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Hi guys. This is my first f/f story EVER, and I’m mega nervous about posting it. For starters, special thanks to Feathers for giving me permission to do this and for pre reading it for me; thanks for pre reading also goes to ’03. You guys rock, thanks so much for your positive feedback.
One warning; this story contains some…adultish f/f tendencies. There’s a fine line between embarrassingly wimpy and just plain dirty that erotic stories of this type fit in, and I promise I did my best to walk that line.
As always, feedback welcome, wanted, and I feed off of it, so please reply😉
-Karen
IN HELL
I woke up with my arms tied over my head, standing alone in a dark room. It took me a few moments for my eyes to get adjusted to my surroundings.
At first, of course, I was scared out of my mind. Who in the world would kidnap me and take me someplace like this, tie me up…and leave me? That just made no sense. The only people who had ever kidnapped me before had only tickling in mind…I never woke up alone. And here I was, with my arms chained to a steel ring in the ceiling, spread above me, with my coat gone, wearing only my shorts and spaghetti strap tee, completely alone. The aloneness scared me more than being captured did.
I began to take deep breaths and test my bonds. They were metal, but with rounded edges, so they didn’t cut into my skin. Who would take the time to make sure I’m comfortable? I thought. This was my first clue.
My second clue came from the sounds around me. There were sounds of laughter, and I could tell they were coming from the same building as I was in. Further off, from outside the building, I could hear screams.
I knew where I was; I was in Hell.
This alone would scare most people; I knew I was safe, or at least as far as Hell’s standards were concerned. I was in the realm of a friend of mine, Feathers the Daemon. Most people think ‘evil’ when they hear the term Daemon, but there is a big difference between a Daemon and a demon. Demons are the angels that left Heaven with Lucifer to become Satan and his followers; Daemons are their children and grandchildren. Demons have a direct tie and allegiance to Lucifer, where as Daemons simply have a place in Hell as their birthright. Feathers is one such child of Demons. Far from evil, he’s one of my closest friends and most trusted switch buddies. Feathers is also known as The Tickle Daemon.
That doesn’t mean I wasn’t nervous. On the contrary, the fact that he wasn’t in the room led me to believe that he was probably in another room getting something---and that made me very nervous. (I was in Hell people, cut me some slack here! 😛)
I didn’t have to wait long; not thirty seconds later the door opened, revealing Feathers. He came in with a feline girl, a Kat. Kats are Feathers’ handmaids, and live-in lees, with human-shaped bodies, close fur covering their entire bodies, and long hair. This particular specimen had the signature short-cropped fur, with long red hair and green eyes.
“Hello there, Karen.” Feathers said, evil grin upon his face. “Are you comfortable?” I smirked at him and nodded.
“My dear Kat, I have brought you a gift from the upper-world for being such a good pet for longer than any others. Happy birthday.” With that, he gave her a peck on the cheek, gave me a “you’re ok with this” look (to which I simply nodded slightly) and stepped out of the room. I’ll say one thing for Feathers; even when he’s being evil he’s considerate.
She was wearing a pink tank top that only came slightly past her breasts and shorts, which was odd because Kats are generally either totally nude or wearing only a small black thong.
She noticed my puzzled look and smiled. “Master doesn’t want me to offend your…strictly human sense of propriety.”
I chuckled. “That’s not all Master thought out.” I said matter-of-factly.
She grinned, obviously not buying it. “What else, hmm my new toy?” She began to tease my stomach with her long, humanlike nails.
I giggled, fighting the reaction she was looking for. “Hehehe he leheft me my lock picks!” With that, I pulled my arms out of the cuffs (that I had just unlocked), flipped her over my head, and locked her in.
Grinning, I circled her predatorily. “I do believe Feathers set you up, honey.” I teased, running my own fingers down her sides and stomach.
She, unlike I, was unable to hold her laughter in. “Mee-OWWhHAHAHAHHAHAHAH! HOHOW COHOULD HE DO THIHS TO ME?” She wailed.
“Oh, don’t worry dear, Feathers knows I would never hurt anyone, leastwise someone else’s lees—and didn’t I hear him say it was your birthday? I suppose he only wanted to give you a birthday surprise!” I chuckled, pausing. “Ooh, how cute…she’s wearing a shirt for me…it’s a shame that this is going to have to go.”
Her eyes got as big as the saucers she eats out if. “N-no please, don’t take off my shirt! You don’t know how t-ticklish I am!”
