allbutnone86
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My name is Amy, I'm 19 years old and I live with my parents. I have a job, but I can't afford to move out. Rent is too high and wages are too low. I wondered how my parents ever afforded anything.
I was going through some old stuff when I found some letters. They were addressed to my mom. The first one was a formal business letter. It talked about an arrangement to have someone, tickled? The other letter also mentioned tickling. I had no idea what these were about and decided to go to my mom to ask.
"I was going through some things and I found these," I handed the letters over to my mother.
"These must have got mixed up with my other things. I thought I got rid of all these damn letters," she said looking at them.
"What are these letters about?"
She sighed, "My old job. People used to hire me to tickle them or others. I got a lot of my money from that job. Your father has a pretty good job now, but most of our money came from this."
"You never told me."
"I was hoping you never knew," she threw the letters away and went back to cleaning dishes.
I thought about what she said about the money, "Hey mom, how much were you paid for it?"
"It depended on the job, but generally it was very good pay."
I was getting an idea I wasn't sure my mom would like.
"Do you think I could do something like that?" I asked.
Mom stopped what she was doing and looked at me, "It's not an easy job. Do you think you can do a job like that? One where you must always be in control, always ready to tickle someone completely?"
"I think I can," I didn't know what I was getting into, but I was motivated by the money I could get.
Mom thought for a minute, "Okay, let me take you somewhere and show you something."
We got into the car and mom drove us into town. She lead me to an unmarked building. The inside looked like a normal doctors office. The woman at the front desk looked up from her computer.
"Do you have an appointment- Mistress Amanda!" she was surprised to see my mom.
"Hello Danielle, it's been a long time. I'm surprised you still work here." my mom said.
"I like it here, but it hasn't been the same since you left. What brings you back here?" Danielle asked.
"This is my daughter Amy, she's taken an interest in the job."
"Nice to meet you Amy. You look just as beautiful as your mother."
"Thank you."
"Are any rooms empty? I would like to show her what this job is about."
Danielle went back to her computer, "It looks like we have some open."
My mom leaned over the counter, "Could you book one for two hours. That should be all the time I need," I'm pretty sure I wasn't supposed to hear that.
Danielle typed a few things into the computer, "Okay I have room 6 booked for you."
"How much will that be?"
"I'm not going to charge our founder. Enjoy your time here."
"Thank you Danielle."
Danielle unlocked the door and we went in. There were lots of rooms with the doors closed.
"You founded this place?" there was a lot I didn't know about mom.
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For as long as I could remember, she's been a stay at home mom. She took care of me and the house every day. She didn't seem interesting to me. I remember even calling my mom boring at some points. I never would have imagined she did anything like this. I can't recall during my life that she's ever done anything.
-
"It was a long time ago, but yes I did found this place. And here we are room 6."
I stepped inside and I was both surprised and confused by what I saw. There was a pillar, some stocks, cuffs, feathers, brushes, and more.
"You stay here, I'm going to go grab something," she left me alone in the room.
I checked out the different things they had there. Much of it I didn't know the use of. Mom was soon back, but she was now wearing a tight leather outfit that left her very exposed.
"They still had my old outfit here. Although it's a little tighter than I remember," she tried readjusting her outfit, "Now let me introduce you to the world of tickling," she walked over to the wall of items, "You see these? These are the many tools used for tickling. Each tool has a different use, so it's important to know what they all do."
"Do I have to wear a leather outfit like yours?" it didn't look very comfortable.
"The outfit is a must. It may be uncomfortable at first, but you get used to it," she walked over to the pillar, "These and the stocks are used to restrain a person. Where you want to tickle them will determine which you use."
She continued explaining restraining your victim and a few other things.
"Allow me to show you how it's done," she began preparing the pillar.
"Are you going to bring someone in to use as a demonstration?" I asked.
"No," I realized where this was going, "Amy, strip down to your underwear and get over here."
I hesitantly did as she said. I went over to the pillar and she secured my wrists and ankles.
"You're going to tickle me even though I'm your daughter?" I thought she would be kinder since I was family.
"Being family never stopped me. How do you think I get your father to listen to me?"
She lightly stroked her fingers down my sides, making my lips tremble and my belly tense. I fully expected her to attack my belly but she quickly began tickling my underarms. I was caught completely off guard and I burst out laughing.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
"The more unpredictable you are, the more laughs you get," she began tickling my ribs now.
"HAhAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
"Tickling is a job that requires skill," she moved down to my belly and began using her nails, "There are many techniques. And different techniques work on different people."
She continued to skillfully use her fingers all over my belly and side. I was amazed at how good she was.
"You should explore different parts to see where they are ticklish. Since they won't always tell you," she moved to my hips and tickled them.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
"Tickling also requires lots of stamina. As the tickler you aren't using as much energy, but you will still use up some. You may need to tickle for hours and you need to have the energy to do that."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!!"
After a few more minutes of tickling, she stopped and went over to the wall and grabbed something.
"This is a weapon all ticklers know well, the feather," the one she had was large, white, and very fluffy. She began using it on my belly, waving it up and down.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !!"
"It's a very different sensation huh? Mixing things up every so often is also important. It keeps them from getting used to anything."
She moved the feather from my belly to my sides and then to my ribs. She kept changing the pace and pattern of her tickling making me laugh nonstop.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAA!!"
20 minutes of feather tickling later, she stopped.
"You're probably wondering why this place exists, why we do this. Some people will pay good money to get tickled by one of us. Some people want to be tickled. But, tickling can be used for pleasure or torture. That is the darker side of tickling and this job. I sometimes did deals with some that would pay me a small fortune to tickle someone. I tickled them to get information out of them, or get them to give something up, or agree to something. In that case, you need to be a sadistic tickler that will torture your victims and satisfy your clients."
"How often did you do that?"
"Very often, I wasn't cheap to hire, but I was effective and so they would come to me for my services. And I enjoyed tickling every single victim they gave me, mostly," she had a look on her face I was unfamiliar with and it scared me, "Not all days are fun. Some days are bad, but other days are a hell of a lot of fun."
She quickly went back to tickling my belly, catching me by surprise again.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!HOWLONG!!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
"Only another hour to go."
I was amazed I made it an hour. But I was already done. But mom wasn't done at all. Her fingers didn't let up for a second.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHA!!OHHOHOHOHOHOHOMYGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
Tears were streaming down my face and my cheeks hurt from all the laughing.
"Pay attention to how they react to different things. Their words can lie, but their bodies don't."
She leaned down blew a raspberry on my belly while using her nails on my sides making me laugh uncontrollably.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"Also don't forget to have fun. You have to enjoy tickling and be passionate about it to really do it well. And you will be more motivated to keep going."
Her fingers skittered down from my sides to my hips.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !!!"
"As the tickler, you are the one in charge, always. They have to listen to everything you say or you will punish them. Some need to be reminded of their place."
She intensified her tickling a bit as if to demonstrate.
"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
"Remember to be careful. You don't always know who you are dealing with. Especially, when dealing with tickle torture jobs.
She continued tickling.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"Oh, and one more thing. Never show mercy!"
She spent the last ten minutes on severe tummy tickling.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!WHENDOESITEND!!!!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
After that, our two hours were finally over. She untied me and helped me over to a chair. While I sat and rested, she left and changed her clothes. I put my clothes back on too.
"You really went hard on me," I told her.
"Oh no, I was very much so holding back."
I suddenly felt very sorry for who ever had the misfortune of being tickle tortured by my mom.
We left the room and went back to the front office.
"Thank you for coming by Amanda," Danielle said waving goodbye.
"Thank you for letting us in. We'll have to meet and catch up some time," mom said before we left. We got back in the car and mom turned to me, "After being in there, do you still want to do it? Do you want to become a tickler?"
"Yes, I do. I can do it," I had some doubts, but for some reason I decided I would. Maybe tickling was in the blood.
"Alright, I'll call up Jade, she runs the place now. I'll see if she can get you a job."
Things seemed to work out perfectly. I was let go from my other job because they were cutting back on workers. But, Jade agreed to meet me. One week later, I met Jade back at the place mom had brought me.
"So, you're Amanda's daughter?" Jade asked.
"Yes, and I would like to get a job here as a tickler," it felt funny saying that at first.
"I'm sure your mother has told you what it takes to be a tickler here."
"She has. I may be inexperienced, but I'm determined to do what it takes."
"Your mother was a legendary tickler, and no doubt the best to have ever worked here. I‘m sure that you will be a great tickler too," she reached out and shook my hand, "Welcome to The Tickling Dungeon Amy."
