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This is my first attempt at a tickling story, hope you guys like it! This one is formatted a little differently, imagine like you're reading from a textbook from the future. Let me know if you want to read the rest.
From a textbook from the not so distant future…
History of Tickle Slaves in America
Chapter 1: The Origins of Tickle Slaves, the Ticklish Girls for America Act, and Tickle Barbie
In America, men and women had been becoming more and more polarized. It reached a point where women began accusing all men of wanting to make them chattel slaves, and men felt that women’s advancements in employment and education had usurped their place in society. It seemed neither sex was capable of understanding the other, and even actively wanted the other to suffer. Most women chose to stop mating with men entirely, which resulted in men growing even more resentful towards them. This resentment became even worse as more women took positions of corporate and political power, as more women were graduating college than ever before.
During this time, some male politicians began openly calling for policies specifically to “trigger the ladies”, and received a large amount of male support for doing so. One day, a young upstart Senator running for President said as a joke while on a famous comedian's podcast that if he won, the most ticklish girls in America would become tickle slaves. Men would be able to own them as property and tickle them for entertainment. At first, his political opponents laughed this idea off as a silly joke. Even opponents within his own party did not take the idea of “Make Them Our Tickle Slaves!” seriously.
Then, the tickle slave policy proposal started a national movement. It began among fringe corners of the internet. Many at first thought it was just funny. An edgy young man might ironically post “females only hate the tickle slave idea because they know they’re ticklish!” as a joke. If something like that were posted, usually the women in that man’s life would comment their disapproval, calling him immature, disgusting, idiot. There would be multiple replies to those comments by men saying “Well now we know who’s ticklish!”
Before long, the tickle slave conversation moved off the internet and into real life. Girls at colleges across America would say they were afraid the pro-tickle slave candidate might actually win, and boys would respond with “goochie goochie goo!” as they attacked their sides with their fingers. Female college students and their partents began demanding universities take action against the pandemic of boys assaulting their daughters with tickles. To their frustration, most schools took a “boys will be boys” approach, and the tickle assaults continued.
It only started in schools. By the time the candidate had shocked the nation by becoming his party’s nominee, all women were watching their backs, knowing that if they let their guard down for any reason there would be a man surprising them with fingers in the ribcage or sides. Professional women in corporate offices who had worked years to get where they are would be attempting to give a serious presentation to their male colleagues, only for one to inevitably ask “That’s nice and all, but how ticklish are you?” There is no good answer to that question. A “not at all” would be met with “let’s prove it then!” Any attempt to change the topic would hear “I know what that means!” All options ended with tickling and laughter. “Make Them Our Tickle Slaves!”, which began as a throwaway podcast joke at the expense of American women, had become a serious political movement.
By Election Day, American women had been ready for the campaign to be over for months. Some had attempted to file lawsuits against men who had tickled them without their consent, but because the question of “does tickling really count as assault? I mean, they’re laughing! They must like it!” had become so politicized, the courts would not take a firm stance one way or the other. Decisions by lower courts were appealed, and the Supreme Court had publicly stated they would not rule on the matter until after the election. Some women responded to the phenomenon by fighting back, tickling men without consent. In nearly all instances, these women faced legal consequences or suspension if they were a student. Feminist groups were quick to point out the double standard.
Most women thought after the candidate lost, the phenomenon of the tickle attacks would go away and America could go back to the way it was before this bizarre election. They could be taken seriously at work again, or stand in line for coffee without anxiously wondering if the man behind her would reach forward and dig his fingers in her sides when she wasn't looking. After all, even though “Make Them Our Tickle Slaves!” had become a movement, the candidate was behind in all the polls and his opponent was a respected vice president who had a great zinger at a debate when he said “My opponent might have a weird thing for tickling girls, but when he loses in November I’ll be the one laughing!” On the night of the election, America's women watched in horror as swing state after swing state voted for the pro-tickle slave candidate. The vote split almost entirely down gender lines, with slightly more men happening to vote in each swing state than women. Women held back tears as they told their female loved ones, “it’s okay, I’m sure he won’t get away with this. All of this tickle nonsense will go away soon, I promise.” In his election night speech, the president-elect said, “and to all the women out there who are afraid of my tickle slave proposal, I want to assure you that there is absolutely nothing to worry about…unless you’re ticklish, then you should be terrified because we’re coming for you!” It was the line that got the biggest applause from the crowd all night.
