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Part 4

As the morning breaks Vivian and Bella spend the day hand in hand before tonight's intense session at Vivian's Tickle Dungeon.

Bella's nervousness has been increasing all day. She knows Vivian is gonna torture her and Bush her ticklish body to new heights, but she also knows Vivian is a Dom, and can be very sadistic.

Finally, the moment of truth arrives. Bella is led into the dungeon, and Vivian is already dressed in her leather gear, a smirk on her face. She looks absolutely stunning and terrifying at the same time. Bella's heart races as she's secured to the St. Andrew's cross once more. Bella took Vivian's suggestion earlier in the day to purchase her favorite style of clothes to make a layered outfit that if need be Bella isn't worried about getting torn or ruined in case they need to get to more tickling areas.


Vivian takes in Bella's outfit; a knowing smile plays on her lips as she appreciates the thought and effort her sub has put into it. The layers of fabric will make the tickling all the more interesting, providing different sensations and challenges.

Bella's outfit consists of a red bikini top and bottoms, both of which are tied with strings that dangle playfully around her waist and neck, begging to be pulled and revealing her naked skin beneath. She's also wearing a loose, sleeveless shirt that's unbuttoned and tied at the waist, showing off her midriff and the tantalizing promise of more to come. Her shorts are a frayed denim number that cling to her hips, revealing the tops of her thighs, and her feet are adorned with a pair of ankle boots that make her legs look irresistibly long and inviting.

As Vivian's eyes wander she nervously walks up to Bella and explainsexplaines just how much tickling she will get tonight. "You remember our deal," Vivian says, her voice low and velvety. "No holding back, no mercy. I want to see you laugh, squirm, and beg for it to stop. I want to hear those sweet little pleas for mercy, even though I won't give it to you."


Bella nods, her throat dry. She's both scared and thrilled at the thought of the intense tickling session ahead. She's been fantasizing about it all day, her body already anticipating the sensations she knows are coming. She tries to take deep, calming breaths as Vivian approaches her with a glint in her eye, holding a collection of feathers, brushes, and other tickling tools.

"Bella, areBella are you sure aboutbout this? You will be tickled by me and my cohorts so hard your laughter will reach peaks beyond what you ever dreamed. You will be tickled so hard your body will become a sweat machine, and you may even wet yourself multiple times. There will be ticklingwill tickling everywhereevery where including your most private, intimate areas, but it will not be a slow pleasurable tickling like we shared last night. You may orgasm if your body responds that way, but this session is gonna be straight up tickling, the hardest longest you have ever had, and dreamed of....."

Bella swallowed hard, her body already responding to the thought. She felt her skin tingle in anticipation, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her bikini top. She nodded, her voice a hoarse whisper. "I'm ready," she said, trying to sound more confident than she felt.


Vivian closes in on Bella'son her Bella's face Vivian's eyes filling with tears, As she says "Bella are you really sure aboutbout this? Because I can be sadistic when I start tickling, and I'm afraid the horror of the experience will push you out of my life." Vivian's emotions and tears are on full display as her lips tremble. "This is who and what I'm in these settings. I don't wanna loseloose you over this....are you sure about this?"

Bella replies back "If this means I can prove my loyalty, and repair that trust with you, then yes, I'm absolutely sure," she whispers, trying to sound more composed than she feels. She sees the concern in Vivian's eyes and leans in to kiss her gently. "I trust you," she says firmly, "I want this."

"Vivian, areVivian are you sure you wanna do this?this. You'reYour a strong, dominant, powerfulpower, beautiful, womanwomen who has tortured many without hesitation, you can do whatever you want with whomever you want, but why do you hesitate with me?"

Vivian's eyes searched Bella's, looking for any sign of doubt. "Because you're different," she finally admits, her voice thick with emotion. "You're not just another sub. You're...you're special."

Bella replies "What makes me so special to you Vivian."

Vivian's expression softens, and she brushes a lock of hair away from Bella's face. "Because you're the one who makes me feel alive, the one who brings light into my dark world," she confesses, her voice cracking with vulnerability. "I've never felt this way before, and I'm scared of losing that."


"Vivian, it'sVivian it's ok to be afraid and scared. It's ok to cry and put your emotions out there."

Vivian nods, her eyes never leaving Bella's. "I know," she says, her voice shaky. "But I've never been so... exposed before. I've always been the one in charge, the one who didn't let anyone get too close."

"Then why did you let me in?in."

Vivian pauses, taking a deep breath. "Because you saw me, Bella. You saw the person behind the Mistress, and you didn't run. You saw the tickler who craves love and connection, and you offered it to me without expecting anything in return."

Bella's eyes fill with warmth, and she smiles gently. "And you saw the woman who loves to laugh and be tickled, and you didn't just see a toy to play with, you saw someone you could share your world with."

Vivian nods, her gaze intense. "That's why I'm asking if you're sure. I don't want to lose what we have."

"Vivian, if IVivian if I can't take the pain of being till my heart stops and I die, then I have no business telling you how much I love you."

Vivian's eyes searched Bella's, looking for any sign of doubt or fear. But all she saw was love and determination. She nodded, a single tear tracing a path down her cheek. "Alright," she says, her voice firm. "But remember, you can always use safealways safe wordsword."

"No Vivian! That'sthat's not how you operate your still hesitating. No safe wordssafewords! I'm here to be tickled without mercy for as long as I'miam alive. That's what you do, is it not?"


Vivian nods, her eyes gleaming with a mix of admiration and apprehension. "Yes, that's what I do," she says, her voice a low purr. "But I've never cared about someone like I care about you. I don't want to hurt you, not really."

"I betrayed your trust, remembertrust remember. I said I would do anything to get it back. If you care for me you will give it all to me, and we will see if I'm still here when you'reyour done."

Vivian's expression softens, and she nods. "Very well," she says, her voice firm. "But know this, Bella, I will stop if I think you're in genuine distress. I won't let this go too far."

"No that's not good enough Vivian! You have to go too farto far. You have to go that extra distance. If you don't then all that we are and hope to be together as lovers will be for not."

Vivian's gaze darkens, and she nods. "I understand," she says, her voice a low murmur. "I'll push you to your limits, and maybe even beyond. But I promise you this, Bella, I will always be here to catch you when you fall."

"Just remember I caught you first" Bella replies.

Vivian's heart swells at Bella's words, and she leans in to kiss her deeply, their tongues dancing together in a silent promise of passion and pain.

As they break apart, Vivian's eyes gleam with newfound resolve. She takes a step back, her hand hovering over the array of tickling tools before selecting a feather. "Ready?" she asks, her voice a seductive whisper.



Bella nods, her heart racing. She's never been more certain of anything in her life. "Yes," she says, her voice steady. "Do it."

Vivian starts with the feather, tracing it gently along Bella's exposed skin. Bella's body jerks in response, her laughter bubbling up from deep within her. The sensation is almost too much to bear, but she's determined to stick to her word.

The feather moves up, tickling the sensitive skin of her ribs, and Bella's laughter turns into gasps for air. Her abs contract with each touch, her body writhing in a delicious mix of pleasure and torment. The room is filled with the sound of their combined breaths and the soft rustle of the feathers against her skin.

Vivian's strokes become more deliberate, the feather moving faster and with more precision. She watches Bella's reactions with an intensity that borders on obsession, her own arousal growing with every giggle and squirm. The power exchange is palpable, the air thick with it.

Bella's skin is flushed, her eyes squeezed shut as she tries to brace herself against the onslaught of sensation. Her body is a taut bowstring, her muscles trembling with the effort of holding still. She knows that any movement will only make it worse, but the urge to escape is almost overwhelming.


Vivian's feather dances along the line of her bikini bottoms, teasing the soft flesh of her hips before slipping under the fabric. Bella's laughter turns into a high-pitched squeal, her legs kicking out involuntarily. Vivian's eyes gleam with satisfaction as she watches Bella's body react to her touch.

The tickling becomes more intense as Vivian employs a variety of tools, her feather giving way to a soft-bristled brush that sends Bella into paroxysms of laughter. Her hands are bound above her head, her body on full display as she struggles against her restraints.

The strokes of the brush are light at first, barely touching the skin of her inner thighs. But as Bella's giggles grow louder, Vivian presses harder, her strokes more deliberate and calculated. Bella's legs try to close, but the restraints of the frame holdholds them apart, exposing her most sensitive areas to the relentless assault.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body writhing and jerking with every touch. The anticipation of where the brush will land next sends shockwaves of excitement through her body. She feels her arousal growing, a warm wetness pooling between her legs. Despite the fear and the pain, she's turned on by the power dynamic, by the sheer vulnerability of her position.


Vivian's eyes travel down Bella's body, taking in the sight of her lover's pleasure. She sets the brush aside, her eyes glinting with a new idea. "You're doing so well, my sweet," she purrs, her voice dripping with honeyed malice. "But I think it's time we up the ante."

