The context of the following is fictional. The events are all true.
No beautiful, dominant women were hurt in the making of this scenario.
Mistress Mia finally opened her eyes feeling a little dazed and pointlessly struggled against the ropes.
'Well, if it isn't the formidable Mistress Mia' I said, 'you seem to be in a bit of a pickle'.
I wasn't wrong. She wore a tight, light blue top that showed off a very yummy tummy, a tartan schoolgirl skirt and white ankle socks and black high heel pumps. Her legs looked even more phenomenal than they did in the pictures of her that I'd seen, and the pictures gave me the sweats. What made her particularly attractive to me though was her inability to move. Her legs were locked firmly into a set of stocks and her hands were tied above her head and to the side. She wasn't going anywhere.
'What are you doing? Who are you?' she said quietly, not sounding so dominant as she would have liked, I'm sure.
'Doesn't matter who I am,' I said, 'you're here because I want to teach you a lesson. I'm tired of you dominatrices prancing around pretending you are superior to men. You're not, you're just women and women are here to serve men. So I'm going to spend the evening teaching you a lesson and whilst I do it, I'm going to take pictures and humiliate you with them later.
Sorry for hitting you over the head with that dildo, but I had to knock you out somehow. It worked rather well though. You'll probably realise that you are in the Hidden Chamber. There are two things you need to know about the Hidden Chamber: No 1 It's hidden, No 2, It's a chamber. Everyone has gone home so you're screwed.'
'But what are you going to do to me?' she said, panic in her eyes.
I opened a bag of chocolates and popped one in her mouth. Women tend to shut up when you give them chocolate and she was no different.
'I'm going to spend the entire night tickling you. In a minute I'm going to start with your feet and I'm going to spend a couple of hours tickling those soft little soles of yours'
'A couple of hours!' she whined. I popped in another chocolate. I probably should have bought some hard candy.
Then I'm going to move to your nipples. Now the beauty of the Internet is that I know you can't stand having your nipples tickled, but tonight you have no choice. I'm the boss and you do what I say. After I've done there ... well, we'll see.
She wriggled as I moved to the foot of the table. 'Now, let's find out which of these feet is the most ticklish shall we?' I said, easing off her right heel.
'Noooo No No' she said... pointlessly.
I gently traced a few fingers over her socked sole and she immediately jumped and giggled.
'Not my feet,' she pleaded. 'Oh I haven't even started yet,' I said, smiling at her.
She groaned, 'That's what I usually say.'
I unhooked her white sock around her heel to reveal a soft, mocha smooth heel. 'Are we ticklish here?'
She was.
'It's so funny having you at my mercy. I'm going to spend all night tickling you and there's nothing you can do about it, Mistress Mia. In fact, I'm not even going to call you Mistress Mia, you're just a little girl playing dress up, I'm going to call you 'Little Mia'. I gave her heel another tickle and she shrieked.
Next, I took the toe of her sock and pulled. She protested and flexed her foot to try and stop it, but it was no good. Her sock slid off effortlessly and her edible little red painted toes twitched with anticipation. I blew on them.
'Feeling vulnerable Little Mia?'
'What do you think?'
I then tested her soles to see which area was the most ticklish. The heel, the instep or just below the toes. I almost forgot to test between her toes. Almost. Even with just fingers she was writhing and screaming as I tickled around her toes, making so much noise that I thought she might attract attention. But I figured the room would be soundproof, so no worries there.
Time then to say hello to my lil' frien'.
I picked up one of the battery powered toothbrushes I had bought and walked around and sat next to her. She looked at me with a terror that I found thrilling. I switched on the brush and played mosquito with it in her ear whilst she screamed and swore at me. The thing about the brush is the way even its sound can strike fear into the 'lee, even before you have begun. I went to her legs and put the flat side on her knees and she did a horizontal dance without me even turning it on. She was helpless now, the anticipation was getting worse than the tickling. But I missed having her feet wave in front of me, so I went back to give them some attention.
'I have to confess Little Mia, that I have somewhat of a foot fetish. But I'm not one of these pathetic males who grovels at women's feet and begs them. No no no. I saw this video on You tube the other week where two women made this man take off their shoes, smell them, smell their feet and then worship their feet and toes whilst he was on his knees. He can't call himself a real man after that humiliation. I'm a real man, so what I need to hear is a woman begging me to suck her toes. And you're going to beg me. Well, you can either beg me to suck your toes, or have your toes tickled with the brush, what's it going to be?'
