Part 1
"I can't believe I'm actually doing this," Bella murmured to herself, gripping the steering wheel tightly. She glanced at the GPS again, confirming the address of the mysterious building that lay ahead. Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and nerves. This was so unlike her usual Friday nights.
The structure loomed in the distance, a stark contrast to the surrounding suburban homes with its unassuming exterior. A simple sign with the name "Vivian's Tickle Dungeon" swung lazily in the evening breeze. She had read about it online, the whispers of a place where tickling fantasies came to life. A place where the lines of pleasure and pain danced together in a delicate, yet thrilling, ballet.
Bella stepped out of her car, the heat of the summer evening clinging to her skin. She wore a pair of cutoff shorts that barely grazed her upper thighs and a white tank top that revealed the barest hint of her cobalt blue bikini top. Her sandals clicked against the pavement as she approached the entrance, her heart hammering in her chest. The anticipation grew stronger with every step she took.
The door to Vivian's Tickle Dungeon was unassuming, painted black with a simple brass knocker in the shape of a hand. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort to calm herself, and rapped against the wood three times. The sound echoed through the quiet street, seemingly too loud for the serene setting.
Moments later, the door creaked open, revealing Vivian's tall silhouette, backlit by the dimly lit interior. She had shoulder-length sandy brown hair that framed her face like a halo, and her eyes twinkled with a knowing smile. "Welcome, Bella," she said, her voice a smooth purr that seemed to resonate through Bella's very soul. "I've been expecting you."
Bella swallowed hard, feeling a shiver run down her spine. She had read about Vivian, the infamous tickle mistress who had made the dungeon her kingdom. Her reputation was one of both delight and terror, and Bella couldn't wait to experience what lay beyond those doors. She stepped into the cool, velvet embrace of the dungeon, the scent of leather and wax candles enveloping her.
The space was dimly lit, with flickering candles casting long, dancing shadows across the walls. The air was thick with anticipation, the faint echoes of laughter and squeals tickling her ears like a promise of what was to come. Bella felt her eyes widen as she took in the array of contraptions and devices that filled the room. There were stocks and racks, padded benches and swings, all designed to expose and restrain her in the most vulnerable ways.
Vivian, ever the gracious host, gave her a brief tour, explaining the purpose of each device with a wink and a nod. Bella felt her pulse quicken as she thought about the various ways she could be tickled, the helplessness she would feel as she succumbed to the uncontrollable giggles that she both craved and feared. She knew her body's reaction would be intense; the mere thought of it made her palms sweat and her skin tingle.
Finally, they reached a corner where a St. Andrew's cross stood, the wooden beams gleaming in the candlelight. "This," Vivian said, running a hand along one of the beams, "is where we'll begin." Bella's eyes widened as she took in the sight. It was both terrifying and exhilarating, a stark symbol of her submission to Vivian's tickling whims.
Vivian instructed Bella to remove her sandals and stand in front of the cross. She complied, her bare feet sinking into the plush red carpet that covered the floor. The cool wood was a stark contrast to the heat of the room, sending a shiver up her spine.
The mistress moved behind her, the rustle of her clothes the only sound in the otherwise silent dungeon. Bella felt a gentle tug at her wrists as Vivian secured her arms to the cross with soft, velvety cuffs. Her legs trembled slightly as the woman fastened her ankles as well, spreading them apart and leaving her exposed.
"Now, let's get you ready," Vivian said, her voice a low murmur. She stepped aside, allowing Bella to see herself in a large, ornate mirror that took up an entire wall. The reflection showed her bound and vulnerable, the cobalt blue of her bikini peeking out from her shorts and tank top. She couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the sight.
Vivian disappeared behind a curtain, returning with a selection of feathers, brushes, and something that looked suspiciously like a small, rubber chicken. Bella felt a bubble of laughter rise in her throat, but she bit her lip to keep it at bay. She knew from her research that the moment she started laughing, it would be almost impossible to stop.
The first touch was light, a feather dancing along the sensitive skin of her neck, causing her to shiver and gasp. It was a soft, teasing caress that made her skin come alive with goosebumps. "Mm," Vivian murmured, watching Bella's reactions in the mirror. "You're going to be so much fun."
Bella felt the feather move downward, tickling her collarbone before tracing the edge of her tank top. She squirmed, trying to escape the sensation, but the bonds held her firmly in place. Her breathing grew shallow, her chest heaving as she felt the first signs of the inevitable laughter bubbling up inside her. "P-please," she managed to squeak out, her voice a mix of desperation and excitement.
Vivian's smile grew wider as she continued her descent, the feather teasing the soft skin of Bella's stomach. The young woman's eyes watered, her body's response to the tickling overwhelming her senses. "Mercy," she pleaded, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own shallow gasps.
Ignoring the plea, Vivian moved the feather to the waistband of Bella's shorts, tracing the line where fabric met skin. Bella's muscles tightened in anticipation, her legs straining against the velvety cuffs. The feather dipped below the fabric, caressing the sensitive area just above her hip bone. A burst of laughter escaped her lips, and she felt her face flushing with both arousal and embarrassment.
Vivian's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she stepped back, admiring her handiwork. "Let's see how much you can take," she said, setting the feather aside in favor of a soft-bristled brush. The brush danced along the insides of Bella's thighs, sending waves of tickling pleasure up her body. She tried to squirm away, but the restraint held her firmly, leaving her no escape from the torturous sensation.
The brush moved in slow, deliberate strokes, reaching the sensitive area behind her knees and causing her to buckle. Her laughter grew louder, echoing through the dungeon, a sweet symphony of delight and desperation. She could feel her shorts riding up, exposing more of her bikini-clad bottom to Vivian's eager gaze. The anticipation was unbearable, her mind racing with what might come next.
Vivian stepped closer, the brush now replaced by her slender, dextrous fingers. They found the soft spot at the base of Bella's ribs and began to tickle with a firm, unyielding touch. Bella's laughter grew into full-blown hysterics, her body convulsing with every stroke. She felt her abs contract, her stomach muscles aching from the uncontrollable spasms of mirth. Her eyes watered so much she could barely see her own reflection, which was now a blur of distorted shapes and light.