Without another word, Vivian reaches for a pair of fur-lined handcuffs and snaps them around Bella's wrists, attaching them to the cross above her head. This new position forces Bella's chest out, her nipples tight and begging for attention. Vivian's smile widens as she sees the effect she's having on the younger woman.

Her eyes gleaming, Vivian picks up a new tool, a long, thin wand with a soft, feathery tip. She runs it along the inside of Bella's thigh, and Bella's body jolts in response, her laughter turning into desperate pleas for mercy. The wand is relentless, moving in quick, teasing strokes that make Bella's legs quiver and her toes curl.

Vivian's eyes never leave Bella's face, watching the play of emotions that dance across her features. She sees the desire, the need for more, and the hint of fear that makes her own heart race. She knows she's pushing her, but she also knows that Bella can take it.

The wand moves higher, tickling the delicate skin of Bella's inner thighs, drawing them closer and closer to the apex of her desire. Bella's laughter turns into a keening wail, her body trembling with the effort of holding still.


Vivian can feel the energy in the room shifting, the power dynamics between them growing stronger with every giggle and squirm. She leans in closer, her breath hot against Bella's ear. "Are you ready for more?" she whispers, her voice filled with dark promise.

Bella's only response is a whimper, her body a canvas of pleasure and pain. She nods, her eyes squeezed shut, her mind racing with anticipation.

Vivian's hand moves away from the wand, and for a brief moment, Bella feels a sense of relief. But it's quickly replaced by a cold, wet sensation as Vivian's tongue traces the same path the feathers had taken earlier. Bella's body jerks, her laughter turning into moans of pleasure. She tries to lift her hips, to press herself closer to Vivian's mouth, but the restraints hold her in place.

The feeling of Vivian's tongue on her skin is exquisite, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She feels her orgasm building, her muscles tightening with every touch. But just as she's about to climax, Vivian pulls away, leaving her gasping and frustrated.

Vivian's eyes gleam with amusement and lust as she watches Bella's reaction. She knows exactly what she's doing, how to push her to the edge and keep her there. "You're so close, aren't you?" she murmurs, her voice a seductive purr. "But not yet, my love. We have so much more to explore."


Bella's body is a symphony of sensations, each tickle a note that plays in harmony with her arousal. She can feel her orgasm building, a crescendo that's just out of reach. She tries to concentrate on the sound of Vivian's voice, the feeling of the cool air against her overheated skin, anything to distract herself from the unbearable need.

Vivian, ever the master of her craft, reads Bella's body like a book. She knows just how much more she can take, and she's not about to let her climax just yet. Instead, she switches to a new tool, a set of velvet-covered claws that she runs lightly over Bella's stomach.

The sudden change in sensation makes Bella's laughter turn into a scream, her body bucking against the restraints. The claws are soft, but the way they tease and tickle her skin sends jolts of pleasure and pain through her body. She feels the fabric of her bikini top growing damp with sweat, her breath coming in pants.

Vivian's touch moves up to her breasts, the claws lightly raking over her nipples. Bella's eyes fly open, and she arches her back, her voice a strangled cry. The intensity is almost too much to handle, but she's determined to see this through. She's here to prove her love and trust, and she won't let Vivian down.


The claws are replaced with Vivian's bare hands, her long, slender fingers digging into the flesh of Bella's breasts. The pressure is firm, the tickling bordering on painful, but the pleasure is undeniable. Bella's body responds with a rush of arousal, her hips bucking against the restraints.

Vivian's touch is everywhere, her fingers dancing over Bella's stomach, ribs, and the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Each touch is a promise of more to come, each giggle a testament to the strength of their bond. The room is filled with the sound of their shared passion, the air thick with it.

Bella's body is a map of sensitivity, her skin alight with goosebumps. She feels her arousal building with every stroke, every tease, every gasp. The power exchange between them is a heady mix of love and desire, a dance of dominance and submission that only they truly understand.

Vivian moves in closer, her breath hot against Bella's ear. "You're doing so well," she whispers, her voice a sweet caress. "But I think it's time to see how much you really can take."

With a wicked smile, she picks up a new tool, a small, handheld vibrator with a pointed tip. She turns it on, the low hum filling the air as she brings it closer to Bella's skin. The anticipation is unbearable, and Bella's body tenses, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and fear.


Vivian places the vibrator against the base of Bella's spine, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her body. Bella's laughter turns into a full-body tremor, her eyes rolling back in her head. She's never felt anything so intense, so all-consuming. The vibrator moves upward, teasing the sensitive skin along her spine, and Bella feels her orgasm building once again.

The vibrator moves to the side, tracing the curve of her waist before coming to rest on her ticklish ribs. Bella's body jerks, her breath hitching in her throat. The sensation is unbearable, a delicious agony that makes her want to scream and beg for more. She can feel the sweat trickling down her back, soaking into the fabric of her shorts.

"Vivian, please," she gasps, her voice a desperate plea. "I can't...I can't take it anymore."

Vivian's smile turns predatory as she leans in, her voice a whisper. "But you said no limits," she reminds Bella, her eyes glinting with mischief. "And I'm just getting started."

The vibrator's relentless buzzing moves to Bella's most sensitive spot, the side of her ribs just under her arm. Her laughter turns into a scream of pleasure, her body contorting with the effort of staying still. She can feel the orgasm building, a pressure that's about to burst.


Vivian watches with a mix of awe and lust, her own arousal palpable. She knows she's pushing Bella to her limits, but the trust between them is unbreakable. With a flick of her wrist, the vibrator moves down to Bella's hip, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Bella's eyes squeeze shut, and she bites down on her lower lip, trying to hold back the scream that's threatening to escape. Her legs are trembling, her entire body a live wire of sensation. The vibrator moves closer to her bikini line, and she feels a warmth spread through her, the beginnings of an orgasm that promises to be more intense than any she's ever experienced.

Vivian's eyes are dark with desire as she watches Bella's reaction, her own body responding to the power she holds. She brings the vibrator to the edge of Bella's bikini bottoms, the vibrations teasing the sensitive skin beneath. Bella's hips buck, her body desperately seeking relief from the torment.

"Vivian, please," she whispers, her voice strained. "I need...I need..."

Vivian leans in, her breath hot against Bella's ear. "You need what, love?" she asks, her voice a seductive purr.

Bella's eyes fly open, and she looks at Vivian with a mix of desperation and need. "I need...I need to come," she gasps out, her body trembling with the effort of holding back.

Vivian's smile widens, and she nods. "Very well," she says, her voice a low murmur. "But remember, no safewords tonight."


Bella nods, her eyes never leaving Vivian's. She knows what she's signed up for, and she's ready to face the storm of sensation that awaits her.

Vivian places the vibrator directly on Bella's bikini covered, denim shorts covered clit, the intense vibrations sending her over the edge. Bella's body convulses, her orgasm ripping through her like a tornado. She screams out, her laughter turning into sobs of pleasure. Her body shakes with the force of her climax, the restraints rattling against the frame.

Vivian watches with a mix of pride and desire, her own arousal reaching new heights. She can feel her own orgasm building, her body responding to the power she holds over Bella. She knows she's pushing her limits, but the love between them is a rope that will never break.

As Bella's screams of pleasure die down, Vivian switches off the vibrator and leans in to kiss her, tasting the sweetness of her victory. "You did it," she murmurs, her voice filled with awe. "You're so beautiful when you let go."

Bella gasps for air, her body still quivering from the intensity of her orgasm. "Thank you," she whispers, her eyes shining with love and gratitude. "I never knew it could be like this."

Vivian's hand moves to caress Bella's cheek, her thumb tracing the wetness there. "We're just getting started," she says, her voice filled with dark promise. "Tonight, we're going to explore every inch of your ticklish flesh, every sound you can make."


Bella nods, her eyes glazed with pleasure and anticipation. She knows that Vivian will push her to the edge, but she also knows that she'll be safe in her arms. The trust between them is a living, breathing thing, growing stronger with every shared experience.

Vivian steps back, taking in the sight of Bella's trembling form. With a flick of her wrist, she snaps her fingers, and the lights dim, casting the room in a warm, intimate glow. The air feels charged with electricity, the anticipation of what's to come thick and heavy.

"Now," Vivian says, her voice a seductive purr, "it's time for the real fun to begin."

With a flourish, she pulls out a set of feathered handcuffs and attaches them to Bella's ankles, spreading her legs wider apart. Bella's heart races as she feels a fresh wave of vulnerability wash over her. The cool metal of the handcuffs contrasts with the heat of the room, sending a shiver down her spine.

Vivian circles Bella, her eyes glinting with excitement. She picks up a long, slender feather and runs it along the inside of Bella's thigh. The sensation is unbearable, making her entire body tense and quiver. "You're mine," Vivian whispers, her voice low and commanding. "Every giggle, every squirm."