The tickling did not go away soon. In fact, once the candidate took office, as well as the members of his party who had swept the congressional races in a blowout almost never seen in American history, he went right to work implementing the tickle slave idea into real policy. To start, he addressed the crisis of the droves of American women who had been fleeing overseas by banning all women from travel outside the United States by executive order. His political opponents and feminist groups decried this policy and challenged it in court, of course, but none of these efforts went anywhere meaningful. Any American women who had already moved overseas were required to return home as well or be considered enemies of the state, even if their reason for moving was entirely unrelated to tickling or even if it had been years prior to the election. Trade was cut off with all nations that did not deport all female American immigrants back to the United States. For any nations that did not comply with this despite the economic consequences, the president controversially threatened invasion. Shortly, there were very few international havens around the world for ticklish American women to escape to.
Within six months, Congress had passed the first major legislation of the presidency: the Ticklish Girls for America Act. Its first name was simply the Make Them Our Tickle Slaves Act, but legal scholars advised against this language due to constitutional concerns, although nothing within the policy itself was changed aside from its name. The president quickly signed this Act in a very public press briefing surrounded by the mostly male congressmen instrumental in its passage. A handful of congresswomen in his party who were present had initially expressed distaste in the bill, but political pressures pushed them into ultimately voting for its passage. As soon as the bill was signed by the president, all men onstage instantly surprised the congresswomen present with a tickle attack. As they laughed in protest, some would yell “Stop it! Please! We’re on TV!” but nothing they said stopped their tickling tormenters from humiliating them in front of the nation. Once America had seen longtime respected congresswomen getting tickled by their suited male colleagues at a national press event, the country was never the same again. Even men who had previously been hesitant to tickle the women they were attracted to now knew such behavior was completely accepted and normalized.
The Ticklish Girls for America Act (TGA) contained two major policies. The first was that men tickling women would no longer be considered assault. Supporters of the bill argued that because tickling is just some light fun and nobody is getting hurt, it is not the same thing as assault. Opponents would argue that even if tickling were just good fun, the bill should not be gendered, and anybody tickling anybody without consent should be legal. But more importantly, any nonconsensual touching of another’s body absolutely constitutes assault, they argued. To this, supporters would reply, “Sounds like somebody’s ticklish!” It was a very difficult question to discuss on cable news, as a female anchor or panelist often ended up involuntarily laughing at the expense of a male panelist’s tickling fingers, with GIFs and clips of these incidents garnering millions of views on online tickle websites, which had seen a massive surge in popularity over the previous year.
The second major component of the bill, and the most controversial one, was the structure for the new tickle slave program. All American women between the age of 25 and 55 (hardliners wanted to set the minimum age at 21, and many online advocated for as young as 19 or 18) would have to subject themself to the “National Tickle Test” (NTT). For this, men who had been professionally tickling women for years, mostly for fetish content or events, were hired to test women at government offices across America.
Women could not wear their regular clothes while being tested. They were instead provided with a mandatory two-piece set that consisted of a sheer tanktop that exposed their entire belly and a pair of female boxer briefs with very short legs. Each woman’s measurements were taken to ensure each individual’s mandatory testing outfit was very tight and form-fitting. The test consisted of holding onto a bar raised about 2 feet over the woman’s head while biting down on a small rubber ball. For 10 minutes, the women were subjected to intense tickling by the experienced tickle professionals. If they let go of the bar with either hand, or let the ball drop to the floor, she would be advanced to the next stage of testing.
The next stage of testing was an additional 10 minutes of intense tickle torture, this time by the most experienced professionals, and with bondage. All women at this stage would be required to place their bare feet in metal stocks, while seated in a 45 degree angled chair, with their legs stretched out facing up towards the ceiling. Their arms would be stretched upward above their head and also placed in metal stocks, rendering these women unable to fight back against tickling. Once in that position, some began having panic attacks and even (irrationally) yelling they would voluntarily fail the test, knowing the tickling was coming and wanting to do anything to prevent it. However, 10 minutes of this bondage tickle torture was mandatory for any woman who failed the first test, no matter what they had to say in protest. This test was essential for showing the ticklers which women had the most ticklish feet. For some very lucky women, passing the first test was easy, without even an urge to laugh. For others, however, taking this test at all was a manifestation of their deepest fears.