I just walked around behind her, waited a few seconds, and then reached my armed around to her stomach and dug in.
“ROOOOWWWRRHEHEHAHHHAHAH!” she squealed. “NOHOHO! MIHISTRESS, PLEHEHEHEHEASE! I’M TOHOHOO TIHHICKLISH!” I was a bit surprised to hear her call me ‘mistress’ this early in the game; I figured it might take some reprogramming of Feathers’ training. I had apparently underestimated him. Again.
I, of course, just dug in faster. “Oooh, does my ickle Kitten have a tickly belly? Hmm? Ickle tickle tickle!” I wiggled my nails under her shirt.
She bucked as best she could in her bonds with my arms around her waist. “NOHOHT THEHEHEHRE OH MIHISTRESS, PLEHEEHHEASE!”
I giggled. “Oooh, is my ickle Kitten more ticklish under her clothes? Hmm? Well then, I think maybe I’m just going to have to take off this silly shirt of yours! Is that ok with you, honey?” I asked, knowing she would be unable to lie to me.
She looked at the floor, obviously embarrassed. “Y-yes ma’am.”
I slowly, slowly took hold of the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing everything from an inch under the bellybutton up.
“Mmm, how cute, a bare upper body for me to play with.” I teased, pulling out two feathers.
Her eyes got big as saucers. “M-M-Mistress…wh-what are you going to do with those…”
I chuckled, walking around behind her again. “Just wondering if these would be effective on your ickle furry skin…” I began twirling one around her stomach.
“Yes it ihihHIHIS! HEHEHEHEHAHHAHAHAHA!” she wailed, wriggling from side to side.
“My my my, we have ourselves quite the ticklish little ‘lee, don’t we. I do believe she may be the most ticklish ‘lil Kat of them all! Kootchy kootchy kooo!”
If she were human she would have been blushing like mad—instead, her tail was curling up around her leg, which is the Kat’s equivalent.
I couldn’t help but notice. Giggling, I whispered in her ear; “Aww, is my poor ickle ‘lee getting a tad embarrassed, hm? What’s wrong, enjoying yourself? Oh my, I think she is…”
Sure enough her humanesque nipples were standing straight up on end. Unable to resist, I applied one feather to each of them.
The response was electric. “MEE-OOOOWERMMEEEEHHEHHHEHEHEHEENOOOOOOOOOOOT MY NIHIHPPLEEHEHS MEIHIHISTRESS PLEEHEHEHASEHEEHHEEHEHEHEEHEEEEMMMMMMMM…”
I chuckled in her ear; I know for a fact that this is infuriating for the ‘lee. “Why? Aren’t you enjoying your tickles, my little lee? Hmm? Was that a moan I heard? Answer mistress…”
She went into silent laughter at this, so I paused. After regaining her breath she nodded, tail curling tighter. “Y-yes ma’am. I love it.”
“Love what?” I walked around to face her.
She looked down at the floor. “W-when you tickle me. E-e-especially my n-nipples.”
I grinned. “Goood girl. For answering me honestly you will be rewarded.”
“H-how, if it’s my place to ask, ma’am?” She stammered, looking quite nervous.
I chuckled. “Well, seeing as how you love the nipple teasing so much…” I trailed off, glancing at her face.
It was somewhere between horror and anticipation; I ran a finger over each nipple slowly. I saw her shudder, tail unwrapping slowly.
Thaaat’s it…just enjoy it…” I said slowly. I saw her close her eyes, relaxing in her bonds.
One of the perks of being such a good friend of Feathers’ is that I am well versed in Kat physiology. And one thing I know from this is the fact that Kats have certain places that are extra sensitive to just about any tool you could apply. Nipples are one of these “hot zones” that not only tickles, but also turns them on.
”Tsk tsk, you’re not laughing, Kitten. I need to fix that!” With that, I bent over and began licking her left nipple slowly.
“MmmmMEEEEOOOOOWRRRRRRHEHEHEHEHEAHHAHANOOOOOOOOHEHEHHEHEMIHIHSTRESS! DOHOHN’T UHUSE YOHOHOOUR TOHOHUNGE!!!” she begged.
“Mmm ooh yes I will, because you taste…sooo good Kitten, I could stand here and lick…your lickle nipple aaalll day…just stand there and…laugh…and moan for mee…” I teased in between sending my tongue wrapping around the sides of her nipple.
“MMMMMNOOOHOOHOHOHO…” she wailed. I paused.