As the minutes ticked by, Vivian's touch grew more precise, finding new spots to elicit even more intense reactions. Bella's pleas for mercy grew louder, her voice hoarse from the constant giggling. Yet, even as she begged for it to stop, she found herself leaning into the sensation, her body betraying her desire for more.
The brush of Vivian's fingertips against her sides sent bolts of pleasure through her, making her squirm and buck against the restraint. Her thin dark blond hair clung to her damp forehead, the effort of holding in her laughter making her sweat. She could feel the fabric of her tank top sticking to her skin, her arousal growing with every gasp she couldn't hold back.
"You're doing so well, Bella," Vivian praised, her voice a siren's call in the darkness. "But I think it's time we really get started." She stepped aside, revealing the rubber chicken that had been tucked behind her back.
Bella's eyes widened in shock and she let out a squeal of laughter before she could even attempt to stifle it. The sight of the absurd toy in this setting was almost too much. The rubber chicken's beak was shaped to perfection, the kind that could deliver tickles so intense they were almost painful. She knew she was in for an experience that would test her limits.
With a wicked grin, Vivian began to caress the rubber chicken along the curve of Bella's neck, the cold plastic sending shivers down her spine. Bella's laughter grew uncontrollable as the chicken danced closer to her ears, the most sensitive spot she had. She felt her knees go weak, her body giving in to the overwhelming sensation.
Vivian moved the chicken downward, the soft feathers on its body brushing against Bella's skin as the beak tickled the sensitive spots on her shoulders. Bella's body jerked in response, her toes curling and her eyes squeezing shut as the laughter took over. The feeling was exquisite, a torrent of pleasure that she never wanted to end, yet desperately needed to escape.
The chicken moved down further, tickling the sides of her ribs with a force that made her arch her back and strain against the restraint. The pain in her abs grew with each uncontrollable spasm, but she found she didn't care. The only thing that mattered was the next touch, the next burst of laughter that would send her spiraling into ecstasy.
"Vivian, please," she begged, her voice a breathless whisper. "I can't take it." But Vivian was unrelenting, her touch as precise as it was playful. She knew exactly how much to give, how much to hold back, keeping Bella on the knife's edge of pleasure and pain.
The rubber chicken's beak found its way under the hem of Bella's tank top, teasing the soft skin of her stomach. Her laughter grew louder, more desperate, as she felt the fabric of her bikini dig into her aroused flesh. The anticipation was unbearable, the knowledge that she was utterly at Vivian's mercy driving her wild.
Vivian's eyes never left the mirror, watching Bella's face contort with each new wave of tickling. She could see the young woman's struggle, the internal battle between the need to laugh and the desire to maintain some semblance of control. It was a sight she found incredibly arousing, and she knew that Bella was feeling it too.
The rubber chicken's beak continued its relentless assault, moving lower until it reached the top of Bella's shorts. The soft feathers tickled her exposed belly button, and she could feel the fabric of her bikini riding up with every giggle. "Oh, god," she moaned, her body shaking uncontrollably. The sensation was maddening, a delightful torment that she hadn't anticipated.
Vivian leaned in, her warm breath ghosting over Bella's ear. "You're doing so well," she whispered, her voice a seductive coo. "But I think it's time we take this to the next level." With a flick of her wrist, she pulled Bella's tank top up, exposing her midriff to the cool air of the dungeon.
The rubber chicken's beak began to explore the newly exposed flesh, tracing the line of her bikini top with a tantalizing touch. Bella's laughter grew in intensity, her body a taut bowstring ready to snap. She felt the feathers of the chicken tickle the sensitive skin just above her waistband, and she bucked her hips in response. The friction against her aroused flesh was driving her crazy, and she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building deep within her.
Vivian's eyes never left the mirror, watching as Bella's body reacted to her ministrations. She could see the desire in her eyes, the desperate need for release. With a knowing smirk, she stepped back and took a moment to appreciate the sight before her. Bella's bound body was a canvas of pleasure, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat.
The rubber chicken was set aside, replaced by Vivian's own hands. Her fingers danced along the line of Bella's bikini top, the tips barely grazing the sensitive skin beneath. Bella's breath hitched, her body quivering with the anticipation of more intense tickling. "You're doing so well," Vivian murmured, her voice a gentle encouragement that only served to heighten the tension.
The first touch was light, almost featherlike, but it was enough to send a fresh wave of laughter through Bella. Her body jerked and twitched as Vivian's fingers found their way under the fabric, tickling the soft mounds of her breasts. The sensation was unbearable, the laughter bubbling up from deep within her, a force of nature that could not be contained.
"Vivian, please," Bella managed to choke out between gasps for air. "I can't take it anymore." But the pleas fell on deaf ears, or perhaps they were just the sweetest music to the tickle mistress. With a twinkle in her eye, Vivian leaned in closer, her breath hot against Bella's ear.
"I think you can," she murmured, her voice a seductive caress. "You're just getting started."
"Vivian, please," she begged again, her voice a mix of laughter and desperation. The tickling was a symphony of sensation, each stroke sending a new wave of pleasure-pain through her body. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with the effort to maintain control.
The sandy-haired mistress leaned in closer, her warm breath tickling Bella's ear. "Do you want me to stop?" she whispered, her tone mocking and playful.
Bella's eyes fluttered open, and she managed a shaky smile. "No," she gasped, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Don't stop."
Vivian's grin grew wider, and she began to tickle Bella's sides in earnest. The laughter erupted from Bella's chest, deep and uncontrollable, making her whole body tremble against the cross. She could feel her abs clench and her legs quiver as the sensation grew more intense. The pain in her stomach was a constant throb now, but it was a sweet agony that she welcomed with each breathless giggle.
The world around her became a blur of candlelight and shadows as Vivian's fingers continued their merciless dance. Bella's skin felt alive, every inch of her body hyper-sensitive to the touch. She could feel the moisture building between her legs, her arousal growing with each passing second. The helplessness of her situation only added to the thrill, making her feel more vulnerable and exposed than ever before.
Vivian's touch grew bolder, her fingers sliding under the waistband of Bella's shorts to tickle the sensitive flesh of her hips. Bella's breathing grew ragged, her moans and giggles melding into a symphony of desire. She could feel the wetness spreading, soaking through the fabric of her bikini bottom. It was humiliating, but also incredibly arousing.