There was no third test. After the second test, each tickler would give the woman an overall score 1-10 for how ticklish she was, as well as a 1-10 score for each traditionally ticklish area: the feet, the stomach, the ribs, the neck, the thighs, the breasts, and, of course, the armpits. These scores were totaled, and all women who placed in the top 1% of the most ticklish, would have her information uploaded into the National Tickle Toy Registry (NTTR). The term “Tickle Toy” was chosen over “Tickle Slave” for the same reason the “Make Them Our Tickle Slaves Act” became the TGA...legal concerns. However, while this name was used in official government policy, nearly everybody, including the politicians pushing for the policy, still almost exclusively used the term tickle slave. After the second test was over, girls would return to their lives, hoping against hope that their tickler did not give them high scores.
After a month of testing every American woman age 25-55, as well as several foreign women who had found themselves trapped in the United States as a result of the broad ban against all women exiting the United States (a matter which angered virtually every foreign nation), the numbers were run and the National Tickle Toy Registry was launched. Suddenly and without any advanced warning, a public .gov website was live with the information on all women who had placed in the top 1% most ticklish. This included each woman’s full name, a full front and backside photo taken at the testing site while she was wearing her tight and revealing mandatory testing outfit, her age, height, race, ethnicity, hair color, foot size, breast size, butt size, weight, and how ticklish she scored overall and for each body part. Users could filter each of these categories to find a tickle slave that matched their preferences. Any notes the ticklers had taken during their testing were published on each slave’s profile as well, such as “Begged for me to stop the entire 10 minutes” or “Biggest reaction to armpit tickling I’ve seen in thirty years of tickling women.”
When the website went live, over half a million women found themselves suddenly without freedom. One who was interviewed, through tears, said she learned by receiving texts from her mother, her sister, and all of her female friends and colleagues saying they were so sorry to hear she was on the Registry, as well as texts by men, some of whom she barely even talked to, saying things like “Can’t wait to bid on you sweetheart, goochie goochie goo!”
Initially, the website held a bidding period where users could place money on a tickle slave they were interested in owning. The bidding period would last a week, and at midnight on the last day, the user who had bid the highest on each woman would own her. Nearly all initial users were men, but the software’s engineers noticed some percentage of women bidding on tickle slaves. At first, it was assumed these were women who liked women, and most did not object to a woman owning a tickle slave who wanted one. However, concern was raised that perhaps these were women who were bidding on tickle slaves to free them and never tickle them, so quickly a safeguard was set in place to make sure only men were bidding on tickle slaves. The money raised by auctioning off the most ticklish women in America was put towards developing the program for years to come, including building a new Federal School of Tickling to teach young American men interested in becoming ticklers proper techniques.
Owning a tickle slave did come with some regulations, and a training course was required emphasizing the large responsibility of tickle mastership. For example, tickle masters (as they came to be called) were required to keep their slaves fed and watered, and with basic sanitation i.e. access to a toilet and the ability to bathe occasionally. Even then, the tickle masters were not required to allow their slaves use of the toilet more than 3 times a day.
Furthermore, only tickling was allowed. Many, even on the pro-tickling side, had expressed concern about tickle masters having sex with their property. This was therefore outlawed, and anybody who had sex with or impregnated a tickle slave was considered dirty. Whether or not the tickle slave was allowed to pleasure themselves was at the tickle master’s discretion.
While in general, tickle masters were only allowed to tickle their tickle slaves, if the tickle slave committed any misdemeanors laid out by the TGA (these could include attempting to escape captivity, urinating outside of explicitly permissed toilet time, pleasuring themselves without their tickle master’s permission, referring to their owner as anything other than “Tickle Master” or whatever he had instructed her to call him, or using her birth name as opposed to the name her tickle master had given her), more severe punishments were sanctioned, including spanking (either with their hand or with a wood or metal paddle), a hosing down, or withholding meals. Tickle masters were not required to clothe their tickle slaves. Nearly every tickle master chose to keep their tickle slave or slaves nude at all times, never providing them any clothing. Some did, however, enjoy making them dress up. Common costumes included schoolgirls or flight attendants.
The training course for new tickle masters covered all of the above regulations, but mostly taught them expert tickle techniques, bondage tricks, and how to cuff their tickle slaves so they wouldn’t fight them as they would transport them from their bondage sets to the bathroom or any other rooms they wished to take her.