'Suck my toes,' she said, meekly.
'Oh I think you can do better than that' I said, switching on the brush and holding her foot back by the toes. I applied the spinning brush to her delicate sole.
'No no no, ' she cried wrenching the solid table a surprising amount for such a little lady.
'Beg me' I reminded.
'Suck my toes, please suck my toes, PLEASE suck my toes.' she yelled at the top of her voice. Despite her being a pathetic woman, I decided to give her a break and lowered my head slightly to do as she asked. I took each toe in my mouth. Foolishly she thought that she didn't need to continue begging and the other foot wasn't busy so that got the brush. I continued to lick the sole of her right foot whilst letting the brush glide across her left foot so that her begging could continue. Little Mia had a BIG voice, I have to say. She kept begging ...
I was having a lot of fun, but decided to up the ante a little. I took the chocolates and pushed one in between each of her toes on her right foot, instructing her to make sure they stayed there. I then gently finger tickled her left foot. One chocolate went to the floor which was just a plain waste of chocolate ... what with millions starving and all, so I just had to punish her. But she still had to keep hold of the chocolates.
'I can't hold them, I can't hold them' she complained. I ignored her and continued watching as her foot desperately tried to hold onto the round smooth chocolates, despite my tickling her other foot. Much as I was teaching her a lesson, I remember thinking that I'd rather have her foot in my mouth than the chocolates.
Suddenly there was a sound at my shoulder and from nowhere was a deliciously sexy, blond, vixen standing next to me. Normally I'd welcome the presence of a deliciously sexy, blond, vixen - but this one looked really pissed off. And she was pointing a gun at my head.
Things weren't looking too rosy all of a sudden.
'What the fuck do you think you're doing?' she asked. I thought the answer was kinda obvious and was intending to say as much, but instead I chose to stutter like a 13-year-old boy confronted by a supermodel.
'Get on the floor.'
'What is it about Americans and pointing guns at unarmed people?' I asked. I got a shoe in my back as an answer. I lay there helplessly whilst Mistress Mia was freed. Turned out that Miss Kat had come back to get something and heard all the shouting. There was a lot of shouting - should have gagged her. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
'Look you may as well let me go' I ventured. 'You have no idea who I am and I'm not going to tell you. If you hurt me, you'll be hearing from my lawyers and without hurting me, you won't get anything out of me. I mean what are you going to do? tickle me? You don't think a real man like me is going to be ticklish do you? That's just a weakness for pathetic women.'
They clearly disagreed with the whole 'letting me go' idea and set about stripping me to the waist and putting a dog collar around my neck complete with lead which ruined my private 'running away' idea. I was tied to the table that Mia had just been released from and slowly and humiliatingly stripped from the waist down. Luckily I'd worn my good underwear and not the pair with ink stains on from when I left a pen in the wash.
'This is going to be boring - can one of you get me a beer?' That idea went down like the last one and I got slapped across the face.
'I'm tired of his arrogance,' said Mistress Mia. I've got a bunch of my stockings here that I was going to wash, but I think I should gag him with them instead. I tried to convince them not to, but opening my mouth just made it easier to stuff them full of hose. They were then tied in place with another stocking.
So there I was, naked, helpless, gagged and alone with two women who hated me. I'd had better days.
Then the tickling began. I ignored it for a little while. They dug around my hips and I just sneered. But then Miss Kat went straight for the spot where my legs joined the rest of me and I realised that actually I was pretty ticklish. Terrible moment to find that out.
Then Mistress Mia went to the foot of the bed where I had stood so happily just five minutes before and those manicured finger nails found their way across my soles. The torture had begun in earnest.
For the next five minutes or so they worked over my entire body while I struggled hopelessly and laughed like a coyote on crack. My only retaliation was briefly biting Miss Kat on the thigh. She spat in my face for my efforts and continued tickling as I struggled and wailed into my stocking gag. Their laughing, however, was louder than mine.