Bella nods, her breath coming in ragged pants. The feather moves higher, tickling the sensitive flesh just behind her knee. She tries to keep her legs still, but the restraints make it impossible. Her body jerks involuntarily, and she can't help the moan that escapes her lips.

Vivian's smile widens, her eyes dark with lust as she watches Bella's reactions. She runs the feather up the inside of her thigh, pausing just shy of her bikini line. The anticipation is exquisite, a delicate dance of pain and pleasure that makes Bella's stomach clench with need.

Bella's breath hitches as Vivian finally brings the feather to rest against the fabric of her bikini bottoms. The soft bristles tickle her clit through the material, and she feels her orgasm building once again. "Please," she whispers, her voice a desperate plea. "I can't...it's too much."

Vivian's smile is filled with love and understanding. "You can," she murmurs, her voice a soothing balm. "You're stronger than you know." She leans in to kiss Bella, her tongue tracing the line of her jaw, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her neck. The kiss is deep and possessive, a claimclaiming that goes beyond words.

The feather moves away, and Bella feels a brief moment of relief before Vivian's fingers replace it, the soft fabric of her bikini offering no protection from the touch. Her fingertips are like fire, setting Bella's skin alight with sensation. The younger woman's body responds in kind, her hips bucking upward, seeking more.


Vivian's eyes never leave hers as she slowly pulls the bikini bottoms aside, exposing Bella's wet, swollen clit. Bella's cheeks flush with arousal, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The sight of her lover's need is intoxicating, and Vivian can't resist leaning in to taste her.

Her tongue flicks out, tracing the sensitive flesh in a delicate dance that has Bella's legs shaking. She uses the feather now, teasing the insides of Bella's thighs as she licks and sucks, drawing out the sweet nectar of her desire. Bella's moans grow louder, the vibrations of her voice sending ripples of pleasure through her body.

The room is alive with the sound of their passion, the smell of sweat and arousal heavy in the air. The walls seem to close in around them, the outside world forgotten in the face of their shared ecstasy. Vivian's hands roam Bella's body, her fingers finding every ticklish spot and exploiting it with a masterful touch.

Bella's breath comes in stuttering gasps as Vivian's feather-light touches continue their relentless assault. Her body is a canvas of pleasure, each giggle and squirm a testament to the depth of their connection. She tries to hold back, to keep her composure, but it's a losing battle.

Vivian stops and Neels down to her feet and removes her heeled ankle boots and socks.


The feather darts down to her toes, making her legs kick wildly. "Ahh! No, not there!" she squeals, trying to pull away. But the restraints hold firm, leaving her at Vivian's mercy. Vivian's eyes sparkle with amusement as she watches Bella's desperate attempts to escape.

"You know I can't resist those cute little toes," she says, her voice filled with mischief. She gently takes Bella's left foot in her hand, and with the feather, she begins to tickle the sole. Bella's entire body jolts, her laughter now a mix of pleasure and protest. "Please, Vivian, please..." she begs, her voice breaking.

Vivian's eyes are filled with love and amusement as she watches Bella's reaction. She knows the power she holds in this moment, and she's not about to let up. She runs the feather along the arch of Bella's foot, watching her toes curl and her body convulse. The sound of Bella's laughter is like music to her ears, a sweet symphony of pleasure and torment.

The feather moves to the right foot, and Bella's squeals of delight are music to Vivian's ears. She takes her time, savoring every giggle and squirm. Her own desire is building, her body responding to the sight of Bella's vulnerability and need.

As Bella's laughter reaches a crescendo, Vivian stands up, the feather lingering on her toes. She looks down at her lover, the love in her eyes mixing with the hunger for more. "Ready for the next level?" she asks, her voice a low murmur.


Bella nods, her body still trembling from the tickling. She's lost in the sea of sensations, her mind racing with anticipation of what Vivian has planned. The power exchange between them is a heady drug, and she craves it like nothing else.

Vivian steps away from Bella, the feather in her hand still moving in gentle strokes across the floor. She picks up a new tool, a riding crop with a leather tip that makes a deliciously sinister sound as it slices through the air. "This," she says, holding it up for Bella to see, "will make sure you stay put."

With a wicked smile, she brings the crop down on Bella's thigh, the leather making contact with a sharp smack. Bella yelps, her body jolting in surprise. The sting of the crop is a stark contrast to the feather's gentle tickle, and she feels a fresh wave of arousal crash over her.

With her outfit still intact minus her boots, Bella watches Vivian's movements with the riding crop. Bella's body is now a maelstrom of sensations, each one more intense than the last. The anticipation is almost unbearable as Vivian traces the leather tip of the crop up her leg, pausing just before it reaches the edge of her shorts. The coolness of the leather against her overheated skin sends shivers up Bella's spine.


Vivian's eyes are dark with desire as she brings the crop down again, this time hitting the sensitive area at the top of Bella's thigh. Bella's eyes widen, and she lets out a gasp, her body jolting with the sudden sting of pain. But it's not just pain; it's a delicious mix of pleasure and pain that sends a jolt of electricity through her core. Her orgasm from moments ago is still reverberating through her body, and the new sensation only adds to the intensity.

With a flick of her wrist, Vivian sends the crop skimming over Bella's bare skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. She can see the younger woman's nipples harden through the fabric of her sleevelesssleevless button up shirt and bikini top, and she knows she's hit the right spot. The sound of the crop connecting with flesh fills the room, punctuating the air with a rhythm that matches their accelerating heartbeats.

Bella's eyes are glued to Vivian's, her breath coming in short, panting gasps. She can feel the heat building between her legs, the dampness spreading. The anticipation is agonizing, the fear of the next strike mingling with the desperate need for it.

Vivian's eyes never leave Bella's as she brings the crop down again, this time catching the edge of her bikini bottom. The leather snaps against her skin, and Bella's entire body tenses. She lets out a strangled sound, halfway between a laugh and a moan. The pain is intense, but it's the kind of pain that makes her ache for more.

The crop moves upward, tracing the line of Bella's body until it reaches her stomach. The anticipation is unbearable, and she feels her muscles tighten in anticipation. But instead of striking, Vivian runs the leather tip over her skin in a gentle caress, the sensation making Bella's body quiver. "So beautiful," she murmurs, her voice thick with desire.

With a flick of her wrist, Vivian brings the crop down again, this time striking the soft flesh of Bella's inner thigh. The sound of the impact is muffled by the fabric of the shorts, but the pain is no less intense. Bella's legs spasm, and she lets out a high-pitched squeal, her eyes squeezed shut. The vibrations of her laughter resonate through her body, mixing with the pain in a delicious cocktail of sensation.

Vivian's eyes are dark with lust as she watches Bella's reaction, the power exchange between them a heady aphrodisiac. She moves the crop up to Bella's ticklish armpit, the leather tip grazing the sensitive skin. Bella's body arches, her chest thrusting forward, her breasts straining against the confines of the sleeveless shirt and bikini top.


The sound of the crop hitting her armpit is muffled by Bella's screams of laughter, her eyes squeezed shut in a mix of pain and pleasure. The fabric of her openof open sleeveless button up shirt tied at the stomach sticks to her sweat-soaked skin, and Vivian can see the outline of her erect nipples pushing against the fabric. She can't help but feel a surge of pride and desire at the sight of Bella's body responding so beautifully to her touch.

Vivian moves the crop away, allowing Bella's laughter to subside into ragged gasps for air. "Good girl," she murmurs, her voice filled with satisfaction. "You're doing so well."

Bella's eyes flutter open, and she looks at Vivian through a haze of pleasure. "More," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I need more."

Vivian's smile is filled with love and lust as she complies, bringing the crop back to Bella's body. This time, she targets the spot where Bella's thigh meets her hip, the place that always makes her squeal the loudest. The leather connects with a sharp crack, and Bella's body jerks, her laughter turning into a high-pitched wail.

Her eyes squeeze shut again as Vivian continues to pepper her with precise, controlled strikes. The pain is exquisite, a delicate dance that keeps her on the edge of what she can handle. Each strike sends a shockwave through her body, making her clit throb and her juices flow. She can feel her orgasm building once again, a crescendo of pleasure that threatens to overwhelm her.


Vivian reads Bella's reactions like a book, her own desire burning hotter with every giggle and squirm. She knows exactly where to aim the crop to elicit the most intense responses, and she takes full advantage of that knowledge. With a flick of her wrist, she lands a particularly hard strike on the side of Bella's stomach, just below her ribs.

Bella's laughter turns into a scream, her body convulsing with the overwhelming sensation. The crop leaves a red welt on her skin, a stark contrast to her pale flesh. But even as the pain shoots through her, she feels a wave of arousal that makes her wetter than she's ever been. "Yes," she gasps, her voice a needy whine. "More, please, more."