“Kitten, why do you say no? I thought you liked it when I did that.”
She looked at the floor again. “I d-do, Mistress. I can’t h-help it.”
One warning; this story contains some…adultish f/f tendencies. There’s a fine line between embarrassingly wimpy and just plain dirty that erotic stories of this type fit in, and I promise I did my best to walk that line.
As always, feedback welcome, wanted, and I feed off of it, so please reply😉
-Karen
IN HELL
I woke up with my arms tied over my head, standing alone in a dark room. It took me a few moments for my eyes to get adjusted to my surroundings.
At first, of course, I was scared out of my mind. Who in the world would kidnap me and take me someplace like this, tie me up…and leave me? That just made no sense. The only people who had ever kidnapped me before had only tickling in mind…I never woke up alone. And here I was, with my arms chained to a steel ring in the ceiling, spread above me, with my coat gone, wearing only my shorts and spaghetti strap tee, completely alone. The aloneness scared me more than being captured did.
I began to take deep breaths and test my bonds. They were metal, but with rounded edges, so they didn’t cut into my skin. Who would take the time to make sure I’m comfortable? I thought. This was my first clue.
My second clue came from the sounds around me. There were sounds of laughter, and I could tell they were coming from the same building as I was in. Further off, from outside the building, I could hear screams.
I knew where I was; I was in Hell.
This alone would scare most people; I knew I was safe, or at least as far as Hell’s standards were concerned. I was in the realm of a friend of mine, Feathers the Daemon. Most people think ‘evil’ when they hear the term Daemon, but there is a big difference between a Daemon and a demon. Demons are the angels that left Heaven with Lucifer to become Satan and his followers; Daemons are their children and grandchildren. Demons have a direct tie and allegiance to Lucifer, where as Daemons simply have a place in Hell as their birthright. Feathers is one such child of Demons. Far from evil, he’s one of my closest friends and most trusted switch buddies. Feathers is also known as The Tickle Daemon.
That doesn’t mean I wasn’t nervous. On the contrary, the fact that he wasn’t in the room led me to believe that he was probably in another room getting something---and that made me very nervous. (I was in Hell people, cut me some slack here! 😛)
I didn’t have to wait long; not thirty seconds later the door opened, revealing Feathers. He came in with a feline girl, a Kat. Kats are Feathers’ handmaids, and live-in lees, with human-shaped bodies, close fur covering their entire bodies, and long hair. This particular specimen had the signature short-cropped fur, with long red hair and green eyes.
“Hello there, Karen.” Feathers said, evil grin upon his face. “Are you comfortable?” I smirked at him and nodded.
“My dear Kat, I have brought you a gift from the upper-world for being such a good pet for longer than any others. Happy birthday.” With that, he gave her a peck on the cheek, gave me a “you’re ok with this” look (to which I simply nodded slightly) and stepped out of the room. I’ll say one thing for Feathers; even when he’s being evil he’s considerate.
She was wearing a pink tank top that only came slightly past her breasts and shorts, which was odd because Kats are generally either totally nude or wearing only a small black thong.
She noticed my puzzled look and smiled. “Master doesn’t want me to offend your…strictly human sense of propriety.”
I chuckled. “That’s not all Master thought out.” I said matter-of-factly.
She grinned, obviously not buying it. “What else, hmm my new toy?” She began to tease my stomach with her long, humanlike nails.
I giggled, fighting the reaction she was looking for. “Hehehe he leheft me my lock picks!” With that, I pulled my arms out of the cuffs (that I had just unlocked), flipped her over my head, and locked her in.
Grinning, I circled her predatorily. “I do believe Feathers set you up, honey.” I teased, running my own fingers down her sides and stomach.
She, unlike I, was unable to hold her laughter in. “Mee-OWWhHAHAHAHHAHAHAH! HOHOW COHOULD HE DO THIHS TO ME?” She wailed.
“Oh, don’t worry dear, Feathers knows I would never hurt anyone, leastwise someone else’s lees—and didn’t I hear him say it was your birthday? I suppose he only wanted to give you a birthday surprise!” I chuckled, pausing. “Ooh, how cute…she’s wearing a shirt for me…it’s a shame that this is going to have to go.”
Her eyes got as big as the saucers she eats out if. “N-no please, don’t take off my shirt! You don’t know how t-ticklish I am!”
I just walked around behind her, waited a few seconds, and then reached my armed around to her stomach and dug in.