After a while Mistress Mia took the gag from my mouth and asked me if I was ready to tell them who I was. I said I was ready for some water - turns out stockings make your mouth dry. I'd have settled for a glass, some ice, maybe even a slice of lime, but instead Mistress Mia swigged from a bottle and let it dribble from her mouth into mine. The point was made, even a simple drink of water had to come via her. Much as I hated the humiliation, I found her mouth so close to mine deeply erotic. She may be just a woman, but she's an incredibly beautiful one. Damned if I found myself wanting to kiss her. But second hand water was all I got. She repeated her demand to know who I was, but I've seen all the films and know what you're meant to say.
'I ain't telling you shit.'
The gag went back on and the tickling continued. For a while I thought I was going to pass out, but then it softened. I couldn't work out why until I realised Mistress Mia had left the room. Not that Miss Kat was relenting on my soles. When Mistress Mia returned she began moving furniture around. Miss Kat started to untie me, but not out of pity it turned out.
I was led by my lead to a chair where I was forced to sit. Tapes came out and were put around my chest, my hands were bound to my side and my feet were bound to the table. Lotion was also applied to my feet making them feel very, very sensitive indeed. I was very, very vulnerable. Now the gag came off, because they really wanted me to talk. When the toothbrush I had brought was put next to my cock and switched on, I decided that maybe it wouldn't hurt to tell them what they wanted to know.
'Who are you?' Mistress Mia said, smiling, knowing she was breaking me. I told her.
'Where do you work?' I told her that too.
'This is what's going to happen. We're going to make you come back to us again and again to be our tickletoy. If you don't we're going to send these pictures to your office AND post them around Manhattan.'
I really wished I hadn't brought the camera. She snapped away, laughing at me as I sat there naked and helpless to stop her.
I hoped that it was now over and they'd let me go. I was wrong. Again. It was about to get worse.
'We want to have some more fun with you now Jay, and I do believe some more girls have just arrived. I'm going to see if they want to help us deal with the guy who broke in to the Hidden Chamber. She disappeared.
Miss Kat kept me entertained by taunting me with a toothbrush. But at least it was just the one. Despite her torture of me, Miss Kat was having a real effect on me. She alone appeared to be the reason why some 2 billion people in the world suffer from a complete lack of sexiness, as she has taken far, far more than her fair share. The woman oozed sophistication from every delicious pore in her silky skin, I was beginning, as much as I was fighting it, to crave her attentions, even her torturous ones.
When she returned, Mistress Mia was with four other ladies. Battery powered toothbrushes and flossers were handed out and the nightmare began.
One girl was at each of my feet, and four stood around the chair. The toothbrushes begin to spin. I don't think I need to explain the torture that followed. I found God, and Jesus (which could be the same thing depending on religious belief of course), Buddha joined me for a while, Mohammad popped in. I laughed, struggled and screamed as they all laughed and poked, letting the brushes glide across my most sensitive areas.
'So who's superior now?' Mistress Mia taunted over the noise of the brushes and the laughter.
'You are!' I shouted back.
'Who?'
'You are Mistress Mia' I screamed as a brush found its way to my left bollock.
'Oh it's Mistress Mia is it now. I thought it was Little Mia.'
'No it's Mistress Mia, you're superior, you're superior'.
She laughed at me and made no attempt to stop the others. Eventually though, forever ended and I was cut loose. However, I was so broken by this point that I happily agreed to their next demand which felt mild by comparison. Mistress Mia flicked through her iPod and found Madonna's 'Like a Virgin'.
'Dance for us Jay, Dance. Entertain us.'
Naked, save for the dog chain around my neck, I danced like a virgin, touched for the very first time while six beautiful women looked on and continued to occasionally offer support with toothbrushes. I would have broken out my bitchingest breakdancing moves, but I was too tired.
Finally the four girls left leaving me once again to the mercy of Miss Kat and Mistress Mia. I was twitching in anticipation of more tickling, but Mistress Mia had other ideas.
I was instructed to kneel at the sofa whilst they sat down comfortably in front of me. Mistress Mia had remembered my story about the You Tube video and decided to make me eat my own words, or more precisely, eat their feet.
I was told to take off Miss Kat's heels. Trembling slightly I did as I was told. As I slipped off her heels, I was greeted by the sight of the most incredible feet peeping at me through fishnet stockings. It was as if someone had hacked into my brain and found a picture of my fantasy feet and put them on her. Her toenails were painted a deep red and were gorgeously shapely, her toes were long without being bony and unbelievably suckable. As for her arch, you could have limboed through it. I struggled to hate this woman who had humiliated me so, ruined my evening and now held so much power over me. But I found lust was creeping in and completely against my will I wanted to please her.