The mistress's eyes gleamed with approval as she watched Bella's body react. She knew she had found a kindred spirit, someone who craved the same delicious blend of pain and pleasure that she did. "You're so beautiful when you laugh," Vivian murmured, her voice a gentle purr that seemed to resonate through Bella's very soul.
The tickling grew more intense, Vivian's long fingers probing deeper into the waistband of the shorts, tickling the sensitive flesh of Bella's lower belly. Bella's body jerked and twitched, her legs trying to close to escape the torment, but the bonds held her open, exposed. The rubber chicken was brought back into play, the cold, hard beak teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
Her laughter grew louder, more desperate, as Vivian's expert touch danced closer to her pussy. The anticipation was maddening, each stroke bringing her closer to the edge of sanity. Bella's eyes searched the mirror, watching her own reflection, her face a mask of pleasure and pain.
With a wicked smile, Vivian grazed the rubber beak across the damp fabric of Bella's bikini, the sensation sending a shockwave through her body. "You're so wet," Vivian observed, her voice thick with amusement. "It seems you're enjoying yourself more than you're willing to admit."
Bella's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, and she bit her bottom lip to hold back a fresh round of laughter. "I-I can't help it," she gasped, her voice strained from the continuous giggling. "It's just too much."
Vivian leaned in closer, her own eyes dark with desire. "But you don't want me to stop, do you?" she whispered, her breath hot against Bella's neck.
Bella's eyes squeezed shut as she felt the rubber beak trace the outline of her pussy, the sensation so intense she thought she might pass out. "No," she whimpered, her voice a mix of pleasure and agony. "Don't stop."
The room grew hotter, the air thick with the scent of arousal and wax. The sound of Bella's laughter was like a drug to Vivian, spurring her on to new heights of creativity. She reached for a jar filled with what looked like fine sand, dipping her fingers in and letting the grains sift through.
"This," she said, holding up her hand, "is going to make you laugh even harder."
Bella's eyes widened in a mix of fear and excitement as Vivian brought her sand-covered fingers closer. She felt the gritty sensation as they slid along her ribs, the sand acting as a new instrument of torture. The laughter that had begun to subside now exploded from her once more, filling the dungeon with its sweet, desperate sound.
Vivian's touch grew bolder, her sand-covered fingers dancing along the curve of Bella's hip, teasing the sensitive skin. Each grain of sand seemed to find a new nerve ending, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Bella's eyes rolled back in her head, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Vivian, oh god," she managed to choke out, her voice a hoarse whisper.
The mistress chuckled, a dark, delighted sound that sent a shiver down Bella's spine. She could feel the wetness pooling in her bikini bottom, her arousal becoming more apparent with every second that passed. "You're doing so well," Vivian cooed, her voice a warm caress in the cool air. "But I think it's time we moved on to something more... intense."
With that, Vivian set the jar of sand aside and picked up a feathered tickler, the kind that looked like it could tickle the most unreachable spots with ease. Bella's heart raced as the feathers danced along her ribs, the sensation making her arch her back and moan. The longer the tickling continued, the more she found herself losing control, her body's natural reactions taking over.
"P-please," she begged, her voice strained and breathless. "I can't take it anymore."
Vivian stepped back, a twinkle in her eye. "But we've only just begun," she said, her tone playful yet firm. She set the feathered tickler aside and reached for something new, something that looked like a small, intricately designed flogger. The leather strips were tipped with what appeared to be feathers, a tool that promised a mix of pain and pleasure.
Bella's eyes followed the flogger with a mix of trepidation and excitement. She had read about such things, but experiencing them was an entirely different matter. Her heart pounded in her chest as Vivian stepped closer, the smell of leather mingling with the sweet scent of candle wax.
The first strike was light, the feathers barely brushing against the tender skin of her stomach. Bella's laughter grew, a fresh wave of delightful agony. The second strike was harder, the leather biting into her flesh before the feathers kissed away the pain. The combination was exquisite, a delicate dance of torment and relief that left her breathless.
Vivian's eyes remained locked on hers in the mirror, reading every twitch and gasp. She knew Bella's body was reaching its peak, the tension building like a coil ready to snap. The flogger rained down upon her, alternating between the feathers and the leather, leaving a trail of sensation in its wake.
Bella's laughter grew into a crescendo, her body writhing against the restraint. She felt the first spasm of pleasure, her pussy clenching around the emptiness within. The orgasm built slowly, like a wave in the ocean, growing in size and intensity until it crashed over her, making her entire body shake with the power of it.
Vivian watched with a knowing smile, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She knew that Bella was ready for more, that the taste of pleasure had only whetted her appetite for the exquisite pain that was to come. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice a gentle praise that seemed to echo through the room.
The flogger was set aside, and in its place, Vivian picked up a long, slender wand with a feathered tip. Bella's eyes widened, her body tensing in anticipation. The wand hovered in the air, the feathers fluttering teasingly before making contact with the sensitive skin of her thigh. The touch was feather-light, but it sent a jolt of sensation straight to her core.
"Oh, god," Bella panted, her eyes never leaving Vivian's in the mirror. The sand and feathers had been one thing, but this...this was a new level of torment. The wand danced along the inside of her thigh, coming dangerously close to her bikini line. Each stroke was calculated, pushing her closer to the edge of her endurance.
Vivian's smile grew more predatory as she watched Bella's reactions. She knew she had found a kindred spirit, someone who craved the thrill of the unpredictable. The wand moved in a tantalizing pattern, tracing the outline of her pussy without ever quite touching it. The anticipation was maddening, making Bella's muscles tighten and her toes curl.
The first touch of the wand's feathered tip against her clit sent a shockwave through her body. She gasped, her legs bucking against the restraint. The sensation was intense, a sharp, electric pulse that made her laugh hysterically. "Oh, god," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea.
Vivian's eyes gleamed with excitement as she watched Bella's reaction. She knew she had found a sweet spot. The wand danced around the sensitive bud, feathers lightly brushing against the swollen flesh. Bella's body was a symphony of tension and release, her muscles clenching and unclenching with every stroke.
"Please," Bella begged, her voice hoarse from the laughter. "I need... I need..."