“ROOOOWWWRRHEHEHAHHHAHAH!” she squealed. “NOHOHO! MIHISTRESS, PLEHEHEHEHEASE! I’M TOHOHOO TIHHICKLISH!” I was a bit surprised to hear her call me ‘mistress’ this early in the game; I figured it might take some reprogramming of Feathers’ training. I had apparently underestimated him. Again.
I, of course, just dug in faster. “Oooh, does my ickle Kitten have a tickly belly? Hmm? Ickle tickle tickle!” I wiggled my nails under her shirt.
She bucked as best she could in her bonds with my arms around her waist. “NOHOHT THEHEHEHRE OH MIHISTRESS, PLEHEEHHEASE!”
I giggled. “Oooh, is my ickle Kitten more ticklish under her clothes? Hmm? Well then, I think maybe I’m just going to have to take off this silly shirt of yours! Is that ok with you, honey?” I asked, knowing she would be unable to lie to me.
She looked at the floor, obviously embarrassed. “Y-yes ma’am.”
I slowly, slowly took hold of the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing everything from an inch under the bellybutton up.
“Mmm, how cute, a bare upper body for me to play with.” I teased, pulling out two feathers.
Her eyes got big as saucers. “M-M-Mistress…wh-what are you going to do with those…”
I chuckled, walking around behind her again. “Just wondering if these would be effective on your ickle furry skin…” I began twirling one around her stomach.
“Yes it ihihHIHIS! HEHEHEHEHAHHAHAHAHA!” she wailed, wriggling from side to side.
“My my my, we have ourselves quite the ticklish little ‘lee, don’t we. I do believe she may be the most ticklish ‘lil Kat of them all! Kootchy kootchy kooo!”
If she were human she would have been blushing like mad—instead, her tail was curling up around her leg, which is the Kat’s equivalent.
I couldn’t help but notice. Giggling, I whispered in her ear; “Aww, is my poor ickle ‘lee getting a tad embarrassed, hm? What’s wrong, enjoying yourself? Oh my, I think she is…”
Sure enough her humanesque nipples were standing straight up on end. Unable to resist, I applied one feather to each of them.
The response was electric. “MEE-OOOOWERMMEEEEHHEHHHEHEHEHEENOOOOOOOOOOOT MY NIHIHPPLEEHEHS MEIHIHISTRESS PLEEHEHEHASEHEEHHEEHEHEHEEHEEEEMMMMMMMM…”
I chuckled in her ear; I know for a fact that this is infuriating for the ‘lee. “Why? Aren’t you enjoying your tickles, my little lee? Hmm? Was that a moan I heard? Answer mistress…”
She went into silent laughter at this, so I paused. After regaining her breath she nodded, tail curling tighter. “Y-yes ma’am. I love it.”
“Love what?” I walked around to face her.
She looked down at the floor. “W-when you tickle me. E-e-especially my n-nipples.”
I grinned. “Goood girl. For answering me honestly you will be rewarded.”
“H-how, if it’s my place to ask, ma’am?” She stammered, looking quite nervous.
I chuckled. “Well, seeing as how you love the nipple teasing so much…” I trailed off, glancing at her face.
It was somewhere between horror and anticipation; I ran a finger over each nipple slowly. I saw her shudder, tail unwrapping slowly.
Thaaat’s it…just enjoy it…” I said slowly. I saw her close her eyes, relaxing in her bonds.
One of the perks of being such a good friend of Feathers’ is that I am well versed in Kat physiology. And one thing I know from this is the fact that Kats have certain places that are extra sensitive to just about any tool you could apply. Nipples are one of these “hot zones” that not only tickles, but also turns them on.
”Tsk tsk, you’re not laughing, Kitten. I need to fix that!” With that, I bent over and began licking her left nipple slowly.
“MmmmMEEEEOOOOOWRRRRRRHEHEHEHEHEAHHAHANOOOOOOOOHEHEHHEHEMIHIHSTRESS! DOHOHN’T UHUSE YOHOHOOUR TOHOHUNGE!!!” she begged.
“Mmm ooh yes I will, because you taste…sooo good Kitten, I could stand here and lick…your lickle nipple aaalll day…just stand there and…laugh…and moan for mee…” I teased in between sending my tongue wrapping around the sides of her nipple.
“MMMMMNOOOHOOHOHOHO…” she wailed. I paused.
“Kitten, why do you say no? I thought you liked it when I did that.”
She looked at the floor again. “I d-do, Mistress. I can’t h-help it.”
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