'Now I want you to take off Kat's fishnets,' Mistress Mia said, smiling an evil smile. I went to take them off with my hands but Miss Kat screamed, 'Don't touch me. Take them off with your teeth'.
I had no choice but to lower my head to her soft, cool thigh and take the top of her stocking in my teeth and slide it slowly down her beautifully soft leg. At her foot I was able to reposition and nuzzle the sole as I removed the entire stocking. I was getting woozy with desire.
I did the same with the other stocking and then Mistress Mia handed me some cream. 'You're going to massage our feet now little tickletoy, and you better do it how we say or you're going back to the table'.
I got a slap across the face to underline the lack of bargaining power I had. The cream was minty and felt good to the touch. I started with Mistress Mia, carefully smoothing in cream to the feet that I had only wanted to tickle. Meanwhile Miss Kat put her feet on my face, but instructed me not to lose concentration on the massage. Weak with desire and from the tickling, I did my best to massage Mistress Mia's feet and legs while Miss Kat rubbed her perfect soles over my face.
'Little foot pervert, ' Miss Kat said, 'you like that don't you?' I didn't disagree. After a while they swapped roles and Mistress Mia forced her toes into my mouth whilst I took care of Miss Kat's feet after her hard day of torturing me. They occasionally slapped me for not focusing. I gained some points for pointing out the multi-tasking was hard for men. Indeed kissing, sucking and massaging simultaneously was indeed quite trying for me, not that I really had any issues. Submission, it turns out, isn't so bad.
After I had given them their fill of massage and worship, they let me go, but only after taking my credit card and a large amount of cash from me. I have no choice but to return as they can now financially and professionally ruin me.
It wasn't the night I'd planned. Tickled to breaking point, spat on, humiliated, forced to submit and a promise of more in the future.
Best night of my life?
HELL, YEAH.
(This tale has also been posted at Max Fisch.com - http://www.maxfisch.com/thehang/sho...1103013&page=0&view=collapsed&sb=5&o=&fpart=1 )
No beautiful, dominant women were hurt in the making of this scenario.
Mistress Mia finally opened her eyes feeling a little dazed and pointlessly struggled against the ropes.
'Well, if it isn't the formidable Mistress Mia' I said, 'you seem to be in a bit of a pickle'.
I wasn't wrong. She wore a tight, light blue top that showed off a very yummy tummy, a tartan schoolgirl skirt and white ankle socks and black high heel pumps. Her legs looked even more phenomenal than they did in the pictures of her that I'd seen, and the pictures gave me the sweats. What made her particularly attractive to me though was her inability to move. Her legs were locked firmly into a set of stocks and her hands were tied above her head and to the side. She wasn't going anywhere.
'What are you doing? Who are you?' she said quietly, not sounding so dominant as she would have liked, I'm sure.
'Doesn't matter who I am,' I said, 'you're here because I want to teach you a lesson. I'm tired of you dominatrices prancing around pretending you are superior to men. You're not, you're just women and women are here to serve men. So I'm going to spend the evening teaching you a lesson and whilst I do it, I'm going to take pictures and humiliate you with them later.
Sorry for hitting you over the head with that dildo, but I had to knock you out somehow. It worked rather well though. You'll probably realise that you are in the Hidden Chamber. There are two things you need to know about the Hidden Chamber: No 1 It's hidden, No 2, It's a chamber. Everyone has gone home so you're screwed.'
'But what are you going to do to me?' she said, panic in her eyes.
I opened a bag of chocolates and popped one in her mouth. Women tend to shut up when you give them chocolate and she was no different.
'I'm going to spend the entire night tickling you. In a minute I'm going to start with your feet and I'm going to spend a couple of hours tickling those soft little soles of yours'
'A couple of hours!' she whined. I popped in another chocolate. I probably should have bought some hard candy.
Then I'm going to move to your nipples. Now the beauty of the Internet is that I know you can't stand having your nipples tickled, but tonight you have no choice. I'm the boss and you do what I say. After I've done there ... well, we'll see.
She wriggled as I moved to the foot of the table. 'Now, let's find out which of these feet is the most ticklish shall we?' I said, easing off her right heel.