Vivian's eyes flash with satisfaction as she sees Bella's body respond to the pain. She knows she's found the perfect balance, pushing her just enough to make her beg for more. She moves the crop to Bella's other side, delivering another sharp smack that makes her buck against her restraints.

The sound of leather on skin fills the room, punctuated by Bella's desperate giggles. Her body is a map of pleasure points, and Vivian explores them all with the precision of a cartographer, leaving no spot untouched. The crop moves up to her ribs, then down to the backs of her knees, each strike eliciting a fresh burst of laughter and a jolt of pleasure.


Vivian pauses, watching the sweat drip down Bella's flushed face, her body taut with arousal. She sets the crop aside and leans in to whisper in her ear, "You're doing so well, my love.

Bella's eyes open, locking onto Vivian's, a silent plea for mercy and yet a demand for more. She feels the weight of Vivian's gaze on her, the intensity of it a physical force. "Please," she manages to gasp, her voice a desperate whimper. "I can't..."

Vivian's smile softens, but her eyes remain hungry. She leans in, her breath hot against Bella's ear. "You can," she whispers, her voice a seductive purr. "You're doing so well, baby."

Her hand slides up Bella's body, caressing the curve of her waist before reaching the sensitive spot just below her ribcage. Her fingernails dig in, gently scraping the tender flesh. Bella's eyes roll back in her head, and she lets out a low moan that's almost lost in the cacophony of her own laughter.

Vivian leans in closer, her mouth hovering just above Bella's ear. "You're mine," she murmurs, her breath hot and ragged. "Mine to tickle, mine to tease." Her teeth graze the lobe of Bella's ear, and she feels the younger woman's body respond with a shiver of pleasure.

With a flick of her wrist, Vivian sends the crop skimming over Bella's collarbone, the leather tip tracing a line of fire across her skin. Bella gasps, her body arching upward, desperate for more. The crop moves down, the tip teasing the swell of her breast.



The anticipation is unbearable, the air thick with the scent of desire. Bella's heart races as Vivian's hand lingers over her chest, the leather poised to strike. "Beg for it," Vivian says, her voice a low, seductive growl.

Bella's breath catches in her throat, her eyes pleading. "Please," she whispers, her voice a desperate rasp. "Tickle me more, I need it."

Vivian chuckles, her eyes sparkling with amusement and lust. She brings the crop down, the leather tip landing on the sensitive flesh between Bella's breasts. The younger woman's body convulses, her laughter a symphony of ecstasy. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she throws it back, the leather cuffs creaking with the force of her movements.

The crop moves to the side, tracing the line of Bella's ribs. The touch is feather-light, but the anticipation of the next strike is almost too much to bear. She squirms and giggles, trying to escape the inevitable, but the restraints hold her firmly in place. The power dynamic between them is palpable, a delicate dance of control and surrender.

Vivian's hand snakes up to Bella's neck, her thumb gently pressing against the pulse point. She can feel the rapid beating of her heart, a testament to the intense pleasure she's experiencing. "Relax," she whispers, her breath warm and comforting. "Let it happen."


Bella nods, her eyes squeezed shut as she tries to focus on Vivian's calming words. The crop lingers in the air for a moment before it strikes again, this time hitting the sensitive skin under her arm. She screams, her body contorting in a symphony of pleasure and pain. The sound echoes through the room, a testament to the depth of their connection.

Vivian watches Bella's reactions with a mix of love and hunger. She knows she's pushing her limits, but the trust between them is unshakeable. She runs the crop along Bella's side, the leather leaving a trail of goosebumps. "Do you want me to stop?" she asks, her voice a gentle tease.

"Vivian I told you stop holding back for fear of me.....I'm in pain, I'm horny, I'm a mess, but you can't change who you are tonight....your a tickle dom....so prove to me you can kill me with ticklish laughter"

Vivian's eyes filled with tears. She couldn't understand why she kept being soft on Bella. This session was supposed to be a full on tickle torture forcing laughter, sweat, pain, and loss of bodily functions. She is a tickle Dom, so why can't she kill Bella and her spirit. Why does she keep hesitating?hesitating.

Bella looked at her with a mix of love and challenge. "You can do it," she murmured, her voice filled with confidence. "I trust you."


"Vivian, youVivian you have to let go. Ignore me, ignore my pleasmyplease, ignore my suffering, look at me as everything bad that has happened to you and held you down. Make that your weapon. Fuck Vivian stop being an emotional bitch, and tickle rape me to death...."

Vivian took a deep breath, her eyes hardening with determination. She knew Bella was pushing her buttons, testing her resolve. But she also knew that deep down, Bella craved this. She needed to let go of her inhibitions and embrace her role as a tickle domme.

With a swift motion, Vivian brought the crop down on Bella's stomach, the leather striking with a sharp crack that echoed through the room. Bella's body jerked, and a scream of laughter tore from her throat. Her abs contracted, her body writhing in the restraints as she struggled to escape the relentless assault.

"Is that the best you got bitch. Come on tickle me bitch. Your a fuckn tickle dominatrix aren't you......fuckn tickle rape me to death you ****."

The words hit Vivian like a slap across the face, jolting her out of her emotional turmoil. She knew Bella was pushing her, testing her limits, but the raw aggression in her voice was like a switch that flipped in Vivian's mind. She raised the crop, her eyes burning with a newfound intensity.




With a swift motion, she brought the crop down again, this time aiming for Bella's ribs. The impact was hard, the sound of leather on flesh ringing through the air. Bella's laughter turned into a gasp of pain, her body twisting in the restraints. But she didn't beg for mercy; instead, she met Vivian's gaze with a challenge, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Come on bitch, I betrayed your trust, doesn't that mean anything to you? You wanted to make me suffer till my laughter was so hard that my chest burstbursts and I dieddies right....So stop this nonsense and be who you always have been."

Vivian's heart raced, and she felt a surge of anger and desire. Bella's words were like gasoline on the fire of her passion. She knew Bella didn't mean them, not really. It was all part of the game, the power exchange that had brought them to this moment. And with a fierce determination, she was going to give her exactly what she wanted.

With a flick of her wrist, Vivian brought the crop down again, targeting the sensitive flesh around Bella's navel. The younger woman's body spasmed, and she let out a strangled laugh that sounded almost like a sob. The crop moved up, tracing the line of her ribs with brutal precision. Each strike brought a fresh wave of laughter, each gasp for air a testament to her endurance.


Bella's eyes were squeezed shut, her body a tapestry of pain and pleasure. She felt like she was floating, lost in a world where the only sensations were the sting of the leather and the warmth of Vivian's touch. The pain was exquisite, a symphony of sensations that played across her nerves.

Vivian's grip on the crop tightened, her strokes becoming more precise. She targeted Bella's most sensitive spots, her aim unerring. The sound of leather on skin filled the room, a rhythmic beat that matched the pounding of their hearts.

Bella's laughter grew more desperate with each strike, her body writhing and bucking against the restraints. The pain was intense, but it was the kind of pain that she craved thatcraved, that sent her spiraling closer to the edge of ecstasy. She could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building, the pressure in her core growing with every giggle.

Vivian watched Bella's reactions with a mix of pride and hunger. Her own arousal was palpable, her breath coming in short, shallow pants. The crop struck again, hitting the soft skin of Bella's inner thigh. The younger woman's legs spasmed, and she let out a high-pitched squeal that was music to Vivian's ears.

The crop danced over Bella's body, a silent conductor orchestrating a symphony of laughter and pain. With each strike, Vivian felt a sense of power and control that she had never experienced before. She was the maestro, and Bella's body was her instrument.


Bella's body was a canvas of red welts and goosebumps, her laughter a mix of agony and ecstasy. Her legs thrashed against the restraints, her body desperately seeking relief from the onslaught of sensation. The crop moved higher, the leather tip grazing the edge of her bikini bottom, and she felt a fresh wave of arousal wash over her.

"Is this what you want?" Vivian asked, her voice a low, sultry purr. "To be my tickle slut, to scream and beg for more?"

Bella's eyes snapped open, meeting Vivian's fiery gaze. She nodded, her voice hoarse from laughter. "Yes," she gasped. "Please, don't stop."

With renewed vigor, Vivian brought the crop down on Bella's thigh, the leather biting into her skin. The younger woman's body jolted, and she let out a scream that was equal parts laughter and pain. The vibrations of her voice sent shockwaves through Vivian's body, making her wetter with every sound.

The crop moved to Bella's stomach, the leather tip pressing into the soft flesh before releasing with a sharp snap. Bella's abs clenched, and she let out a strangled laugh that turned into a whimper. The intensity of the sensations was almost too much to bear, but she didn't want it to end. She could feel her orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to shatter her.