Vivian's smile grew even more wicked as she finally granted Bella's unspoken wish. The wand's feathered tip flicked against her clit, and Bella's entire body jolted with pleasure. The tickling had become a maelstrom of sensation, a storm that she could no longer weather. Her orgasm crashed over her, and she screamed with the force of it, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as the laughter turned to sobs of ecstasy. Her eyes squeezed shut, unable to bear the sight of her own pleasure reflected back at her. The wand continued to tickle, Vivian's strokes growing more deliberate as she pushed Bella to new heights. Each touch sent sparks through her, making her hips buck and her back arch.
Bella felt the world around her fade away, leaving only the sensation of the feathers on her skin and the sound of her own breathless gasps. She was lost in the maelstrom of pleasure, her body no longer her own. The tickling had become a force of nature, unstoppable and all-consuming.
With a final, feather-light touch, Vivian pulled the wand away, letting Bella's body fall limp against the cross. The young woman panted, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. The room spun around her, the aftershocks of her orgasm echoing through her body.
"Well done," Vivian said, her voice a soft caress in the silence that followed. "You've proven to be quite the tickling slut."
Bella's cheeks flushed at the words, but she couldn't deny the truth in them. Her body was still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She felt a strange sense of pride at the acknowledgment, a twisted thrill at being reduced to this state of helplessness.
Vivian stepped back, allowing Bella a moment to recover. She watched with a critical eye, assessing the effectiveness of her play. The young woman's skin was a map of sensitivity, each touched area marked with a rosy blush. Her bikini was damp with sweat and arousal, the fabric clinging to her curves.
Bella's breathing slowly returned to normal, the giggles subsiding to a gentle purr. She felt... amazing. The pain in her abs had transformed into a delicious ache, a reminder of the intense pleasure she had just experienced. She hadn't known tickling could be like this, hadn't known she could crave it so much.
Vivian, ever the observant mistress, noticed the change in her charge's demeanor. She stepped closer, her hand running over Bella's flushed skin. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?" she asked, her voice low and knowing.
Bella nodded, her eyes still closed. "Y-yes," she managed to say, the words barely a whisper.
Vivian's fingers trailed along the line of her jaw, tracing the curve of her cheek before moving to tickle the sensitive skin under her ear. Bella's body jerked, and she let out a squeal of laughter that was part pleasure, part surprise. "There's so much more to explore," Vivian murmured, her voice a seductive promise.
The sandy-haired mistress leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Bella's. "But for now," she whispered, "I think we will call it an evening." She unbuckled the straps around Bella's wrists, the leather making a satisfying sound as it was released. Bella's arms fell to her sides, muscles screaming in protest at the sudden relief.
Vivian moved to the ankle cuffs next, her fingers deftly working the buckles. As Bella's legs dropped, she stumbled, her muscles weak and trembling. The mistress caught her, her arms strong and supportive, holding her upright until she found her balance. "Easy," she soothed, her eyes filled with concern. "Take your time."
Bella nodded, her breathing still erratic. She looked down at her body, the redness and the marks from the tickling evident. The room felt too warm, the candles' flickering light making everything seem hazy and unreal. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice still shaky from the intensity of the session.
Vivian's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of distress. "You're welcome," she said softly, her smile warm and genuine. "But remember, this is just the beginning. There's a whole world of tickling to explore."
Bella nodded, her heart racing at the thought of future sessions. She had never felt so alive, so alive in the throes of painful pleasure. "I can't wait," she whispered, leaning into Vivian's embrace. The mistress wrapped her arms around her, holding her close and tight, the scent of leather and wax mingling with her own sweet musk.
Vivian led Bella to a nearby bench, helping her sit down. "You did exceptionally well for your first time," she said, her voice filled with pride. "Most subs take longer to get to that point."
Bella managed a weak smile, her body still trembling from the overwhelming sensations. She looked up at Vivian, her eyes shining with a mix of awe and desire. "I never knew it could be like this," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.
Vivian's eyes searched hers, a gentle understanding in their depths. "It's a journey we'll take together," she said, her thumb tracing the line of Bella's jaw. "And I promise you, it'll only get better."
Bella nodded, her cheeks still flushed from the exertion. The room felt like it was spinning around her, the high from the tickling session leaving her light-headed. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "What...what happens now?"
"The next step is to visit a local underground tickling dance club, where anything can happen to anyone unwilling at any time in the club. It's specified as part of the cover charge to get in the club. You may get tickled by one or many people in different ways....for some they get restrained by complete strangers in the club just so they can tickle them. Many who are tickled are oblivious to what is happening, and are tortured for enjoyment.
I know that sounds harsh, but either way they will definitely not forget it. Take some time before you decide to go, because it's not for the faint of heart.
Bella's eyes widened at the thought, a strange thrill racing through her. She had never been to a place like that before, but the idea of being tickled in public, by multiple people, was both terrifying and incredibly exciting. "Okay," she said, her voice a little shaky. "I'll think about it."
Vivian nodded, understanding the gravity of what she was asking. "Take your time," she said, her voice gentle. "But know that once you're there, there's no turning back. You'll be fair game for anyone who wishes to tickle you."
Bella's heart raced at the thought, a mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through her veins. She knew that she was signing up for something intense, something that would push her boundaries even further. But the allure of the unknown was too strong to resist. "Alright," she murmured, her voice a mix of excitement and trepidation. "I'll go."
Vivian's smile grew wider, her eyes lighting up with a predatory glint. "Excellent," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "The club is called 'The Giggling Gauntlet.' It's a place where the tickling community comes together to indulge in their desires. You're going to love it."
Bella's stomach flipped at the thought of entering such a place, but she also felt a strange sense of excitement. She had always loved the thrill of the unknown, the rush of adrenaline that came from pushing her limits. This was a new frontier for her, one she was eager to explore.
Vivian helped Bella to her feet, her hands gentle on the young woman's trembling body. "You'll probably wanna dress in normal summer beach club attire so as to make the experience more surprising and innocent, something that allows you to look sexy when you sweat. Who knows you may need some layers of clothes, because many girls find out they can have some clothing slowly tickled off of their bodies." she said, her voice a low purr.