'Noooo No No' she said... pointlessly.
I gently traced a few fingers over her socked sole and she immediately jumped and giggled.
'Not my feet,' she pleaded. 'Oh I haven't even started yet,' I said, smiling at her.
She groaned, 'That's what I usually say.'
I unhooked her white sock around her heel to reveal a soft, mocha smooth heel. 'Are we ticklish here?'
She was.
'It's so funny having you at my mercy. I'm going to spend all night tickling you and there's nothing you can do about it, Mistress Mia. In fact, I'm not even going to call you Mistress Mia, you're just a little girl playing dress up, I'm going to call you 'Little Mia'. I gave her heel another tickle and she shrieked.
Next, I took the toe of her sock and pulled. She protested and flexed her foot to try and stop it, but it was no good. Her sock slid off effortlessly and her edible little red painted toes twitched with anticipation. I blew on them.
'Feeling vulnerable Little Mia?'
'What do you think?'
I then tested her soles to see which area was the most ticklish. The heel, the instep or just below the toes. I almost forgot to test between her toes. Almost. Even with just fingers she was writhing and screaming as I tickled around her toes, making so much noise that I thought she might attract attention. But I figured the room would be soundproof, so no worries there.
Time then to say hello to my lil' frien'.
I picked up one of the battery powered toothbrushes I had bought and walked around and sat next to her. She looked at me with a terror that I found thrilling. I switched on the brush and played mosquito with it in her ear whilst she screamed and swore at me. The thing about the brush is the way even its sound can strike fear into the 'lee, even before you have begun. I went to her legs and put the flat side on her knees and she did a horizontal dance without me even turning it on. She was helpless now, the anticipation was getting worse than the tickling. But I missed having her feet wave in front of me, so I went back to give them some attention.
'I have to confess Little Mia, that I have somewhat of a foot fetish. But I'm not one of these pathetic males who grovels at women's feet and begs them. No no no. I saw this video on You tube the other week where two women made this man take off their shoes, smell them, smell their feet and then worship their feet and toes whilst he was on his knees. He can't call himself a real man after that humiliation. I'm a real man, so what I need to hear is a woman begging me to suck her toes. And you're going to beg me. Well, you can either beg me to suck your toes, or have your toes tickled with the brush, what's it going to be?'
'Suck my toes,' she said, meekly.
'Oh I think you can do better than that' I said, switching on the brush and holding her foot back by the toes. I applied the spinning brush to her delicate sole.
'No no no, ' she cried wrenching the solid table a surprising amount for such a little lady.
'Beg me' I reminded.
'Suck my toes, please suck my toes, PLEASE suck my toes.' she yelled at the top of her voice. Despite her being a pathetic woman, I decided to give her a break and lowered my head slightly to do as she asked. I took each toe in my mouth. Foolishly she thought that she didn't need to continue begging and the other foot wasn't busy so that got the brush. I continued to lick the sole of her right foot whilst letting the brush glide across her left foot so that her begging could continue. Little Mia had a BIG voice, I have to say. She kept begging ...
I was having a lot of fun, but decided to up the ante a little. I took the chocolates and pushed one in between each of her toes on her right foot, instructing her to make sure they stayed there. I then gently finger tickled her left foot. One chocolate went to the floor which was just a plain waste of chocolate ... what with millions starving and all, so I just had to punish her. But she still had to keep hold of the chocolates.
'I can't hold them, I can't hold them' she complained. I ignored her and continued watching as her foot desperately tried to hold onto the round smooth chocolates, despite my tickling her other foot. Much as I was teaching her a lesson, I remember thinking that I'd rather have her foot in my mouth than the chocolates.
Suddenly there was a sound at my shoulder and from nowhere was a deliciously sexy, blond, vixen standing next to me. Normally I'd welcome the presence of a deliciously sexy, blond, vixen - but this one looked really pissed off. And she was pointing a gun at my head.
Things weren't looking too rosy all of a sudden.
'What the fuck do you think you're doing?' she asked. I thought the answer was kinda obvious and was intending to say as much, but instead I chose to stutter like a 13-year-old boy confronted by a supermodel.
'Get on the floor.'
