Linda wasn’t about to wait long. Her urges had grown through every minute since she’d seen Sandi for the first time. Granted, her own teasing had done most of the damage. Sandi’s submissiveness caused its own urgency. The woman was the ultimate ticklee. She loved every bit of attention.
Linda began again as Sandi slept. She cleaned and fluffed her fingernails. The tips were feathery and light. She drank a bit of water and let herself calm some. But it wasn’t much. The sight of Sandi’s luscious nakedness would have raised the dead. The snail had relaxed her so completely she was almost Jell-O. But even with the relaxation her body shivered now and again as pleasure continued to shoot through each nerve. Linda knew from experience that these shivers would last for days. Her own body had done the same. The snail somehow took over and Sandi would also cum easier and more often. She would also be extremely ticklish. Linda counted on this fact more than any.
Linda drew her nails along Sandi’s left foot. All over the sole and toes. The feathery tips made her react in her sleep but only with squirming and a few quiet giggles. Sandi was too far gone for more yet. Linda intended to tickle her awake and she didn’t care how long that took. By the time Sandi woke up she’d be cumming again anyway. True to her word, Linda planned to keep Sandi entertained for the night. And it wasn’t that late yet. Sandi was in for serious pleasure. She just didn’t know it yet.
Linda explored Sandi’s body carefully. She searched out every ticklish spot the woman had. She cataloged them in her brain for later use. Sandi’s sleep was never in danger. In fact, Linda had found this the best way to explore an already ticklish woman. She wouldn’t be tense and make even the least ticklish spot more tender. This way Linda would know exactly where to tickle and how much damage she could do with her fingers and other toys. Linda was indeed one of the best. She finished her exploration after almost an hour. And then sat down to wait a bit more.
She prepared for her first assault at Sandi’s nerve endings. She laid out her tools as a surgeon would. Each one neatly arranged. Feathers, brushes, pens and anything that she knew could tease and torture. Usually Linda began at the feet and worked up. She planned to be more devious today. The snail had made every inch of Sandi’s body a raw nerve. She was screamingly ticklish over every inch. Linda decided that she would begin in the crease where Sandi’s thighs met her stomach. Stretched taut was bad enough but with the increased sensitivity this line would put her over the edge within minutes and if she continued just right, the orgasm that followed would have the force of a snail but not the slowness of it. Linda smiled wickedly. She could hardly wait.
Sandi moaned lightly and shuddered into wakefulness. She knew already she was in trouble. She tugged each limb and knew she wasn’t moving a bit. She opened her eyes and there was Linda looking at her with evil lust.
Linda wafted a feather before Sandi’s eyes. It was soft and downy. It almost looked like a dust bunny. Sandi’s eyes flew open with fear.
“Nooooooooooooooooooooooo. Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssssseeeeeeeeee.”
Linda traced the crease with very little pressure. At first Sandi felt nothing at all but Linda swept it back and forth in exactly the same pattern. Sandi’s own skin betrayed her. It seemed to jump up at the feather and the tickles increased accordingly. Linda’s ears were deaf to any pleading and soon enough light airy giggles were pouring from Sandi’s lips. The light tickle was annoying but powerful. Sandi’s sensitivity was indeed higher than ever before. Linda took the feather’s twin and traced her other crease. Sweet, luscious giggles poured from Sandi’s mouth and the volume increased slowly. Linda watched Sandi’s face with savage glee.
The tickling was doing just as Linda had thought it would. Sandi’s clitoris grew hard and peeked from between Sandi’s pearly lips. It seemed massive. It was red with heat and seemed to ache for some touch. Sticky liquid collected along Sandi’s lower lips and they began to open as her horniness grew with each light stroke. Still the giggles were the only reaction. And they were powerful. Sandi’s chest was heavy with sensation and she could feel the strokes begin to tease her nipples to hardness. Sandi’s aroma was heady. Linda’s face was right where it needed to be to get the full effect of her excitement. The strokes continued.
Sandi’s desire grew with each light stroke. Her giggles were liquid and lovely. Linda’s teasing was exquisitely painful. Sandi could feel Linda’s warm breath brushing across her clitoris and it seemed to make the button vibrate with glee. Sandi wanted more pressure. She would have welcomed a stronger tickle if it would make the itch that had developed go away. Still Linda kept the fluff moving gently. Sandi’s crease jittered and shook. Her stomach was feeling the effect of the constant giggle. Her muscles were still rubbery from the massage and the snail so the giggle was too much for her. She begged whenever she had extra breath. She threw her head from side to side. She wanted the tickling to stop or the orgasm to begin. Either would be the relief she needed.