Bella nodded, her mind racing with the possibilities. She knew that the club would be filled with people like her, people who craved the same intense sensations she did. The thought of being tickled by strangers, of being the center of attention, was both terrifying and incredibly arousing
"I can't believe I'm actually doing this," Bella murmured to herself, gripping the steering wheel tightly. She glanced at the GPS again, confirming the address of the mysterious building that lay ahead. Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and nerves. This was so unlike her usual Friday nights.
The structure loomed in the distance, a stark contrast to the surrounding suburban homes with its unassuming exterior. A simple sign with the name "Vivian's Tickle Dungeon" swung lazily in the evening breeze. She had read about it online, the whispers of a place where tickling fantasies came to life. A place where the lines of pleasure and pain danced together in a delicate, yet thrilling, ballet.
Bella stepped out of her car, the heat of the summer evening clinging to her skin. She wore a pair of cutoff shorts that barely grazed her upper thighs and a white tank top that revealed the barest hint of her cobalt blue bikini top. Her sandals clicked against the pavement as she approached the entrance, her heart hammering in her chest. The anticipation grew stronger with every step she took.
The door to Vivian's Tickle Dungeon was unassuming, painted black with a simple brass knocker in the shape of a hand. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort to calm herself, and rapped against the wood three times. The sound echoed through the quiet street, seemingly too loud for the serene setting.
Moments later, the door creaked open, revealing Vivian's tall silhouette, backlit by the dimly lit interior. She had shoulder-length sandy brown hair that framed her face like a halo, and her eyes twinkled with a knowing smile. "Welcome, Bella," she said, her voice a smooth purr that seemed to resonate through Bella's very soul. "I've been expecting you."
Bella swallowed hard, feeling a shiver run down her spine. She had read about Vivian, the infamous tickle mistress who had made the dungeon her kingdom. Her reputation was one of both delight and terror, and Bella couldn't wait to experience what lay beyond those doors. She stepped into the cool, velvet embrace of the dungeon, the scent of leather and wax candles enveloping her.
The space was dimly lit, with flickering candles casting long, dancing shadows across the walls. The air was thick with anticipation, the faint echoes of laughter and squeals tickling her ears like a promise of what was to come. Bella felt her eyes widen as she took in the array of contraptions and devices that filled the room. There were stocks and racks, padded benches and swings, all designed to expose and restrain her in the most vulnerable ways.
Vivian, ever the gracious host, gave her a brief tour, explaining the purpose of each device with a wink and a nod. Bella felt her pulse quicken as she thought about the various ways she could be tickled, the helplessness she would feel as she succumbed to the uncontrollable giggles that she both craved and feared. She knew her body's reaction would be intense; the mere thought of it made her palms sweat and her skin tingle.
Finally, they reached a corner where a St. Andrew's cross stood, the wooden beams gleaming in the candlelight. "This," Vivian said, running a hand along one of the beams, "is where we'll begin." Bella's eyes widened as she took in the sight. It was both terrifying and exhilarating, a stark symbol of her submission to Vivian's tickling whims.
Vivian instructed Bella to remove her sandals and stand in front of the cross. She complied, her bare feet sinking into the plush red carpet that covered the floor. The cool wood was a stark contrast to the heat of the room, sending a shiver up her spine.
The mistress moved behind her, the rustle of her clothes the only sound in the otherwise silent dungeon. Bella felt a gentle tug at her wrists as Vivian secured her arms to the cross with soft, velvety cuffs. Her legs trembled slightly as the woman fastened her ankles as well, spreading them apart and leaving her exposed.
"Now, let's get you ready," Vivian said, her voice a low murmur. She stepped aside, allowing Bella to see herself in a large, ornate mirror that took up an entire wall. The reflection showed her bound and vulnerable, the cobalt blue of her bikini peeking out from her shorts and tank top. She couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the sight.
Vivian disappeared behind a curtain, returning with a selection of feathers, brushes, and something that looked suspiciously like a small, rubber chicken. Bella felt a bubble of laughter rise in her throat, but she bit her lip to keep it at bay. She knew from her research that the moment she started laughing, it would be almost impossible to stop.
The first touch was light, a feather dancing along the sensitive skin of her neck, causing her to shiver and gasp. It was a soft, teasing caress that made her skin come alive with goosebumps. "Mm," Vivian murmured, watching Bella's reactions in the mirror. "You're going to be so much fun."
Bella felt the feather move downward, tickling her collarbone before tracing the edge of her tank top. She squirmed, trying to escape the sensation, but the bonds held her firmly in place. Her breathing grew shallow, her chest heaving as she felt the first signs of the inevitable laughter bubbling up inside her. "P-please," she managed to squeak out, her voice a mix of desperation and excitement.
Vivian's smile grew wider as she continued her descent, the feather teasing the soft skin of Bella's stomach. The young woman's eyes watered, her body's response to the tickling overwhelming her senses. "Mercy," she pleaded, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own shallow gasps.
Ignoring the plea, Vivian moved the feather to the waistband of Bella's shorts, tracing the line where fabric met skin. Bella's muscles tightened in anticipation, her legs straining against the velvety cuffs. The feather dipped below the fabric, caressing the sensitive area just above her hip bone. A burst of laughter escaped her lips, and she felt her face flushing with both arousal and embarrassment.
Vivian's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she stepped back, admiring her handiwork. "Let's see how much you can take," she said, setting the feather aside in favor of a soft-bristled brush. The brush danced along the insides of Bella's thighs, sending waves of tickling pleasure up her body. She tried to squirm away, but the restraint held her firmly, leaving her no escape from the torturous sensation.
The brush moved in slow, deliberate strokes, reaching the sensitive area behind her knees and causing her to buckle. Her laughter grew louder, echoing through the dungeon, a sweet symphony of delight and desperation. She could feel her shorts riding up, exposing more of her bikini-clad bottom to Vivian's eager gaze. The anticipation was unbearable, her mind racing with what might come next.
Vivian stepped closer, the brush now replaced by her slender, dextrous fingers. They found the soft spot at the base of Bella's ribs and began to tickle with a firm, unyielding touch. Bella's laughter grew into full-blown hysterics, her body convulsing with every stroke. She felt her abs contract, her stomach muscles aching from the uncontrollable spasms of mirth. Her eyes watered so much she could barely see her own reflection, which was now a blur of distorted shapes and light.