I was going through some old stuff when I found some letters. They were addressed to my mom. The first one was a formal business letter. It talked about an arrangement to have someone, tickled? The other letter also mentioned tickling. I had no idea what these were about and decided to go to my mom to ask.
"I was going through some things and I found these," I handed the letters over to my mother.
"These must have got mixed up with my other things. I thought I got rid of all these damn letters," she said looking at them.
"What are these letters about?"
She sighed, "My old job. People used to hire me to tickle them or others. I got a lot of my money from that job. Your father has a pretty good job now, but most of our money came from this."
"You never told me."
"I was hoping you never knew," she threw the letters away and went back to cleaning dishes.
I thought about what she said about the money, "Hey mom, how much were you paid for it?"
"It depended on the job, but generally it was very good pay."
I was getting an idea I wasn't sure my mom would like.
"Do you think I could do something like that?" I asked.
Mom stopped what she was doing and looked at me, "It's not an easy job. Do you think you can do a job like that? One where you must always be in control, always ready to tickle someone completely?"
"I think I can," I didn't know what I was getting into, but I was motivated by the money I could get.
Mom thought for a minute, "Okay, let me take you somewhere and show you something."
We got into the car and mom drove us into town. She lead me to an unmarked building. The inside looked like a normal doctors office. The woman at the front desk looked up from her computer.
"Do you have an appointment- Mistress Amanda!" she was surprised to see my mom.
"Hello Danielle, it's been a long time. I'm surprised you still work here." my mom said.
"I like it here, but it hasn't been the same since you left. What brings you back here?" Danielle asked.
"This is my daughter Amy, she's taken an interest in the job."
"Nice to meet you Amy. You look just as beautiful as your mother."
"Thank you."
"Are any rooms empty? I would like to show her what this job is about."
Danielle went back to her computer, "It looks like we have some open."
My mom leaned over the counter, "Could you book one for two hours. That should be all the time I need," I'm pretty sure I wasn't supposed to hear that.
Danielle typed a few things into the computer, "Okay I have room 6 booked for you."
"How much will that be?"
"I'm not going to charge our founder. Enjoy your time here."
"Thank you Danielle."
Danielle unlocked the door and we went in. There were lots of rooms with the doors closed.
"You founded this place?" there was a lot I didn't know about mom.
-
For as long as I could remember, she's been a stay at home mom. She took care of me and the house every day. She didn't seem interesting to me. I remember even calling my mom boring at some points. I never would have imagined she did anything like this. I can't recall during my life that she's ever done anything.
-
"It was a long time ago, but yes I did found this place. And here we are room 6."
I stepped inside and I was both surprised and confused by what I saw. There was a pillar, some stocks, cuffs, feathers, brushes, and more.
"You stay here, I'm going to go grab something," she left me alone in the room.
I checked out the different things they had there. Much of it I didn't know the use of. Mom was soon back, but she was now wearing a tight leather outfit that left her very exposed.
"They still had my old outfit here. Although it's a little tighter than I remember," she tried readjusting her outfit, "Now let me introduce you to the world of tickling," she walked over to the wall of items, "You see these? These are the many tools used for tickling. Each tool has a different use, so it's important to know what they all do."
"Do I have to wear a leather outfit like yours?" it didn't look very comfortable.
"The outfit is a must. It may be uncomfortable at first, but you get used to it," she walked over to the pillar, "These and the stocks are used to restrain a person. Where you want to tickle them will determine which you use."
She continued explaining restraining your victim and a few other things.
"Allow me to show you how it's done," she began preparing the pillar.
"Are you going to bring someone in to use as a demonstration?" I asked.
"No," I realized where this was going, "Amy, strip down to your underwear and get over here."
I hesitantly did as she said. I went over to the pillar and she secured my wrists and ankles.
"You're going to tickle me even though I'm your daughter?" I thought she would be kinder since I was family.
"Being family never stopped me. How do you think I get your father to listen to me?"
She lightly stroked her fingers down my sides, making my lips tremble and my belly tense. I fully expected her to attack my belly but she quickly began tickling my underarms. I was caught completely off guard and I burst out laughing.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
"The more unpredictable you are, the more laughs you get," she began tickling my ribs now.
"HAhAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
"Tickling is a job that requires skill," she moved down to my belly and began using her nails, "There are many techniques. And different techniques work on different people."
She continued to skillfully use her fingers all over my belly and side. I was amazed at how good she was.
"You should explore different parts to see where they are ticklish. Since they won't always tell you," she moved to my hips and tickled them.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
"Tickling also requires lots of stamina. As the tickler you aren't using as much energy, but you will still use up some. You may need to tickle for hours and you need to have the energy to do that."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!!"
After a few more minutes of tickling, she stopped and went over to the wall and grabbed something.
"This is a weapon all ticklers know well, the feather," the one she had was large, white, and very fluffy. She began using it on my belly, waving it up and down.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !!"
"It's a very different sensation huh? Mixing things up every so often is also important. It keeps them from getting used to anything."
She moved the feather from my belly to my sides and then to my ribs. She kept changing the pace and pattern of her tickling making me laugh nonstop.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAA!!"
20 minutes of feather tickling later, she stopped.
"You're probably wondering why this place exists, why we do this. Some people will pay good money to get tickled by one of us. Some people want to be tickled. But, tickling can be used for pleasure or torture. That is the darker side of tickling and this job. I sometimes did deals with some that would pay me a small fortune to tickle someone. I tickled them to get information out of them, or get them to give something up, or agree to something. In that case, you need to be a sadistic tickler that will torture your victims and satisfy your clients."
"How often did you do that?"
"Very often, I wasn't cheap to hire, but I was effective and so they would come to me for my services. And I enjoyed tickling every single victim they gave me, mostly," she had a look on her face I was unfamiliar with and it scared me, "Not all days are fun. Some days are bad, but other days are a hell of a lot of fun."
She quickly went back to tickling my belly, catching me by surprise again.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!HOWLONG!!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
"Only another hour to go."
I was amazed I made it an hour. But I was already done. But mom wasn't done at all. Her fingers didn't let up for a second.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHA!!OHHOHOHOHOHOHOMYGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
Tears were streaming down my face and my cheeks hurt from all the laughing.
"Pay attention to how they react to different things. Their words can lie, but their bodies don't."
She leaned down blew a raspberry on my belly while using her nails on my sides making me laugh uncontrollably.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"Also don't forget to have fun. You have to enjoy tickling and be passionate about it to really do it well. And you will be more motivated to keep going."
Her fingers skittered down from my sides to my hips.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !!!"
"As the tickler, you are the one in charge, always. They have to listen to everything you say or you will punish them. Some need to be reminded of their place."
She intensified her tickling a bit as if to demonstrate.
"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
"Remember to be careful. You don't always know who you are dealing with. Especially, when dealing with tickle torture jobs.
She continued tickling.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"Oh, and one more thing. Never show mercy!"
She spent the last ten minutes on severe tummy tickling.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!WHENDOESITEND!!!!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
After that, our two hours were finally over. She untied me and helped me over to a chair. While I sat and rested, she left and changed her clothes. I put my clothes back on too.
"You really went hard on me," I told her.
"Oh no, I was very much so holding back."
I suddenly felt very sorry for who ever had the misfortune of being tickle tortured by my mom.
We left the room and went back to the front office.
"Thank you for coming by Amanda," Danielle said waving goodbye.
"Thank you for letting us in. We'll have to meet and catch up some time," mom said before we left. We got back in the car and mom turned to me, "After being in there, do you still want to do it? Do you want to become a tickler?"
"Yes, I do. I can do it," I had some doubts, but for some reason I decided I would. Maybe tickling was in the blood.
"Alright, I'll call up Jade, she runs the place now. I'll see if she can get you a job."
Things seemed to work out perfectly. I was let go from my other job because they were cutting back on workers. But, Jade agreed to meet me. One week later, I met Jade back at the place mom had brought me.
"So, you're Amanda's daughter?" Jade asked.
"Yes, and I would like to get a job here as a tickler," it felt funny saying that at first.
"I'm sure your mother has told you what it takes to be a tickler here."
"She has. I may be inexperienced, but I'm determined to do what it takes."
"Your mother was a legendary tickler, and no doubt the best to have ever worked here. I‘m sure that you will be a great tickler too," she reached out and shook my hand, "Welcome to The Tickling Dungeon Amy."
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