Linda recognized the edge when Sandi reached it. A long moan would flow into a stream of giggles and then back again. She reached out with her tongue and flicked it across Sandi’s straining clitoris. Sandi screeched and shoved her pussy up. Too late. Linda’s tongue was already gone and only warm breath was there. The torture continued. So did Sandi’s agony. Soon Sandi waited for the lick. She lusted after it. Still the tickling remained the same. Light torture was leading to powerful desire. Linda snaked her tongue across the button with slow teasing rhythm.
The aroma was overpowering. Linda couldn’t stop the scent from making her crazy. Finally she was ready. She pushed just hard enough. She sucked the button between her lips and gummed it rapidly. Sandi exploded in ecstasy. She arched off the table once more and it was just as Linda knew it would be. The power of a snail without the speed of it. Sandi gushed laughter from her lungs as liquid gushed from her over excited pussy. She passed out again.
This time Linda didn’t let her alone. She tossed the fluffy feathers back on the table and sat down in the chair that Sandi’s left foot was tied to. She had a ballpoint pen in her hand and began to write her name across the helpless sole. It squirmed and Sandi belched laughter as she was torn back to awareness. Her foot wriggled too much and Linda grabbed Sandi’s toes in her hand and bent them up. Now it was flat and smooth and she wrote each letter deliberately and slowly. Sandi arched off the table and screamed to the ceiling. Every letter was a slow tickling crawl that she couldn’t bear. She couldn’t even beg for mercy. She just laughed and fought to move. Soon enough the fight ended. She was too weak. The tickling too powerful.
She lay helpless as tickles zinged through her body. Leslie had not even touched Sandi’s feet before. She had known just how ticklish Sandi was before. It didn’t matter to Linda. Her intent was pure evil. She was loving about it but Sandi’s laughter was the goal. Any other reaction was gravy. The night was young. Sandi was also. But she would be rode hard and put away wet by the time Linda was finished. Linda finished with the pen and she clucked over the now dirty soles.
“We’ll have to clean these thing. Are you ready?”
Sandi couldn’t even answer. She was still breathless from the writing. She shook her head violently but she knew it was no good to protest.
Linda squirted ice-cold toothpaste onto the sole and spread it roughly over each ink stain. She took a very firm toothbrush and scrubbed with glorious delight. Sandi screamed and went soundless immediately. The tickling was unbearable. Silent laughter threatened to rip her chest apart. And her bladder, quiet until now, began to shudder with fullness. It was too much. She didn’t know how she’d last any longer. But somehow she was still alert and aware of every tingle and zing of ticklish pleasure. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Surely this evil bitch would let her alone. She yanked at her bonds with angry strength.
Linda cleaned each bit carefully and slowly. She took a small hose and squirted very warm water over Sandi’s sole. Sandi actually felt better with this. The warmth didn’t tickle at all. But it was enough to make her bladder jitter worse than before. Sandi sucked in a breath and began to beg.
“Plllllllleeeeeeeaseeeeeeee. Linda. Stoooooooooooppppp. IIIIIIIII can’t take it. Plleeeeeeeeeeeasssssssseee.”
“Sorry, beautiful. We’ve only just begun. Would you care to choose where I tickle next?”
“NNNNNNNNNoooooooooooo. IIIIIIII can’t. Plllllllllleeeeeeeeaaaaaaassssssseeeee.”
“Too bad, dear. I’ll flip a coin.”
Linda snickered with glee. She wouldn’t have listened anyway. She had her own plans for where to go next. She knew that Sandi’s bladder was ready to explode. She could tell that Sandi was doing her best to keep control. It was time to make her lose it.
Linda added a strap across each thigh. She tightened them almost to the point of pain. She put another strap just under Sandi’s chest and tightened that as tight as it would go. Sandi’s stomach was now stretched tighter than before and even more immobile. You could have bounced a quarter off the skin. She took a section out of the massage table. Now Sandi’s butt was on the edge of the table and her legs were only supported by the backs of the chairs they were tied to. Sandi was screaming anguish. She begged for mercy with every ounce of strength. The straps made her bladder even more uncomfortable. They upped the pressure almost to unbearable. Linda stood between Sandi’s legs. She drew a delicately pointed artist’s brush from her tool table and a bottle of edible body paint.
“I’m going to practice my painting, beautiful. Try not to move.”
“SSSSSSSSSSssttttttttttttooooooopppppp.”
Linda ignored the cries and began to paint little smiley faces on Sandi’s stomach. Each touch of the brush caused her stomach to vibrate and her laughter poured out with renewed strength. Linda was cruel and drew each line carefully and slowly. Even more liquid seemed to be pouring into Sandi’s bladder and her stomach swelled with it. Sandi’s muscles tired quickly but still she held off the explosion that threatened.