Once the website was launched and the bidding process began, almost every woman who learned her information was on the list immediately started taking steps to flee the country however they could. Not only were they about to get taken from their lives, their friends, their families, likely to live chained up in a basement and be tortured for the rest of their days, but these were literally the most ticklish women in America. Most of them had always DESPISED tickling, almost all of them would even describe it as a phobia. Years before the election, they had always hated any time a friend would tease them by poking their ribs, or their parents would try playing with them by tickling. They did not find it fun or enjoyable remotely. Some even had trauma associated with it. For each of these women, the National Tickle Test had been their worst nightmare, and they had been hoping and in some cases praying each night afterward that they did not score as high as top 1% ticklish. Now that the reality of potentially spending their life only being tickled had set in, there was no choice but to attempt escape.
This had been anticipated and planned for. Before the website was published, local law enforcement and in some cases armed military servicemen had been sent to the homes and workplaces of those who were set to become tickle slaves. Some were working when they started receiving texts from their loved ones, only to quickly exit the building and find multiple armed law enforcement officers waiting to transport them to a holding facility, where they would wait until it was established where their new home would be. Any hope of an ordinary life they had held onto was immediately dashed. A small percentage of women set to become tickle slaves did escape this initial law enforcement crackdown, but almost none of them ultimately made it out of the country, and those few who did were all deported back to the United States. Sooner or later, if your name was on the list, you ended up a tickle slave, whether you liked it or not.
In fact, it was BECAUSE they did not like it that they were chosen. Mothers, daughters, women young and middle aged, professional and working class, Black, white, and everything else were all taken from their jobs, families, and lives for a brand new life – one of only torture, and loud, involuntary laughter. The other 99% of American women were allowed to continue living their lives and be mothers and workers, just with never-ending anxiety that any man they encounter might surprise tickle them at any moment, and could do so with the full approval of the law.
Funds raised by the tickle slave auction far exceeded even the most optimistic predictions. 90 percent of women in the Registry were purchased, going for an average price of $45,000. The tickle slave purchased at the highest price, $9,000,000, was a 27-year-old blonde girl from Alabama with a height of 5’2”, double D breasts, size 9 feet, and according to her test’s notes told the tickler ahead of her test while having a panic attack that she had a deep fear of tickling due to her father using it as his primary form of punishment. She must have hoped that volunteering that information would have somehow exempted her from the test, or perhaps the tickler would have enough sympathy to allow her to pass or at least go easy on her. Instead, this mistake made her the most valuable tickle slave on Earth.
Her birth name was Sarah Johnson. Sarah was a graduate of the University of Alabama with a degree in nursing, and had been working in Mobile area hospital systems since receiving her diploma. She loved her mom, her church, her sorority, her small hometown in rural Alabama, country music, and football season (as she would often say, “Roll Tide!”) A year prior to her tickle enslavement, she had broken up with her college boyfriend over his support for the presidential candidate running on “Make Them Our Tickle Slaves!” When they had first started dating their sophomore year, he had once tried tickling her for fun, but she quickly shut him down and explained why she did not ever want to be tickled. For years, he had never tickled her again and even went out of his way to be cautious while touching her intimately, which she had always appreciated and loved about him. However, when he started expressing support for the candidate who would eventually become president, she couldn’t believe that her boyfriend would support the person calling for women to become “tickle slaves”, knowing about her history with tickling. After they fought over the election for some time, one day her boyfriend said, with a devilish smile, “Oh honey, I know why you don’t want him to win!” “No…I swear…don’t you dare.” “It’s…because….you’re…” “Honey, I swear if you do it, this relationship is…” “Ticklish!!!!” He had screamed, while jumping across the couch to pin her down while his fingers tormented her ribs…exactly where her father used to tickle when he wanted to punish her the worst. She left him the very next day. She could never imagine that within a year she would become the most sought after tickle slave in the country.
The wealthy donor who won the bidding war for Sarah Johnson was a famous tech multibillionaire who quickly decided her new tickle slave name would be “Tickle Barbie”, because of her blonde hair and her large breasts, and because she would be treated like his doll...and always naked. The billionaire would hold lavish events with all the world’s elite businessmen, celebrities, and politicians where Tickle Barbie was the centerpiece. She would often be strapped naked to a table in the center of the event space, and guests could take turns tickling her as they pleased between drinks, food, and mingling, treating her like the doll she was named after. "The doll she was", as many of them would tell her as they tickled her relentlessly. The wealthy would come from every corner for a chance to tickle the famous Tickle Barbie, the world’s most valuable tickle slave. Especially her ribs, which never stopped producing such a loud, panicked reaction that always amused her tickler. This experience did not ever result in Tickle Barbie’s fear of tickling from when she was still Sarah Johnson being conquered. She lived in pure horror every waking moment.