'What is it about Americans and pointing guns at unarmed people?' I asked. I got a shoe in my back as an answer. I lay there helplessly whilst Mistress Mia was freed. Turned out that Miss Kat had come back to get something and heard all the shouting. There was a lot of shouting - should have gagged her. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
'Look you may as well let me go' I ventured. 'You have no idea who I am and I'm not going to tell you. If you hurt me, you'll be hearing from my lawyers and without hurting me, you won't get anything out of me. I mean what are you going to do? tickle me? You don't think a real man like me is going to be ticklish do you? That's just a weakness for pathetic women.'
They clearly disagreed with the whole 'letting me go' idea and set about stripping me to the waist and putting a dog collar around my neck complete with lead which ruined my private 'running away' idea. I was tied to the table that Mia had just been released from and slowly and humiliatingly stripped from the waist down. Luckily I'd worn my good underwear and not the pair with ink stains on from when I left a pen in the wash.
'This is going to be boring - can one of you get me a beer?' That idea went down like the last one and I got slapped across the face.
'I'm tired of his arrogance,' said Mistress Mia. I've got a bunch of my stockings here that I was going to wash, but I think I should gag him with them instead. I tried to convince them not to, but opening my mouth just made it easier to stuff them full of hose. They were then tied in place with another stocking.
So there I was, naked, helpless, gagged and alone with two women who hated me. I'd had better days.
Then the tickling began. I ignored it for a little while. They dug around my hips and I just sneered. But then Miss Kat went straight for the spot where my legs joined the rest of me and I realised that actually I was pretty ticklish. Terrible moment to find that out.
Then Mistress Mia went to the foot of the bed where I had stood so happily just five minutes before and those manicured finger nails found their way across my soles. The torture had begun in earnest.
For the next five minutes or so they worked over my entire body while I struggled hopelessly and laughed like a coyote on crack. My only retaliation was briefly biting Miss Kat on the thigh. She spat in my face for my efforts and continued tickling as I struggled and wailed into my stocking gag. Their laughing, however, was louder than mine.
After a while Mistress Mia took the gag from my mouth and asked me if I was ready to tell them who I was. I said I was ready for some water - turns out stockings make your mouth dry. I'd have settled for a glass, some ice, maybe even a slice of lime, but instead Mistress Mia swigged from a bottle and let it dribble from her mouth into mine. The point was made, even a simple drink of water had to come via her. Much as I hated the humiliation, I found her mouth so close to mine deeply erotic. She may be just a woman, but she's an incredibly beautiful one. Damned if I found myself wanting to kiss her. But second hand water was all I got. She repeated her demand to know who I was, but I've seen all the films and know what you're meant to say.
'I ain't telling you shit.'
The gag went back on and the tickling continued. For a while I thought I was going to pass out, but then it softened. I couldn't work out why until I realised Mistress Mia had left the room. Not that Miss Kat was relenting on my soles. When Mistress Mia returned she began moving furniture around. Miss Kat started to untie me, but not out of pity it turned out.
I was led by my lead to a chair where I was forced to sit. Tapes came out and were put around my chest, my hands were bound to my side and my feet were bound to the table. Lotion was also applied to my feet making them feel very, very sensitive indeed. I was very, very vulnerable. Now the gag came off, because they really wanted me to talk. When the toothbrush I had brought was put next to my cock and switched on, I decided that maybe it wouldn't hurt to tell them what they wanted to know.
'Who are you?' Mistress Mia said, smiling, knowing she was breaking me. I told her.
'Where do you work?' I told her that too.
'This is what's going to happen. We're going to make you come back to us again and again to be our tickletoy. If you don't we're going to send these pictures to your office AND post them around Manhattan.'
I really wished I hadn't brought the camera. She snapped away, laughing at me as I sat there naked and helpless to stop her.
I hoped that it was now over and they'd let me go. I was wrong. Again. It was about to get worse.
'We want to have some more fun with you now Jay, and I do believe some more girls have just arrived. I'm going to see if they want to help us deal with the guy who broke in to the Hidden Chamber. She disappeared.
Miss Kat kept me entertained by taunting me with a toothbrush. But at least it was just the one. Despite her torture of me, Miss Kat was having a real effect on me. She alone appeared to be the reason why some 2 billion people in the world suffer from a complete lack of sexiness, as she has taken far, far more than her fair share. The woman oozed sophistication from every delicious pore in her silky skin, I was beginning, as much as I was fighting it, to crave her attentions, even her torturous ones.