As the minutes ticked by, Vivian's touch grew more precise, finding new spots to elicit even more intense reactions. Bella's pleas for mercy grew louder, her voice hoarse from the constant giggling. Yet, even as she begged for it to stop, she found herself leaning into the sensation, her body betraying her desire for more.
The brush of Vivian's fingertips against her sides sent bolts of pleasure through her, making her squirm and buck against the restraint. Her thin dark blond hair clung to her damp forehead, the effort of holding in her laughter making her sweat. She could feel the fabric of her tank top sticking to her skin, her arousal growing with every gasp she couldn't hold back.
"You're doing so well, Bella," Vivian praised, her voice a siren's call in the darkness. "But I think it's time we really get started." She stepped aside, revealing the rubber chicken that had been tucked behind her back.
Bella's eyes widened in shock and she let out a squeal of laughter before she could even attempt to stifle it. The sight of the absurd toy in this setting was almost too much. The rubber chicken's beak was shaped to perfection, the kind that could deliver tickles so intense they were almost painful. She knew she was in for an experience that would test her limits.
With a wicked grin, Vivian began to caress the rubber chicken along the curve of Bella's neck, the cold plastic sending shivers down her spine. Bella's laughter grew uncontrollable as the chicken danced closer to her ears, the most sensitive spot she had. She felt her knees go weak, her body giving in to the overwhelming sensation.
Vivian moved the chicken downward, the soft feathers on its body brushing against Bella's skin as the beak tickled the sensitive spots on her shoulders. Bella's body jerked in response, her toes curling and her eyes squeezing shut as the laughter took over. The feeling was exquisite, a torrent of pleasure that she never wanted to end, yet desperately needed to escape.
The chicken moved down further, tickling the sides of her ribs with a force that made her arch her back and strain against the restraint. The pain in her abs grew with each uncontrollable spasm, but she found she didn't care. The only thing that mattered was the next touch, the next burst of laughter that would send her spiraling into ecstasy.
"Vivian, please," she begged, her voice a breathless whisper. "I can't take it." But Vivian was unrelenting, her touch as precise as it was playful. She knew exactly how much to give, how much to hold back, keeping Bella on the knife's edge of pleasure and pain.
The rubber chicken's beak found its way under the hem of Bella's tank top, teasing the soft skin of her stomach. Her laughter grew louder, more desperate, as she felt the fabric of her bikini dig into her aroused flesh. The anticipation was unbearable, the knowledge that she was utterly at Vivian's mercy driving her wild.
Vivian's eyes never left the mirror, watching Bella's face contort with each new wave of tickling. She could see the young woman's struggle, the internal battle between the need to laugh and the desire to maintain some semblance of control. It was a sight she found incredibly arousing, and she knew that Bella was feeling it too.
The rubber chicken's beak continued its relentless assault, moving lower until it reached the top of Bella's shorts. The soft feathers tickled her exposed belly button, and she could feel the fabric of her bikini riding up with every giggle. "Oh, god," she moaned, her body shaking uncontrollably. The sensation was maddening, a delightful torment that she hadn't anticipated.
Vivian leaned in, her warm breath ghosting over Bella's ear. "You're doing so well," she whispered, her voice a seductive coo. "But I think it's time we take this to the next level." With a flick of her wrist, she pulled Bella's tank top up, exposing her midriff to the cool air of the dungeon.
The rubber chicken's beak began to explore the newly exposed flesh, tracing the line of her bikini top with a tantalizing touch. Bella's laughter grew in intensity, her body a taut bowstring ready to snap. She felt the feathers of the chicken tickle the sensitive skin just above her waistband, and she bucked her hips in response. The friction against her aroused flesh was driving her crazy, and she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building deep within her.
Vivian's eyes never left the mirror, watching as Bella's body reacted to her ministrations. She could see the desire in her eyes, the desperate need for release. With a knowing smirk, she stepped back and took a moment to appreciate the sight before her. Bella's bound body was a canvas of pleasure, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat.
The rubber chicken was set aside, replaced by Vivian's own hands. Her fingers danced along the line of Bella's bikini top, the tips barely grazing the sensitive skin beneath. Bella's breath hitched, her body quivering with the anticipation of more intense tickling. "You're doing so well," Vivian murmured, her voice a gentle encouragement that only served to heighten the tension.
The first touch was light, almost featherlike, but it was enough to send a fresh wave of laughter through Bella. Her body jerked and twitched as Vivian's fingers found their way under the fabric, tickling the soft mounds of her breasts. The sensation was unbearable, the laughter bubbling up from deep within her, a force of nature that could not be contained.
"Vivian, please," Bella managed to choke out between gasps for air. "I can't take it anymore." But the pleas fell on deaf ears, or perhaps they were just the sweetest music to the tickle mistress. With a twinkle in her eye, Vivian leaned in closer, her breath hot against Bella's ear.
"I think you can," she murmured, her voice a seductive caress. "You're just getting started."
"Vivian, please," she begged again, her voice a mix of laughter and desperation. The tickling was a symphony of sensation, each stroke sending a new wave of pleasure-pain through her body. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with the effort to maintain control.
The sandy-haired mistress leaned in closer, her warm breath tickling Bella's ear. "Do you want me to stop?" she whispered, her tone mocking and playful.
Bella's eyes fluttered open, and she managed a shaky smile. "No," she gasped, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Don't stop."
Vivian's grin grew wider, and she began to tickle Bella's sides in earnest. The laughter erupted from Bella's chest, deep and uncontrollable, making her whole body tremble against the cross. She could feel her abs clench and her legs quiver as the sensation grew more intense. The pain in her stomach was a constant throb now, but it was a sweet agony that she welcomed with each breathless giggle.
The world around her became a blur of candlelight and shadows as Vivian's fingers continued their merciless dance. Bella's skin felt alive, every inch of her body hyper-sensitive to the touch. She could feel the moisture building between her legs, her arousal growing with each passing second. The helplessness of her situation only added to the thrill, making her feel more vulnerable and exposed than ever before.
Vivian's touch grew bolder, her fingers sliding under the waistband of Bella's shorts to tickle the sensitive flesh of her hips. Bella's breathing grew ragged, her moans and giggles melding into a symphony of desire. She could feel the wetness spreading, soaking through the fabric of her bikini bottom. It was humiliating, but also incredibly arousing.