That's Chapter 1 everyone! Let me know if you want Chapter 2!
From a textbook from the not so distant future…
History of Tickle Slaves in America
Chapter 1: The Origins of Tickle Slaves, the Ticklish Girls for America Act, and Tickle Barbie
In America, men and women had been becoming more and more polarized. It reached a point where women began accusing all men of wanting to make them chattel slaves, and men felt that women’s advancements in employment and education had usurped their place in society. It seemed neither sex was capable of understanding the other, and even actively wanted the other to suffer. Most women chose to stop mating with men entirely, which resulted in men growing even more resentful towards them. This resentment became even worse as more women took positions of corporate and political power, as more women were graduating college than ever before.
During this time, some male politicians began openly calling for policies specifically to “trigger the ladies”, and received a large amount of male support for doing so. One day, a young upstart Senator running for President said as a joke while on a famous comedian's podcast that if he won, the most ticklish girls in America would become tickle slaves. Men would be able to own them as property and tickle them for entertainment. At first, his political opponents laughed this idea off as a silly joke. Even opponents within his own party did not take the idea of “Make Them Our Tickle Slaves!” seriously.
Then, the tickle slave policy proposal started a national movement. It began among fringe corners of the internet. Many at first thought it was just funny. An edgy young man might ironically post “females only hate the tickle slave idea because they know they’re ticklish!” as a joke. If something like that were posted, usually the women in that man’s life would comment their disapproval, calling him immature, disgusting, idiot. There would be multiple replies to those comments by men saying “Well now we know who’s ticklish!”
Before long, the tickle slave conversation moved off the internet and into real life. Girls at colleges across America would say they were afraid the pro-tickle slave candidate might actually win, and boys would respond with “goochie goochie goo!” as they attacked their sides with their fingers. Female college students and their partents began demanding universities take action against the pandemic of boys assaulting their daughters with tickles. To their frustration, most schools took a “boys will be boys” approach, and the tickle assaults continued.
It only started in schools. By the time the candidate had shocked the nation by becoming his party’s nominee, all women were watching their backs, knowing that if they let their guard down for any reason there would be a man surprising them with fingers in the ribcage or sides. Professional women in corporate offices who had worked years to get where they are would be attempting to give a serious presentation to their male colleagues, only for one to inevitably ask “That’s nice and all, but how ticklish are you?” There is no good answer to that question. A “not at all” would be met with “let’s prove it then!” Any attempt to change the topic would hear “I know what that means!” All options ended with tickling and laughter. “Make Them Our Tickle Slaves!”, which began as a throwaway podcast joke at the expense of American women, had become a serious political movement.
By Election Day, American women had been ready for the campaign to be over for months. Some had attempted to file lawsuits against men who had tickled them without their consent, but because the question of “does tickling really count as assault? I mean, they’re laughing! They must like it!” had become so politicized, the courts would not take a firm stance one way or the other. Decisions by lower courts were appealed, and the Supreme Court had publicly stated they would not rule on the matter until after the election. Some women responded to the phenomenon by fighting back, tickling men without consent. In nearly all instances, these women faced legal consequences or suspension if they were a student. Feminist groups were quick to point out the double standard.
Most women thought after the candidate lost, the phenomenon of the tickle attacks would go away and America could go back to the way it was before this bizarre election. They could be taken seriously at work again, or stand in line for coffee without anxiously wondering if the man behind her would reach forward and dig his fingers in her sides when she wasn't looking. After all, even though “Make Them Our Tickle Slaves!” had become a movement, the candidate was behind in all the polls and his opponent was a respected vice president who had a great zinger at a debate when he said “My opponent might have a weird thing for tickling girls, but when he loses in November I’ll be the one laughing!” On the night of the election, America's women watched in horror as swing state after swing state voted for the pro-tickle slave candidate. The vote split almost entirely down gender lines, with slightly more men happening to vote in each swing state than women. Women held back tears as they told their female loved ones, “it’s okay, I’m sure he won’t get away with this. All of this tickle nonsense will go away soon, I promise.” In his election night speech, the president-elect said, “and to all the women out there who are afraid of my tickle slave proposal, I want to assure you that there is absolutely nothing to worry about…unless you’re ticklish, then you should be terrified because we’re coming for you!” It was the line that got the biggest applause from the crowd all night.