Vivian's eyes never left Bella's face, her expression a mix of love and dominance. She knew exactly what her lover needed, and she was determined to give it to her. The crop moved in a blur, striking the tender skin of Bella's sides, the sound of leather on flesh a symphony of desire.

Bella's laughter grew more ragged with each hit, her body a taut bowstring of need. Her legs quivered, and she felt the pressure building in her core. "Yes," she gasped, her voice a desperate whine. "More, please, more."

Vivian's smile was feral as she brought the crop down on Bella's inner thigh, the leather leaving a trail of fire in its wake. The younger woman's body jerked, and she screamed with a mix of laughter and pleasure. Her orgasm was close, the muscles in her stomach tightening with each strike.

"That's it," Vivian murmured, her voice low and encouraging. "Let go, baby. Give in to the tickles."

The crop flicked upwards, catching the sensitive skin just beneath Bella's breasts. She jolted, her laughter turning into a wail of pleasure. The crop hovered there, the leather tip poised to strike again, and Vivian waited, watching the anticipation build on Bella's face.

"Now, Bella," she whispered, her voice a seductive command. "Now, let it go."


The crop sliced through the air, striking the same spot with a sharp crack. Bella's body convulsed, and she felt the floodgates open. Her laughter turned into a scream of pure ecstasy as the orgasm washed over her, her muscles clenching and releasing in a series of spasms.

Vivian watched, her own breathing ragged, as Bella's body trembled with the power of her climax. She felt a sense of triumph and love that was almost overwhelming. This was what they had been building to, the ultimate expression of their bond. Vivian covers her own mouth with her hand and starts crying when she looks away from Bella'sBellas face and notices the red weltswelpsl s acrossaccross Bella'sbellas body. Vivian didn't know if she could stay and watch what she had planned next for Bella.

The crop hovered in the air, poised to deliver the final blow, but Vivian couldn't bring herself to do it. Bella's words had pierced through her armor, and she felt the weight of the power exchange pressing down on her. With trembling hands, she set the crop aside, her heart pounding in her chest.

Bella's eyes fluttered open, her chest heaving with the aftermath of her intense orgasm. She looked up at Vivian, her expression a mix of confusion and concern. "Vivian?" she whispered, her voice hoarse from the laughter.

Vivian stepped back, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice shaking. "I didn't mean to... I didn't want to hurt you."


Bella's eyes searched hers, a mix of confusion and concern. "You didn't hurt me," she rasped, her voice still thick with laughter. "You gave me what I needed. What I deserved for betraying your trust.

Vivian's gaze fell to the floor, her heart heavy with the weight of her actions. "But it's not about punishment," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's about pleasure. And I... I didn't want to lose myself in the power."

Bella's eyes softened, understanding dawning on her. "It's okay," she murmured, her voice gentle. "We're still learning, both of us."

But Vivian knew she couldn't....she couldn't be here for the second act of the session....she couldn't watch and take part in what was about to happen....

Bella looked up at her, the question in her eyes. "Vivian?" she whispered, her voice hoarse.

Vivian swallowed hard, her gaze drifting over Bella's body, now a canvas of red marks and beads of sweat. The sight of her, bound and trembling, brought a mix of emotions to the surface—desire, love, and a hint of fear. "I... I need a moment," she said, her voice cracking.

Bella nodded, her chest still heaving from the intense orgasm. She watched as Vivian retreated to the corner of the room, her body still bound to the St. Andrew's cross. Her legs spread wide, herwidewinde her arms restrained at the top of the cross. The silence was heavy, punctuated only by the sound of their breathing and the occasional clink of the handcuffs against the wooden frame.


Vivian took a deep breath, her eyes squeezed shut. She knew she had to push through this, to be the tickle dom that Bella needed her to be. But the thought of causing her more pain was almost too much to bear.

"Vivian," Bella's voice was soft, her eyes filled with concern. "It's okay. We can stop if you need to."

Vivian's eyes snapped open, the reality of the situation crashing down on her. She had promised Bella a night of unbridled tickling, and she had delivered—perhaps too well. "No," she said, her voice firm despite the turmoil within her. "We agreed, no safewords. I won't break that promise......but I can't watch what happens next."

Bella's eyes searched hers, a flicker of understanding passing between them. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice still shaky from the aftermath of her climax.

Vivian took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts. "I... I need to leave you here," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need to know that you can handle it, that you won't hate me for this."

Bella's brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice filled with a hint of concern.

Vivian took a step forward, her hand trembling as she reached out to cup Bella's cheek. "The next part of the session," she said, her voice tight with emotion. "It's... intense. More intense than anything we've done before."

Bella looked at her, her eyes searching. "What happens?" she asked, her voice a whisper.


Vivian took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "It's called 'The Tickle Marathon'," she explained. "It's a test of endurance. You'll be tickled non-stop for as long as you can take it. The only way to end it is to pass out or for your body to reach its limits."

Bella's eyes widened, a mix of excitement and fear flitting across her face. "And what happens if I pass out?" she asked, her voice quivering.

Vivian swallowed hard, her hand still cupping Bella's cheek. "Then it ends," she said, her voice firm. "But you won't hate me for it, right?" Vivian's emotions are now full on as her lips tremble and tears run down her face.

Bella couldn't answer....whateverwhat ever was gonna happen without Vivian present made her nervous....

The air was heavy with the scent of sweat and arousal as Bella felt a hand on her thigh, the touch sending a shiver through her body. She looked down to see another woman'swomens fingers on her thigh. As she looked back to Vivian she saw her tear soaked eyes as she retreated to the door. Vivian's figure was soon replaced by two more women closing in from each side of Bella. Three women all together stood in front of Bella who could no longer see Vivian.

The woman to Bella's left, a raven-haired beauty with piercing blue eyes, whispered, "Your domme has entrusted us with your care." She began to gently tickle Bella's feet, her own eyes lighting up with excitement as Bella's toes curled and she giggled.


On the right, a petite brunette with a mischievous smile picked up a feather and began to tease Bella's sides, her strokes featherlight yet insistent. Bella's body reacted instinctively, her muscles tensing and releasing as she fought against the restraints, her laughter bubbling up uncontrollably.

The blonde woman stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Ready for round two?" she asked, a hint of challenge in her voice. Bella nodded, her breath coming in short gasps.

With that the blond womanwomen untied the sleeveless button-up shirt and left it open. "Vivian gave us explicit instructions that we can remove what clothes we need as long as you'reyour not naked. She also specifically requested we straight up tickle you till you eithera ther pass out or die. No one is gonna stop us and nothing you can say will make it stop. You may think you can take it, but at some point your body will shut down till you've wet yourself multiple times, and look like you've beenyou been dunked into a tank of water up to your head. I would suggest you just laugh and not fight it, but I already know that at some point you'll be begging for it to stop and begging to just die so the tickle torment will stop."


As Vivian closed the doorthendoor to the chamber behind her she cupped her mouth with one hand and started balling her eyes out, and her back slid down the door and she sat against the door and let out so much of herself emotionally....she was scared, she felt like she let Bella down, she was distraught and new she might never experience the love Bella had shown and given her, ever again.

Meanwhile, in the tickle dungeon, the raven-haired woman began to tickle Bella's feet more aggressively, her fingers dancing along the arches and toes. The brunette continued her feather-light assault on Bella's sides, the contrast in sensations driving her wild. The blonde woman watched with a sadistic smile, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out a pair of metal handcuffs.

"Beg for it," she whispered, her voice a seductive taunt. "Beg for the tickles to never stop."

Bella's laughter grew more frantic, her body squirming and writhing in the restraints. She knew she had to give them what they wanted, to keep the power exchange going. "Please," she gasped, her voice barely audible. "Please, tickle me more."

The blonde woman stepped closer, the handcuffs dangling from her fingers. "Beg," she demanded, her eyes boring into Bella's.

"I... I beg you," Bella managed to get out between giggles. "Tickle me... please don't stop."



The blonde woman's smile grew wider as she stepped behind Bella, attaching the handcuffs to the lower part of the cross, forcing her legs apart even further. The brunette took this as a cue to intensify her tickling, her fingertips now digging into Bella's ribs with a gentle yet unyielding force.

The raven-haired woman moved to the other side of the cross, her eyes locking with Bella's. "You're going to love this," she murmured, her voice a siren's song. She began to tickle Bella's armpits, the sensitive skin reacting with a jolt of painful pleasure.

Bella's laughter grew louder, the sound echoing off the walls of the dungeon. Her body was a tapestry of sensation, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. She knew this was what she had signed up for, what she had craved. But with Vivian gone, the reality of her situation was setting in, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear.

The blonde woman reached out with the feather, tracing it along Bella's neck and collarbone, the light touch sending shivers down her spine. "This is just the beginning," she whispered, her voice a caress.

The raven-haired woman leaned in closer, her breath hot against Bella's ear. "We're going to make you laugh until you can't breathe," she said, her voice a promise.