The mistress's eyes gleamed with approval as she watched Bella's body react. She knew she had found a kindred spirit, someone who craved the same delicious blend of pain and pleasure that she did. "You're so beautiful when you laugh," Vivian murmured, her voice a gentle purr that seemed to resonate through Bella's very soul.
The tickling grew more intense, Vivian's long fingers probing deeper into the waistband of the shorts, tickling the sensitive flesh of Bella's lower belly. Bella's body jerked and twitched, her legs trying to close to escape the torment, but the bonds held her open, exposed. The rubber chicken was brought back into play, the cold, hard beak teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
Her laughter grew louder, more desperate, as Vivian's expert touch danced closer to her pussy. The anticipation was maddening, each stroke bringing her closer to the edge of sanity. Bella's eyes searched the mirror, watching her own reflection, her face a mask of pleasure and pain.
With a wicked smile, Vivian grazed the rubber beak across the damp fabric of Bella's bikini, the sensation sending a shockwave through her body. "You're so wet," Vivian observed, her voice thick with amusement. "It seems you're enjoying yourself more than you're willing to admit."
Bella's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, and she bit her bottom lip to hold back a fresh round of laughter. "I-I can't help it," she gasped, her voice strained from the continuous giggling. "It's just too much."
Vivian leaned in closer, her own eyes dark with desire. "But you don't want me to stop, do you?" she whispered, her breath hot against Bella's neck.
Bella's eyes squeezed shut as she felt the rubber beak trace the outline of her pussy, the sensation so intense she thought she might pass out. "No," she whimpered, her voice a mix of pleasure and agony. "Don't stop."
The room grew hotter, the air thick with the scent of arousal and wax. The sound of Bella's laughter was like a drug to Vivian, spurring her on to new heights of creativity. She reached for a jar filled with what looked like fine sand, dipping her fingers in and letting the grains sift through.
"This," she said, holding up her hand, "is going to make you laugh even harder."
Bella's eyes widened in a mix of fear and excitement as Vivian brought her sand-covered fingers closer. She felt the gritty sensation as they slid along her ribs, the sand acting as a new instrument of torture. The laughter that had begun to subside now exploded from her once more, filling the dungeon with its sweet, desperate sound.
Vivian's touch grew bolder, her sand-covered fingers dancing along the curve of Bella's hip, teasing the sensitive skin. Each grain of sand seemed to find a new nerve ending, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Bella's eyes rolled back in her head, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Vivian, oh god," she managed to choke out, her voice a hoarse whisper.
The mistress chuckled, a dark, delighted sound that sent a shiver down Bella's spine. She could feel the wetness pooling in her bikini bottom, her arousal becoming more apparent with every second that passed. "You're doing so well," Vivian cooed, her voice a warm caress in the cool air. "But I think it's time we moved on to something more... intense."
With that, Vivian set the jar of sand aside and picked up a feathered tickler, the kind that looked like it could tickle the most unreachable spots with ease. Bella's heart raced as the feathers danced along her ribs, the sensation making her arch her back and moan. The longer the tickling continued, the more she found herself losing control, her body's natural reactions taking over.
"P-please," she begged, her voice strained and breathless. "I can't take it anymore."
Vivian stepped back, a twinkle in her eye. "But we've only just begun," she said, her tone playful yet firm. She set the feathered tickler aside and reached for something new, something that looked like a small, intricately designed flogger. The leather strips were tipped with what appeared to be feathers, a tool that promised a mix of pain and pleasure.
Bella's eyes followed the flogger with a mix of trepidation and excitement. She had read about such things, but experiencing them was an entirely different matter. Her heart pounded in her chest as Vivian stepped closer, the smell of leather mingling with the sweet scent of candle wax.
The first strike was light, the feathers barely brushing against the tender skin of her stomach. Bella's laughter grew, a fresh wave of delightful agony. The second strike was harder, the leather biting into her flesh before the feathers kissed away the pain. The combination was exquisite, a delicate dance of torment and relief that left her breathless.
Vivian's eyes remained locked on hers in the mirror, reading every twitch and gasp. She knew Bella's body was reaching its peak, the tension building like a coil ready to snap. The flogger rained down upon her, alternating between the feathers and the leather, leaving a trail of sensation in its wake.
Bella's laughter grew into a crescendo, her body writhing against the restraint. She felt the first spasm of pleasure, her pussy clenching around the emptiness within. The orgasm built slowly, like a wave in the ocean, growing in size and intensity until it crashed over her, making her entire body shake with the power of it.
Vivian watched with a knowing smile, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She knew that Bella was ready for more, that the taste of pleasure had only whetted her appetite for the exquisite pain that was to come. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice a gentle praise that seemed to echo through the room.
The flogger was set aside, and in its place, Vivian picked up a long, slender wand with a feathered tip. Bella's eyes widened, her body tensing in anticipation. The wand hovered in the air, the feathers fluttering teasingly before making contact with the sensitive skin of her thigh. The touch was feather-light, but it sent a jolt of sensation straight to her core.
"Oh, god," Bella panted, her eyes never leaving Vivian's in the mirror. The sand and feathers had been one thing, but this...this was a new level of torment. The wand danced along the inside of her thigh, coming dangerously close to her bikini line. Each stroke was calculated, pushing her closer to the edge of her endurance.
Vivian's smile grew more predatory as she watched Bella's reactions. She knew she had found a kindred spirit, someone who craved the thrill of the unpredictable. The wand moved in a tantalizing pattern, tracing the outline of her pussy without ever quite touching it. The anticipation was maddening, making Bella's muscles tighten and her toes curl.
The first touch of the wand's feathered tip against her clit sent a shockwave through her body. She gasped, her legs bucking against the restraint. The sensation was intense, a sharp, electric pulse that made her laugh hysterically. "Oh, god," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea.
Vivian's eyes gleamed with excitement as she watched Bella's reaction. She knew she had found a sweet spot. The wand danced around the sensitive bud, feathers lightly brushing against the swollen flesh. Bella's body was a symphony of tension and release, her muscles clenching and unclenching with every stroke.
"Please," Bella begged, her voice hoarse from the laughter. "I need... I need..."