The tickling did not go away soon. In fact, once the candidate took office, as well as the members of his party who had swept the congressional races in a blowout almost never seen in American history, he went right to work implementing the tickle slave idea into real policy. To start, he addressed the crisis of the droves of American women who had been fleeing overseas by banning all women from travel outside the United States by executive order. His political opponents and feminist groups decried this policy and challenged it in court, of course, but none of these efforts went anywhere meaningful. Any American women who had already moved overseas were required to return home as well or be considered enemies of the state, even if their reason for moving was entirely unrelated to tickling or even if it had been years prior to the election. Trade was cut off with all nations that did not deport all female American immigrants back to the United States. For any nations that did not comply with this despite the economic consequences, the president controversially threatened invasion. Shortly, there were very few international havens around the world for ticklish American women to escape to.
Within six months, Congress had passed the first major legislation of the presidency: the Ticklish Girls for America Act. Its first name was simply the Make Them Our Tickle Slaves Act, but legal scholars advised against this language due to constitutional concerns, although nothing within the policy itself was changed aside from its name. The president quickly signed this Act in a very public press briefing surrounded by the mostly male congressmen instrumental in its passage. A handful of congresswomen in his party who were present had initially expressed distaste in the bill, but political pressures pushed them into ultimately voting for its passage. As soon as the bill was signed by the president, all men onstage instantly surprised the congresswomen present with a tickle attack. As they laughed in protest, some would yell “Stop it! Please! We’re on TV!” but nothing they said stopped their tickling tormenters from humiliating them in front of the nation. Once America had seen longtime respected congresswomen getting tickled by their suited male colleagues at a national press event, the country was never the same again. Even men who had previously been hesitant to tickle the women they were attracted to now knew such behavior was completely accepted and normalized.
The Ticklish Girls for America Act (TGA) contained two major policies. The first was that men tickling women would no longer be considered assault. Supporters of the bill argued that because tickling is just some light fun and nobody is getting hurt, it is not the same thing as assault. Opponents would argue that even if tickling were just good fun, the bill should not be gendered, and anybody tickling anybody without consent should be legal. But more importantly, any nonconsensual touching of another’s body absolutely constitutes assault, they argued. To this, supporters would reply, “Sounds like somebody’s ticklish!” It was a very difficult question to discuss on cable news, as a female anchor or panelist often ended up involuntarily laughing at the expense of a male panelist’s tickling fingers, with GIFs and clips of these incidents garnering millions of views on online tickle websites, which had seen a massive surge in popularity over the previous year.
The second major component of the bill, and the most controversial one, was the structure for the new tickle slave program. All American women between the age of 25 and 55 (hardliners wanted to set the minimum age at 21, and many online advocated for as young as 19 or 18) would have to subject themself to the “National Tickle Test” (NTT). For this, men who had been professionally tickling women for years, mostly for fetish content or events, were hired to test women at government offices across America.
Women could not wear their regular clothes while being tested. They were instead provided with a mandatory two-piece set that consisted of a sheer tanktop that exposed their entire belly and a pair of female boxer briefs with very short legs. Each woman’s measurements were taken to ensure each individual’s mandatory testing outfit was very tight and form-fitting. The test consisted of holding onto a bar raised about 2 feet over the woman’s head while biting down on a small rubber ball. For 10 minutes, the women were subjected to intense tickling by the experienced tickle professionals. If they let go of the bar with either hand, or let the ball drop to the floor, she would be advanced to the next stage of testing.
The next stage of testing was an additional 10 minutes of intense tickle torture, this time by the most experienced professionals, and with bondage. All women at this stage would be required to place their bare feet in metal stocks, while seated in a 45 degree angled chair, with their legs stretched out facing up towards the ceiling. Their arms would be stretched upward above their head and also placed in metal stocks, rendering these women unable to fight back against tickling. Once in that position, some began having panic attacks and even (irrationally) yelling they would voluntarily fail the test, knowing the tickling was coming and wanting to do anything to prevent it. However, 10 minutes of this bondage tickle torture was mandatory for any woman who failed the first test, no matter what they had to say in protest. This test was essential for showing the ticklers which women had the most ticklish feet. For some very lucky women, passing the first test was easy, without even an urge to laugh. For others, however, taking this test at all was a manifestation of their deepest fears.
