balls, my hardening cock and my swelling glan with a rotary toothbrush.
— Noo!! Too sensitive there! Too sensitive theeeere!!!!
MISTRESS S — Make sure he doesn’t cum. He doesn’t deserve to be rewarded.
Michelle and Mistress S care for one leg each, spending time wildly tickling my thighs, my knees, my calves, and suddenly swooping on the soles of my feet, which drives me nuts.
— I beg you… beg you… beg youuuu!!!!
04:00 — The cock tickling os over, leaving me in deep pain, because of this sadistic orgasm denial. The gran finale has begun, now that the three of my female Lers focus on my upperbody, after Michelle fixed the electric toothbrushes on the soles of my feet with adhesive tape, which sends me to hell.
— Too much! Too much! Stop it, pleaaaase!!!!
DORIANE — Go on, girls! Make him pass out! Make him pass out!
— I’m gonna die! I’m gonna diiiie!!!!
03:00 — Doriane and Michelle, who have clenched their fists, now destroy my ribcage with deep, hard rubbings; while Mistress S can’t stop poking my armpits. Meanwhile, the electric toothbrushes still stimulate the soles of my poor feet.
DORIANE — Say “I’m a dirty little bitch”! Say it!
— Noooo!!!! Mercy! Mercyyyy! Can’t take it! Can’t take iiit!!!
02:00 — Furious, raging, Doriane and Michelle have asked Master H and Mistress S to bring my legs back to a lower height, so that they can finish what they have started doing to my feet. These two demons now wildly bite, lick, suck, scrape both of my feet, from heels to toes, driving me insane, while Mistress S keeps on digging in my sides. I’m so hard my balls and my cock could explode, but there’s no cumming.
— Let me goo!!! Please, let me goooo!!!!
01:00 — I’ve lost sense of time and space. I’ve gone mad, as the three women go on torturing me.
— Cant’ breaaaathe!!!!... Can’t…
As you can understand, I knew about the following dialogue a couple of weeks later, while watching the video capture, for these evil women had eventually succeeded in making me pass out…
DORIANE — Yeaaaah!!!! We made him faint! We made him faint! Oooo!!! Poor tiny little girl!
MICHELLE — Poor pathetic tickle bitch, you mean!
MISTRESS S — Congratulations, girls! I must admit he stood the tickle torture longer than I could imagine, but I so hope you didn’t break my toy. Well, dear friends, we hope you spent some good time, watching our little friend John enduring some of the cruellest tickle torture sessions one can imagine (though it only last 29’10’’). See you soon! Bye bye!
To be continued…
I envy him.