Vivian's smile grew even more wicked as she finally granted Bella's unspoken wish. The wand's feathered tip flicked against her clit, and Bella's entire body jolted with pleasure. The tickling had become a maelstrom of sensation, a storm that she could no longer weather. Her orgasm crashed over her, and she screamed with the force of it, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as the laughter turned to sobs of ecstasy. Her eyes squeezed shut, unable to bear the sight of her own pleasure reflected back at her. The wand continued to tickle, Vivian's strokes growing more deliberate as she pushed Bella to new heights. Each touch sent sparks through her, making her hips buck and her back arch.
Bella felt the world around her fade away, leaving only the sensation of the feathers on her skin and the sound of her own breathless gasps. She was lost in the maelstrom of pleasure, her body no longer her own. The tickling had become a force of nature, unstoppable and all-consuming.
With a final, feather-light touch, Vivian pulled the wand away, letting Bella's body fall limp against the cross. The young woman panted, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. The room spun around her, the aftershocks of her orgasm echoing through her body.
"Well done," Vivian said, her voice a soft caress in the silence that followed. "You've proven to be quite the tickling slut."
Bella's cheeks flushed at the words, but she couldn't deny the truth in them. Her body was still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She felt a strange sense of pride at the acknowledgment, a twisted thrill at being reduced to this state of helplessness.
Vivian stepped back, allowing Bella a moment to recover. She watched with a critical eye, assessing the effectiveness of her play. The young woman's skin was a map of sensitivity, each touched area marked with a rosy blush. Her bikini was damp with sweat and arousal, the fabric clinging to her curves.
Bella's breathing slowly returned to normal, the giggles subsiding to a gentle purr. She felt... amazing. The pain in her abs had transformed into a delicious ache, a reminder of the intense pleasure she had just experienced. She hadn't known tickling could be like this, hadn't known she could crave it so much.
Vivian, ever the observant mistress, noticed the change in her charge's demeanor. She stepped closer, her hand running over Bella's flushed skin. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?" she asked, her voice low and knowing.
Bella nodded, her eyes still closed. "Y-yes," she managed to say, the words barely a whisper.
Vivian's fingers trailed along the line of her jaw, tracing the curve of her cheek before moving to tickle the sensitive skin under her ear. Bella's body jerked, and she let out a squeal of laughter that was part pleasure, part surprise. "There's so much more to explore," Vivian murmured, her voice a seductive promise.
The sandy-haired mistress leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Bella's. "But for now," she whispered, "I think we will call it an evening." She unbuckled the straps around Bella's wrists, the leather making a satisfying sound as it was released. Bella's arms fell to her sides, muscles screaming in protest at the sudden relief.
Vivian moved to the ankle cuffs next, her fingers deftly working the buckles. As Bella's legs dropped, she stumbled, her muscles weak and trembling. The mistress caught her, her arms strong and supportive, holding her upright until she found her balance. "Easy," she soothed, her eyes filled with concern. "Take your time."
Bella nodded, her breathing still erratic. She looked down at her body, the redness and the marks from the tickling evident. The room felt too warm, the candles' flickering light making everything seem hazy and unreal. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice still shaky from the intensity of the session.
Vivian's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of distress. "You're welcome," she said softly, her smile warm and genuine. "But remember, this is just the beginning. There's a whole world of tickling to explore."
Bella nodded, her heart racing at the thought of future sessions. She had never felt so alive, so alive in the throes of painful pleasure. "I can't wait," she whispered, leaning into Vivian's embrace. The mistress wrapped her arms around her, holding her close and tight, the scent of leather and wax mingling with her own sweet musk.
Vivian led Bella to a nearby bench, helping her sit down. "You did exceptionally well for your first time," she said, her voice filled with pride. "Most subs take longer to get to that point."
Bella managed a weak smile, her body still trembling from the overwhelming sensations. She looked up at Vivian, her eyes shining with a mix of awe and desire. "I never knew it could be like this," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.
Vivian's eyes searched hers, a gentle understanding in their depths. "It's a journey we'll take together," she said, her thumb tracing the line of Bella's jaw. "And I promise you, it'll only get better."
Bella nodded, her cheeks still flushed from the exertion. The room felt like it was spinning around her, the high from the tickling session leaving her light-headed. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "What...what happens now?"
"The next step is to visit a local underground tickling dance club, where anything can happen to anyone unwilling at any time in the club. It's specified as part of the cover charge to get in the club. You may get tickled by one or many people in different ways....for some they get restrained by complete strangers in the club just so they can tickle them. Many who are tickled are oblivious to what is happening, and are tortured for enjoyment.
I know that sounds harsh, but either way they will definitely not forget it. Take some time before you decide to go, because it's not for the faint of heart.
Bella's eyes widened at the thought, a strange thrill racing through her. She had never been to a place like that before, but the idea of being tickled in public, by multiple people, was both terrifying and incredibly exciting. "Okay," she said, her voice a little shaky. "I'll think about it."
Vivian nodded, understanding the gravity of what she was asking. "Take your time," she said, her voice gentle. "But know that once you're there, there's no turning back. You'll be fair game for anyone who wishes to tickle you."
Bella's heart raced at the thought, a mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through her veins. She knew that she was signing up for something intense, something that would push her boundaries even further. But the allure of the unknown was too strong to resist. "Alright," she murmured, her voice a mix of excitement and trepidation. "I'll go."
Vivian's smile grew wider, her eyes lighting up with a predatory glint. "Excellent," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "The club is called 'The Giggling Gauntlet.' It's a place where the tickling community comes together to indulge in their desires. You're going to love it."
Bella's stomach flipped at the thought of entering such a place, but she also felt a strange sense of excitement. She had always loved the thrill of the unknown, the rush of adrenaline that came from pushing her limits. This was a new frontier for her, one she was eager to explore.
Vivian helped Bella to her feet, her hands gentle on the young woman's trembling body. "You'll probably wanna dress in normal summer beach club attire so as to make the experience more surprising and innocent, something that allows you to look sexy when you sweat. Who knows you may need some layers of clothes, because many girls find out they can have some clothing slowly tickled off of their bodies." she said, her voice a low purr.
Bella nodded, her mind racing with the possibilities. She knew that the club would be filled with people like her, people who craved the same intense sensations she did. The thought of being tickled by strangers, of being the center of attention, was both terrifying and incredibly arousing