There was no third test. After the second test, each tickler would give the woman an overall score 1-10 for how ticklish she was, as well as a 1-10 score for each traditionally ticklish area: the feet, the stomach, the ribs, the neck, the thighs, the breasts, and, of course, the armpits. These scores were totaled, and all women who placed in the top 1% of the most ticklish, would have her information uploaded into the National Tickle Toy Registry (NTTR). The term “Tickle Toy” was chosen over “Tickle Slave” for the same reason the “Make Them Our Tickle Slaves Act” became the TGA...legal concerns. However, while this name was used in official government policy, nearly everybody, including the politicians pushing for the policy, still almost exclusively used the term tickle slave. After the second test was over, girls would return to their lives, hoping against hope that their tickler did not give them high scores.
After a month of testing every American woman age 25-55, as well as several foreign women who had found themselves trapped in the United States as a result of the broad ban against all women exiting the United States (a matter which angered virtually every foreign nation), the numbers were run and the National Tickle Toy Registry was launched. Suddenly and without any advanced warning, a public .gov website was live with the information on all women who had placed in the top 1% most ticklish. This included each woman’s full name, a full front and backside photo taken at the testing site while she was wearing her tight and revealing mandatory testing outfit, her age, height, race, ethnicity, hair color, foot size, breast size, butt size, weight, and how ticklish she scored overall and for each body part. Users could filter each of these categories to find a tickle slave that matched their preferences. Any notes the ticklers had taken during their testing were published on each slave’s profile as well, such as “Begged for me to stop the entire 10 minutes” or “Biggest reaction to armpit tickling I’ve seen in thirty years of tickling women.”
When the website went live, over half a million women found themselves suddenly without freedom. One who was interviewed, through tears, said she learned by receiving texts from her mother, her sister, and all of her female friends and colleagues saying they were so sorry to hear she was on the Registry, as well as texts by men, some of whom she barely even talked to, saying things like “Can’t wait to bid on you sweetheart, goochie goochie goo!”
Initially, the website held a bidding period where users could place money on a tickle slave they were interested in owning. The bidding period would last a week, and at midnight on the last day, the user who had bid the highest on each woman would own her. Nearly all initial users were men, but the software’s engineers noticed some percentage of women bidding on tickle slaves. At first, it was assumed these were women who liked women, and most did not object to a woman owning a tickle slave who wanted one. However, concern was raised that perhaps these were women who were bidding on tickle slaves to free them and never tickle them, so quickly a safeguard was set in place to make sure only men were bidding on tickle slaves. The money raised by auctioning off the most ticklish women in America was put towards developing the program for years to come, including building a new Federal School of Tickling to teach young American men interested in becoming ticklers proper techniques.
Owning a tickle slave did come with some regulations, and a training course was required emphasizing the large responsibility of tickle mastership. For example, tickle masters (as they came to be called) were required to keep their slaves fed and watered, and with basic sanitation i.e. access to a toilet and the ability to bathe occasionally. Even then, the tickle masters were not required to allow their slaves use of the toilet more than 3 times a day.
Furthermore, only tickling was allowed. Many, even on the pro-tickling side, had expressed concern about tickle masters having sex with their property. This was therefore outlawed, and anybody who had sex with or impregnated a tickle slave was considered dirty. Whether or not the tickle slave was allowed to pleasure themselves was at the tickle master’s discretion.
While in general, tickle masters were only allowed to tickle their tickle slaves, if the tickle slave committed any misdemeanors laid out by the TGA (these could include attempting to escape captivity, urinating outside of explicitly permissed toilet time, pleasuring themselves without their tickle master’s permission, referring to their owner as anything other than “Tickle Master” or whatever he had instructed her to call him, or using her birth name as opposed to the name her tickle master had given her), more severe punishments were sanctioned, including spanking (either with their hand or with a wood or metal paddle), a hosing down, or withholding meals. Tickle masters were not required to clothe their tickle slaves. Nearly every tickle master chose to keep their tickle slave or slaves nude at all times, never providing them any clothing. Some did, however, enjoy making them dress up. Common costumes included schoolgirls or flight attendants.
The training course for new tickle masters covered all of the above regulations, but mostly taught them expert tickle techniques, bondage tricks, and how to cuff their tickle slaves so they wouldn’t fight them as they would transport them from their bondage sets to the bathroom or any other rooms they wished to take her.
Once the website was launched and the bidding process began, almost every woman who learned her information was on the list immediately started taking steps to flee the country however they could. Not only were they about to get taken from their lives, their friends, their families, likely to live chained up in a basement and be tortured for the rest of their days, but these were literally the most ticklish women in America. Most of them had always DESPISED tickling, almost all of them would even describe it as a phobia. Years before the election, they had always hated any time a friend would tease them by poking their ribs, or their parents would try playing with them by tickling. They did not find it fun or enjoyable remotely. Some even had trauma associated with it. For each of these women, the National Tickle Test had been their worst nightmare, and they had been hoping and in some cases praying each night afterward that they did not score as high as top 1% ticklish. Now that the reality of potentially spending their life only being tickled had set in, there was no choice but to attempt escape.