When she returned, Mistress Mia was with four other ladies. Battery powered toothbrushes and flossers were handed out and the nightmare began.
One girl was at each of my feet, and four stood around the chair. The toothbrushes begin to spin. I don't think I need to explain the torture that followed. I found God, and Jesus (which could be the same thing depending on religious belief of course), Buddha joined me for a while, Mohammad popped in. I laughed, struggled and screamed as they all laughed and poked, letting the brushes glide across my most sensitive areas.
'So who's superior now?' Mistress Mia taunted over the noise of the brushes and the laughter.
'You are!' I shouted back.
'Who?'
'You are Mistress Mia' I screamed as a brush found its way to my left bollock.
'Oh it's Mistress Mia is it now. I thought it was Little Mia.'
'No it's Mistress Mia, you're superior, you're superior'.
She laughed at me and made no attempt to stop the others. Eventually though, forever ended and I was cut loose. However, I was so broken by this point that I happily agreed to their next demand which felt mild by comparison. Mistress Mia flicked through her iPod and found Madonna's 'Like a Virgin'.
'Dance for us Jay, Dance. Entertain us.'
Naked, save for the dog chain around my neck, I danced like a virgin, touched for the very first time while six beautiful women looked on and continued to occasionally offer support with toothbrushes. I would have broken out my bitchingest breakdancing moves, but I was too tired.
Finally the four girls left leaving me once again to the mercy of Miss Kat and Mistress Mia. I was twitching in anticipation of more tickling, but Mistress Mia had other ideas.
I was instructed to kneel at the sofa whilst they sat down comfortably in front of me. Mistress Mia had remembered my story about the You Tube video and decided to make me eat my own words, or more precisely, eat their feet.
I was told to take off Miss Kat's heels. Trembling slightly I did as I was told. As I slipped off her heels, I was greeted by the sight of the most incredible feet peeping at me through fishnet stockings. It was as if someone had hacked into my brain and found a picture of my fantasy feet and put them on her. Her toenails were painted a deep red and were gorgeously shapely, her toes were long without being bony and unbelievably suckable. As for her arch, you could have limboed through it. I struggled to hate this woman who had humiliated me so, ruined my evening and now held so much power over me. But I found lust was creeping in and completely against my will I wanted to please her.
'Now I want you to take off Kat's fishnets,' Mistress Mia said, smiling an evil smile. I went to take them off with my hands but Miss Kat screamed, 'Don't touch me. Take them off with your teeth'.
I had no choice but to lower my head to her soft, cool thigh and take the top of her stocking in my teeth and slide it slowly down her beautifully soft leg. At her foot I was able to reposition and nuzzle the sole as I removed the entire stocking. I was getting woozy with desire.
I did the same with the other stocking and then Mistress Mia handed me some cream. 'You're going to massage our feet now little tickletoy, and you better do it how we say or you're going back to the table'.
I got a slap across the face to underline the lack of bargaining power I had. The cream was minty and felt good to the touch. I started with Mistress Mia, carefully smoothing in cream to the feet that I had only wanted to tickle. Meanwhile Miss Kat put her feet on my face, but instructed me not to lose concentration on the massage. Weak with desire and from the tickling, I did my best to massage Mistress Mia's feet and legs while Miss Kat rubbed her perfect soles over my face.
'Little foot pervert, ' Miss Kat said, 'you like that don't you?' I didn't disagree. After a while they swapped roles and Mistress Mia forced her toes into my mouth whilst I took care of Miss Kat's feet after her hard day of torturing me. They occasionally slapped me for not focusing. I gained some points for pointing out the multi-tasking was hard for men. Indeed kissing, sucking and massaging simultaneously was indeed quite trying for me, not that I really had any issues. Submission, it turns out, isn't so bad.
After I had given them their fill of massage and worship, they let me go, but only after taking my credit card and a large amount of cash from me. I have no choice but to return as they can now financially and professionally ruin me.
It wasn't the night I'd planned. Tickled to breaking point, spat on, humiliated, forced to submit and a promise of more in the future.
Best night of my life?
HELL, YEAH.
(This tale has also been posted at Max Fisch.com - http://www.maxfisch.com/thehang/sho...1103013&page=0&view=collapsed&sb=5&o=&fpart=1 )
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