Bella felt a mix of excitement and dread wash over her as the women continued their relentless tickling. She knew she was in for an experience that would push her to her limits and beyond. But as the minutes turned to hours, she couldn't help but wonder if she had made a mistake, if she had gone too far in her pursuit of this fetish.

Her body was a live wire, every nerve ending on fire with sensation. The laughter was constant, a never-ending stream that seemed to have a life of its own. She felt herself slipping away, the tickling becoming a blur of pain and pleasure that she couldn't escape.

The women didn't stop, their touches growing bolder and more insistent. They were a blur of hands and feathers, their faces twisted into masks of sadistic glee. Bella's mind reeled, her thoughts racing as she tried to find a way to endure the torment.

But she was bound, both physically and emotionally, to the whims of these strangers. And as the tickling continued, she realized that she had no choice but to submit completely to their will. Her laughter grew hoarse, her body trembling with the effort of staying conscious.

And in that moment, she understood the true meaning of power exchange. It wasn't about control; it was about letting go, about trusting someone else to take you to the edge and holding you there, to give you what you needed even when it scared you.


And she trusted Vivian, even though she wasn't there. She trusted that this was part of their journey, part of the bond that had grown between them. And with that trust, she allowed herself to sink into the sensations, to become one with the laughter that filled the room.

The brunette's fingers found their way to Bella's stomach, her nails lightly scratching at the already sensitive skin. The raven-haired woman moved to her feet, her nails digging into the arches, making Bella's whole body spasm with every giggle. The blonde took the feather and traced it along Bella's spine, her touch featherlight yet sending a jolt of electricity through her.

Bella's laughter grew wilder, her body bucking against the restraints. The pain was intense, but it was a sweet agony that she craved, that made her feel alive. The room swam around her, her vision blurring with each breath she took.

But she didn't pass out. Instead, she found a strange peace in the chaos, a sense of belonging that she had never felt before. The tickling was a symphony, a cacophony of sensations that played in harmony with the pounding of her heart.

Her laughter grew so intense that she thought she might actually die from it, her body convulsing with every breath. And yet, she didn't want it to end. She wanted to stay in this moment forever, bound to the cross, a plaything for these powerful women.


The raven-haired woman leaned in, her breath hot against Bella's neck. "You're doing so well," she whispered, her voice a gentle praise that only made Bella's body react more. "Your endurance is... amazing."

The brunette paused, her eyes meeting Bella's. "Do you want to continue?" she asked, her voice a mix of concern and excitement.

Bella, tryingBella trying to breathe,breath says "Ummm......I.......I don't know." The brunette said "we'll it doesn't matter cuz you dont get an option anyway, per our instructions."

The tickling grew more intense, the three women working in unison, their movements a dance of domination and desire. The feather traced a delicate path down Bella's spine, while the raven-haired woman's nails dug into her soles, eliciting a scream of laughter that was part pain, part pleasure. The brunette focused on Bella's midriff, her fingertips fluttering like the wings of a butterfly, yet feeling like the claws of a predator.

Bella's body was a maelstrom of sensation, her mind a haze of pleasure and pain. She could feel her muscles starting to ache, the laughter turning into a series of desperate gasps for air. Her eyes searched the room for Vivian, for some sign that this was still part of the game, that she hadn't been abandoned to this torment.

But there was no escape, no reprieve. The tickling was relentless, each gigglinggiggle a declaration of her submission to their will. Her sweat-soaked body was a testament to her endurance, the red marks on her skin a map of their dominance.


As the hours ticked by, Bella's laughter grew hoarser, her body weaker. The feather on her neck became a whisper, a gentle caress that somehow sent her over the edge again and again. The nails on her feet and stomach were a constant, unyielding presence, the pain and pleasure merging into a single, overwhelming force.

Her vision blurred, and she felt her consciousness slipping away. The room was a whirlwind of faces and hands, the laughter echoing in her ears like a siren's call. She was lost in the tickle, her body a vessel for their amusement, their power.

And yet, through the fog of her own agony, she felt a strange sense of exhilaration. She was giving them what they wanted, fulfilling the role she had been cast in. The thought of failinging, of not being able to take it, was almost as terrifying as the tickling itself.

But she didn't break. Instead, she embraced the pain, letting it fuel her, letting it become a part of her. She was the tickle slut they had made her, and she reveled in it. Her body was theirs to torment, and she gave it to them willingly.

As the marathon continued, Bella's mind began to wander, her thoughts a jumble of sensation and emotion. She pictured Vivian watching her, proud of her endurance, her love shining through the pain. The image was a beacon in the storm, a promise that she was loved and cherished, even as she was tickled to the brink of madness.


And in that moment, she knew she could go on. For Vivian, for the bond they shared, she would endure this and more. The tickling was a symphony of agony and ecstasy, a declaration of her love and trust.

The three women watched her, their own arousal growing with each twitch and giggle. They knew they were pushing her to her limits, but they also knew that Bella was stronger than she looked. They were in awe of her, this delicate creature who could take so much and still beg for more.

The blonde leaned in, her breath hot against Bella's ear. "You're so beautiful when you laugh," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "So alive, so full of passion."

The raven-haired woman took the feather, her touch a gentle tease against Bella's side. "You're doing so well," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with admiration. "Vivian would be so proud."

Bella's eyes fluttered open, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "I'm doing this for her," she gasped, her voice barely audible. "For us."

The brunette nodded, her own expression a mix of empathy and desire. "And we're here to make sure you get everything you need," she said, her voice a promise.

The tickling grew in intensity, the three women pushing Bella to new heights of pleasure and pain. Her body was a tightly wound spring, ready to snap at any moment. But she held on, her laughter a declaration of her love, her trust, her need.


The brunette pulled the button-up shirt up and off Bella's body and tied it round the wrist restraints at the top of the crossof cross making Bella even more secured.

The raven-haired woman took a step back, admiring the work they had done. Bella's body was a canvas of red marks and goosebumps, her bikini top askew from the relentless tickling. "Let's give her a break," she suggested, her voice husky with arousal.

The blonde nodded, her eyes never leaving Bella's face. "But only for a moment," she added, her smile wicked.

The raven-haired woman stepped closer, her hand ghosting over Bella's collarbone. "Do you want us to stop?" she asked, her voice a soft purr.

Bella's eyes met hers, a mix of pain and longing. "No," she gasped, her voice a rasp. "Don't stop. I need... more."

The brunette picked up a bottle of water from the side table, her eyes never leaving Bella's. "Here," she said, her voice gentle. "Take a sip."

Bella's mouth was dry from the constant laughter, and she eagerly took the bottle, the cool liquid soothing her parched throat. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.

The raven-haired woman leaned in, her eyes dark with desire. "Ready?" she asked, her voice a seductive whisper.

Bella nodded, her eyes shining with a mix of excitement and fear. "Yes," she murmured.


With that, the tickling began anew, the raven-haired woman focusing on Bella's neck and chest, the brunette on her sides, and the blonde on her feet. The laughter that had been a constant background noise grew louder, more intense, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure and pain.

Bella's body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation. Her mind raced, trying to process the overwhelming input. She felt the beginnings of another orgasm building, her body trembling with the effort of holding on.

The blonde woman leaned in, her breath hot against Bella's ankle. "Cum for us," she whispered, her voice a dark temptation. "Let go."

The brunette's fingers moved to Bella's ribs, her nails scraping lightly, sending a fresh wave of agony through her. Bella's body arched, her laughter turning into a moan of pleasure.

The raven-haired woman's hand moved to Bella's thigh, her thumb brushing against the wet fabric of her bikini bottom. "You're so wet," she murmured, her voice filled with approval. "You like this, don't you?"

Bella nodded, unable to speak through the laughter that consumed her. The blonde woman took the feather, tracing it along the inside of Bella's thigh, her touch featherlight yet electric.

The sensation was too much, and Bella's body gave in, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed, her muscles clenching and releasing in a symphony of pleasure.


The women watched, their eyes hungry, as Bella rode the wave of sensation. They knew she was close to her breaking point, but they also knew she didn't want it to end.

The tickling grew more precise, the women working in unison to push Bella to new heights. Her laughter grew hoarse, her body trembling with each touch. But she didn't fight them, didn't struggle. Instead, she gave in, letting the pleasure consume her.

And in that moment, she knew she had found her place. This was what she was meant to do, to be a vessel for their desires, to give herself over to the tickle. It was a heady, intoxicating feeling, one that she never wanted to lose.

The blonde woman leaned in, her teeth grazing Bella's earlobe. "Do you want us to stop?" she whispered, her voice a seductive challenge.

Bella's eyes fluttered open, a wild look in them. "No," she gasped, her voice a hoarse plea. "I need... more."