This had been anticipated and planned for. Before the website was published, local law enforcement and in some cases armed military servicemen had been sent to the homes and workplaces of those who were set to become tickle slaves. Some were working when they started receiving texts from their loved ones, only to quickly exit the building and find multiple armed law enforcement officers waiting to transport them to a holding facility, where they would wait until it was established where their new home would be. Any hope of an ordinary life they had held onto was immediately dashed. A small percentage of women set to become tickle slaves did escape this initial law enforcement crackdown, but almost none of them ultimately made it out of the country, and those few who did were all deported back to the United States. Sooner or later, if your name was on the list, you ended up a tickle slave, whether you liked it or not.
In fact, it was BECAUSE they did not like it that they were chosen. Mothers, daughters, women young and middle aged, professional and working class, Black, white, and everything else were all taken from their jobs, families, and lives for a brand new life – one of only torture, and loud, involuntary laughter. The other 99% of American women were allowed to continue living their lives and be mothers and workers, just with never-ending anxiety that any man they encounter might surprise tickle them at any moment, and could do so with the full approval of the law.
Funds raised by the tickle slave auction far exceeded even the most optimistic predictions. 90 percent of women in the Registry were purchased, going for an average price of $45,000. The tickle slave purchased at the highest price, $9,000,000, was a 27-year-old blonde girl from Alabama with a height of 5’2”, double D breasts, size 9 feet, and according to her test’s notes told the tickler ahead of her test while having a panic attack that she had a deep fear of tickling due to her father using it as his primary form of punishment. She must have hoped that volunteering that information would have somehow exempted her from the test, or perhaps the tickler would have enough sympathy to allow her to pass or at least go easy on her. Instead, this mistake made her the most valuable tickle slave on Earth.
Her birth name was Sarah Johnson. Sarah was a graduate of the University of Alabama with a degree in nursing, and had been working in Mobile area hospital systems since receiving her diploma. She loved her mom, her church, her sorority, her small hometown in rural Alabama, country music, and football season (as she would often say, “Roll Tide!”) A year prior to her tickle enslavement, she had broken up with her college boyfriend over his support for the presidential candidate running on “Make Them Our Tickle Slaves!” When they had first started dating their sophomore year, he had once tried tickling her for fun, but she quickly shut him down and explained why she did not ever want to be tickled. For years, he had never tickled her again and even went out of his way to be cautious while touching her intimately, which she had always appreciated and loved about him. However, when he started expressing support for the candidate who would eventually become president, she couldn’t believe that her boyfriend would support the person calling for women to become “tickle slaves”, knowing about her history with tickling. After they fought over the election for some time, one day her boyfriend said, with a devilish smile, “Oh honey, I know why you don’t want him to win!” “No…I swear…don’t you dare.” “It’s…because….you’re…” “Honey, I swear if you do it, this relationship is…” “Ticklish!!!!” He had screamed, while jumping across the couch to pin her down while his fingers tormented her ribs…exactly where her father used to tickle when he wanted to punish her the worst. She left him the very next day. She could never imagine that within a year she would become the most sought after tickle slave in the country.
The wealthy donor who won the bidding war for Sarah Johnson was a famous tech multibillionaire who quickly decided her new tickle slave name would be “Tickle Barbie”, because of her blonde hair and her large breasts, and because she would be treated like his doll...and always naked. The billionaire would hold lavish events with all the world’s elite businessmen, celebrities, and politicians where Tickle Barbie was the centerpiece. She would often be strapped naked to a table in the center of the event space, and guests could take turns tickling her as they pleased between drinks, food, and mingling, treating her like the doll she was named after. "The doll she was", as many of them would tell her as they tickled her relentlessly. The wealthy would come from every corner for a chance to tickle the famous Tickle Barbie, the world’s most valuable tickle slave. Especially her ribs, which never stopped producing such a loud, panicked reaction that always amused her tickler. This experience did not ever result in Tickle Barbie’s fear of tickling from when she was still Sarah Johnson being conquered. She lived in pure horror every waking moment.
That's Chapter 1 everyone! Let me know if you want Chapter 2!