The raven-haired woman smirked, her hand moving to Bella's hip, her nails digging in. "Good girl," she said, her voice a purr. "We're just getting started."

The tickling grew more intense, the three women working in a frenzy of sensation. Bella's body was a playground of pleasure and pain, her laughter a never-ending symphony that filled the dungeon. She felt as if she was floating, her mind detached from her body, lost in the endless cycle of tickling and release.


The brunette's nails raked along Bella's ribs, eliciting a scream of laughter that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. The raven-haired woman's hand moved to her inner thigh, her touch a mix of tender and rough, teasing the edge of Bella's bikini bottom.

Bella's breath hitched, her eyes wide with excitement and fear. The blonde woman stepped back, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Looks like someone's enjoying themselves," she said, her voice filled with mock innocence.

The brunette took over, her fingers dancing along the sensitive skin of Bella's inner thighs, the feather now forgotten. Her touch was a brand, a declaration of ownership that sent a shiver down Bella's spine.

The raven-haired woman leaned in, her breath hot against Bella's neck. "Do you want us to touch you?" she murmured, her voice a whispered promise.

Bella nodded, her body begging for release. "Yes," she breathed. "Please."

The brunette's hand slipped under the fabric of her shorts and bikini, her fingers finding their way to Bella's clit. She began to rub, slow and deliberate, the pressure building with each pass.

The blonde woman took the crop, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Let's see how much more you can take," she said, her voice a dark whisper.


The crop sliced through the air, striking Bella's thigh with a sharp crack. She jolted, her laughter turning into a scream of pleasure. The blonde woman hit her again and again, the strikes coming faster and harder, each one pushing Bella closer to the edge.

The raven-haired woman's hand worked in tandem with the crop, her fingers expertly playing Bella's body like a finely tuned instrument. Bella's eyes rolled back in her head, her body a mass of sensation.

The brunette stepped back, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Look at you," she said, her voice filled with awe. "You're a natural."

The blonde woman took her place, her touch softer, more gentle. She kissed Bella's neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "You're doing so well," she murmured, her voice a caress.

The raven-haired woman's fingers slowed, her touch featherlight as she traced the outline of Bella's bikini bottom. "Do you want to come?" she asked, her voice a siren's call.

Bella nodded, her body begging for release. The brunette leaned in, her teeth nipping at Bella's earlobe. "Then come for us," she whispered, her breath hot against her skin.

With a final, desperate giggle, Bella's body gave in, her orgasm ripping through her like a tornado. She bucked against the restraints, her body a bowstring of pleasure and pain. The women watched, their own desire clear in their eyes.

The blonde woman stepped back, her own need evident. "It's time for the grand finale,"

But Bella was done. Thisdone this was great but after the orgasm her body was too sensitiveto sensitive to be tickled and she knewnew it..."No you gotta stop.......Oh God you gotta stop"

The blonde looked her in the eyes and with an evil stare said "No."

The brunette leaned in close, her voice a seductive whisper. "You're not in charge here," she reminded Bella, her fingers still playing with the wet fabric of her bikini. "You gave up your safeword. We're in control."

The raven-haired woman chuckled, her eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and amusement. "Don't worry," she said, her voice a purr. "We'll stop when we're ready."

The tickling grew more intense, the three of them working in perfect harmony, pushing Bella's body to its limits. She felt as if she was on the edge of a cliff, the winds of pleasure and pain threatening to send her over. But she didn't fight them, didn't beg for mercy. Instead, she let the sensations wash over her, let them consume her.

The brunette's nails danced along Bella's ribs, the pressure increasing with each stroke. The raven-haired woman's hand remained on her thigh, her thumb stroking lazy circles on the sensitive skin. The blonde took the crop, her eyes never leaving Bella's as she brought it down on her stomach with a sharp smack.

Bella's laughter grew more desperate, her body trembling with the effort of holding on. But she didn't break, didn't give in to the pain. She knew that if she did, it would all be over. And she didn't want it to end, not yet.


The room grew hotter, the air thick with the scent of sweat and arousal. The tickling continued, each stroke of the feather, each nail dig, each smack of the crop sending her spiraling closer to the edge. Her mind was a blur of sensation, a whirlwind of pleasure and pain that she couldn't escape.

And then, just as she thought she couldn't take any more, the blonde woman leaned in and whispered in her ear. "You're so close," she murmured, her voice a sweet torture. "Just a little more."

The brunette's hand slipped under the bikini bottom, her fingers finding Bella's clit once again. She began to rub, the motion a sweet agony that made Bella's eyes roll back in her head. The raven-haired woman took the crop, her strokes becoming more deliberate, each one a promise of release.

The pressure built, the tension in the room palpable. Bella's body was a coiled spring, ready to snap. And then, with a final, desperate giggle, she came again, her body convulsing with the intensity of her orgasm.

The room grew quiet, the only sound was thesound the panting of the four women. Bella's body hung limp in the restraints, her muscles trembling with exhaustion. The women stepped back, their eyes filled with a mix of admiration and hunger.

The brunette leaned in, her voice gentle. "You did so well," she murmured, her hand brushing a stray strand of hair from Bella's face. "So, so well."


The raven-haired woman nodded, her own breathing ragged. "Vivian will be so proud of you," she said, her voice thick with emotion.

Bella's eyes fluttered open, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Is it over?" she asked, her body and mind was done. If theydone if they started again she was gonna loseloose it and the pleasure of it would soon become a nightmare of painful laughter.

The raven haired female said "you haven't been tickled hard enough to piss yourself yet. So we keep going.

With those words Bella's experience soon turned into something more horrific than she imagined....To piss herself in front of thesefront these strangers would be the ultimate disgrace of everything she was....

The brunette stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with a newfound hunger. "We're not done yet," she said, her voice a seductive promise. "We're going to tickle you until you can't hold it in anymore."

The raven-haired woman smirked, her hand moving to Bella's stomach. "You're going to laugh so hard, you'll wet yourself," she said, her voice a dark purr. "And when you do, we'll all know who's in charge here."

The blonde woman picked up a vibrator, her eyes never leaving Bella's. "We're going to push you to your limits," she murmured, her voice a whisper of temptation. "You're going to laugh and squirm and beg for mercy."


The three of them descended on her, their hands and tools of torture working in tandem. The brunette focused on Bella's ribs, her nails digging in deep, while the raven-haired woman tickled her feet and the blonde woman teased her with the vibrator.

Bella's laughter grew more desperate, her body trembling with each new sensation. She could feel the pressure building in her bladder, the tickling too intense to ignore. Her mind raced, searching for a way to escape the humiliation that awaited her.

The raven-haired woman leaned in, her breath hot against Bella's ear. "You're going to wet yourself for us," she murmured, her voice a dark thrill. "You're going to show us just how much you can take."

Bella's eyes filled with tears, her laughter turning into a sob. "Please," she gasped, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Please stop."

Bella had to fight to hold it in. She was not going togonna be subject to the humiliation.

But the tickling didn't stop. It grew more intense, more focused, as if the women were reading her mind, feeding off her fear. The brunette's nails dug deeper into her ribs, the raven-haired woman's fingers danced over her feet, and the blonde's vibrator buzzed against her clit, each sensation a battle cry for her bladder to release.

The room swam around her, a sea of leather and latex, the air thick with the scent of sweat and arousal. She was drowning in it, her body betraying her with every shiver and giggle. The laughter was no longer a release; it was a prison, a cage that held her captive to their whims.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice a plea for mercy. "I can't... I can't hold it."

The raven-haired woman chuckled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "That's the point," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "We want to see you lose control."

Bella felt a warm trickle start to slide down her thigh, and she knew she was losing the battle. The horror of her situation hit her full force, and she began to cry in earnest, her body convulsing with the effort of holding back.

The blonde woman leaned in, her voice a mocking whisper. "Let it go," she urged, her breath hot against Bella's ear. "Show us what a good little tickle slut you are."

The raven-haired woman's hand moved to Bella's crotch, her fingers pressing down firmly. "You can do it," she murmured, her voice a dark promise. "We're all watching."

The pressure grew unbearable, and with a final, desperate giggle, Bella's bladder gave way. The warmth spread, soaking her bikini bottom and spreading across the front of her shorts, dripping down her legs, pooling on the floor beneath her.

The women stepped back, their eyes gleaming with triumph. "Look at you," the brunette said, her voice filled with awe. "So beautiful, so obedient."


Bella hung her head, her cheeks burning with shame. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. But as the laughter slowly faded, she felt something else. A strange, twisted sense of pride.

They had pushed her to her limits, and she had survived. She had faced her fears and camecome out the other side, wet and trembling, but still standing.

The raven-haired woman stepped forward, her hand gentle as she caressed Bella's cheek. "You did it," she murmured, her voice filled with a newfound respect. "You're a natural."

The blonde nodded, her own desire clear in her eyes. "Vivian will be so proud," she said, her voice a whisper of satisfaction.

Bella looked up at them, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Is it over?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

The brunette leaned in and said "Oh we are not done yet."

Bella soon realized this is what Vivian is and now the tickling had become not as pleasurable, and would soon have her crying for it to stop.

The brunette took the crop, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "You're going to scream for us," she said, her voice a promise of pain. "You're going to beg for it to stop."

The raven-haired woman moved behind Bella, her hands resting on her hips. "And we're going to make sure you do," she murmured, her breath hot against her skin.

The blonde woman took the feather, her touch a taunting caress along Bella's spine. "You're going to laugh until you can't breathe," she whispered, her voice a seductive challenge.


The tickling began again, the three of them working in perfect synchronicity. The crop rained down on Bella's stomach, the feather danced along her spine, and the brunette's nails dug into her sides. Her laughter grew more desperate, her body a battleground of pleasure and pain.

The women's eyes were dark with desire, their movements deliberate and precise. They knew they had her, knew they could push her further than she ever thought possible. And as the minutes turned to hours, Bella felt herself slipping away, her mind a haze of sensation.

The tickling grew more intense, the crop and feather a blur of motion. She could feel the beginnings of a third orgasm, the pleasure coiling deep within her. But she also felt the beginnings of something else, something darker.

A fear, a realization that this wasn't just a game anymore. This was a power play, a test of her limits. And she wasn't sure if she could pass it.

The raven-haired woman leaned in, her teeth grazing Bella's ear. "You're doing so well," she murmured, her voice a caress. "But we're just getting started."

The brunette's nails dug deeper, the crop's strikes more painful than ever. Bella's laughter turned into sobs, her body trembling with the effort of holding on. "Please," she gasped, her voice a desperate plea. "Please, I can't take anymore."


But the tickling didn't stop. It grew more intense, more focused, as if the women were feeding off her agony. Her body was a canvas of pain and pleasure, each touch a stroke of genius that brought her closer to the brink.

The room grew darker, the only light the flickering candles casting shadows on the walls. The tickling was a symphony of torment, a relentless wave that crashed over her again and again.

And then, just as she thought she couldn't bear it any longer, the door opened, and Vivian stepped into the room.

Her eyes took in the scene, the three women surrounding Bella, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. And in that moment, she knew she had made a mistake.

The power exchange had gone too far, the trust she had placed in these strangers shattered like glass. She rushed to Bella's side, her heart racing with fear and regret.

"Stop," she said, her voice firm. "This is enough."

The women paused, their eyes meeting Vivian's. For a moment, it seemed as if they would ignore her, their desire for Bella's pain too great to be denied. But then, with a reluctant nod, the brunette stepped back, the crop dropping from her hand.

The raven-haired woman followed suit, her fingers lingering on Bella's hip. "As you wish," she murmured, her voice a dark promise.

The blonde woman leaned in, her breath a whisper against Bella's neck. "Until next time," she said, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

And with that, they left the room, the door closing behind them with a finality that sent a shiver down Bella's spine.

Vivian desperately triedtrying to unbuckle Bella from the cross, but she could barely see straight from the constant crying. She was a mess of tears and emotions, and would wail out in tears and get frustrated when she could focus.

Bella's body was covered in sweat, her shorts and bikini bottom soaked with urine, and her skin red from the crop. Her laughter had turned into sobs, and her cries for mercy had been replaced by pleas for them to stop.

Vivian's heart ached as she saw Bella's state. She had never intended for it to go this far. Her eyes searched Bella's, looking for a sign of understanding, of forgiveness. But all she saw was fear and pain. Vivian was frightened, and scared that she made a mistake. Vivian's crying sobs became worse as she looked into Bella'sBellas eyes.

Bella felt the softness of Vivian's touch as she worked to free her from the cross. Her body was a mess of sensations, the line between pleasure and pain blurred beyond recognition. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions: anger, humiliation, and a strange, perverse need for more.

As the last buckle was released, Bella's legs gave out beneath her. Vivian caught her, holding her close, her own tears mingling with Bella's. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I didn't mean for it to go this far."


Bella's sobs grew louder, her body convulsing in Vivian's arms. "Why?" she choked out, her voice raw with pain. "Why did you let them do this to me?"

Vivian's grip tightened around her, her own tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice thick with regret. "I didn't know it would be like this."

Bella looked up at her, her eyes red and swollen. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice trembling. "What did you think it would be?"

Vivian swallowed hard, her eyes searching Bella's. "I thought it would be...different," she admitted. "I thought it would be about pleasure, not...this." Vivian just then realized all her other victims wereit was about pain not pleasure. Whypleasure why did she think this would be any different....Vivian felt her heart drop and realized she had gone into the darkness too manyto many times and may never climb out again. Vivian knew Bella would hate her and never see her again. She just knew it, and that made Vivian feel so broken hearted,she didn't know if she could ever recover.

Bella looked at Vivian, the betrayal etched deep in her gaze. "You didn't know?" she whispered, her voice filled with disbelief. "You didn't know that this would happen?"

Vivian's eyes searched Bella's, desperate for any hint of understanding. "I swear," she said, her voice a broken whisper. "I thought it was just...play. I didn't know they would..."


Her words trailed off, and Bella knew she was telling the truth. The realization hit her like a punch to the gut. She had trusted Vivian, had given herself over to her completely. And now she was here, bruised and broken, wondering if she had made a terrible mistake.

"I need to go," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't stay here."

Vivian's eyes filled with tears as she nodded, understanding the depth of Bella's pain. She had led her into this world, and now she had to deal with the consequences. "Of course," she murmured, helping Bella to her feet. "I'll take you home."

"No.....i will go home without you."

Vivian's eyes widened with shock and fear. She knew she had crossed a line and feared she had lost Bella forever. She stepped back, allowing Bella to stand on her own, her legs wobbly but determined.

Bella pushed past her, the sticky mess of her own urine making her feel more humiliated than ever. She needed to get out of this place, to be alone with her thoughts and emotions. The very air in the room felt thick with the stench of betrayal and the lingering scent of the three women's perfume, a reminder of the nightmare she had just endured.

Vivian watched her go, her heart in her throat. She had never seen Bella look so defeated, so lost. It was a stark contrast to the confident, curious woman who had first stepped into her dungeon. "Bella, wait," she called out, but Bella didn't stop. She didn't even look back.


As the door clicked shut behind her, Vivian sank to the floor, her legs giving out beneath her. The room was silent except for the distant echo of Bella's footsteps, fading away into the night. The candles flickered, casting shadows across the room, and Vivian felt the cold emptiness settle around her like a shroud.

The realization hit her like a ton of bricks: she had pushed Bella too far, and hadhad allowed her own desires to overshadow the trust that had been placed in her. Her heart pounded in her chest, a drumbeat of regret and despair. She had never intended for it to go this way.

Vivian sat in the dimly lit room, surrounded by the tools of her trade, now feeling like instruments of torment. The soft leather of the couch offered no comfort as she replayed the events of the night in her mind, her stomach churning with guilt.

The sound of the door closing had echoed through the dungeon, leaving a silence that was deafening. She had never felt so alone, so empty. Her heart ached for Bella, for the pain she had inadvertently caused her. She had to make it right, had to find a way to apologize, to explain.

Vivian took a deep breath, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. She knew that she had to find Bella, to bring her back into her life. The thought of losing her was unbearable. She stood up, her legs shaky, and made her way to the bathroom. She had to clean up, to erase the evidence of what had happened.


The cold water of the shower hit her like a slap in the face, bringing her back to reality. She scrubbed herself, trying to wash away the guilt that clung to her like a second skin. As the water washed over her, she made a silent vow to never let anyone hurt Bella again, especially not in her own dungeon.

Dressed in a simple T-shirt and shorts, Vivian made her way to the living room, her mind racing. She had to find Bella, to explain, to apologize. But how could she put into words the depth of her regret?

Her eyes fell on the phone, and she knew what she had to do. She dialed Bella's number, her heart pounding with every ring. It went to voicemail, and she took a deep breath, her voice shaking as she left a message. "Bella, I'm so sorry," she said, the words tumbling out of her. "I never meant for it to go that far. Please, call me back. We need to talk."

She hung up, the silence in the room suffocating. She paced back and forth, her mind racing with the potential outcomes. Would Bella ever forgive her? Could she ever face her again? The doubt was a heavy weight on her chest, a constant reminder of the pain she had caused.

Her phone buzzed, and she snatched it up, her heart racing. It was a text from Bella. "Don't call me," it read. "I need space."


The words were a knife to her chest, but Vivian understood. She had pushed too hard, and hadhad taken things too far. She had to give Bella the space she needed to process what had happened. But she also knew she couldn't just sit around and wait. She had to make things right, had to prove that she was worthy of Bella's trust.