The brush caused her skin to itch with delicate tingles. Her laughter was musical but strong. She would have enjoyed each touch if she could have moved. Her bonds kept her from that. Her stomach was tight and not a wrinkle graced the skin. Linda changed from smilies to long strokes and then light circles around Sandi’s navel. The pressure was agonizing and growing worse.
One more bit of delight would cause the dam to break. Linda could tell it from Sandi’s face and from the shudders of her body. She leaned down and licked Sandi’s hard clitoris with deliberate care. Sandi’s eyes flew wide and all of her attention went from the tickling to the tease. It was enough. Sandi’s bladder exploded with relief. Pee gushed out of her and shot against Linda’s pendulous breasts. Sandi moaned with joy. She shivered with eerie delight. Linda’s face took it all in. She was washed in warmth. She licked her lips as the last dribbles rolled from Sandi’s body.
Linda walked slowly to the other side of the room. She toweled herself dry and grabbed another. Sandi lay still. Giggles oozed from her as she shuddered with emptiness. She was even more relaxed than before.
She stood next to Sandi’s tearstained face. She looked deep into her beautiful eyes.
“Comfortable, dear?”
“Noooooo. Aren’t you through yet? I can’t take anymore.”
“Sweetness, if I didn’t tell you, you’re mine for the night. I hope you didn’t have any plans. I did but changed them when I saw you.’
“Thanks too much. What did I ever do to you?”
“Why nothing at all. Except for walking in here and looking like you needed this.”
“Pleeeeeeeasssssssse. I’ll do anything.
“I’m sure you will. Whatever I want. I want you to laugh, darling.”
Linda began scrubbing Sandi’s skin with the towel. The rough nap caused giggles to begin immediately. She wiped the sweat away but made more. First she cleaned her arms and then teased her way through Sandi’s armpits. She was even rougher on Sandi’s breasts and nipples.
Sandi could hardly believe how incredibly sensitive her skin had become. The snail and the tickling had made it bad but each new torture made it worse. The towel felt as if it were tearing her skin away in tiny bits. And each bit tickled more than before. Sandi sucked in a breath.
Linda toweled her dry slowly. She spent long minutes between Sandi’s legs and over her thighs. Sandi could feel another ‘o’ beginning to brew. Linda left her stomach until last.
“Hmmmmm. Seems a bit messy here. Should I clean you?”
Sandi knew what she had in mind. Her stomach was already shuddering with delight.
“Pleaaaaaaaasssssee. Let me rest.”
“Not a chance, beautiful. That paint stains if it’s left on too long.”
Linda dived down and swept her tongue along the taut skin. Giggles rolled out of Sandi with each gentle lick. And, my god, they were gentle. Linda’s tongue just skated across the paint. It would take forever to clean Sandi’s stomach.
Of course, Linda didn’t keep her hands still. She used an even lighter touch to titillate Sandi’s clit with one hand while her other danced between both breasts. Sandi’s brain shut down almost immediately. The tickling tongue kept most of her attention but each set of fingers added extreme pleasure. Sandi was glad that her bladder was empty but she knew if this lasted longer she’d squirt anything that was left. Sandi had already exploded more than was normal for her. She was surprised at her own stamina. The time passed slowly.
Linda’s fingers were soaked again already. Sandi had begun oozing almost as soon as she began to tease her clitoris. Linda’s tongue was busy but moving slowly. The giggles were growing painfully intense but even that was blunted by Linda’s fingers. She seemed to tweak just when Sandi wanted it and she had a most glorious trick that she did to Sandi’s clitoris. It was a slide press that seemed to make Sandi’s pleasure waver through every cell.
Sandi was growing thirsty. Her constant giggles and her frequent eruptions into laughter had drained her. She fought with the reactions long enough to talk.
“Linda, please, I’m thirsty. I need something……..to drink.”
Linda stopped everything for a moment. She didn’t raise her head but whispered against Sandi’s skin.
“Oh, how rude of me. Does poor baby need some wawa?”
“Yesssssssssssssss.”
Sandi felt uncomfortable with that tone. She knew somehow that she was asking for a different torment and almost wished she’d kept her mouth shut.
Linda stopped and walked quickly from the room. She returned in a few minutes. She carried with her a camelback water jug and a few new instruments of fun. One was an ordinary squirt gun and the other was a Waterpik.
“Since you need a little drink, I figure the rest of you must need water as well.”
Linda hung the camelback above the table and slipped its hose into Sandi’s mouth. She could have a drink whenever she sucked on it. Sandi immediately sucked in a mouthful of water. She was just swallowing when Linda squirted her navel with the gun. Sandi coughed laughter and water out with the same breath. She’d had some refreshment but obviously Linda planned to make her work for it.
“Hmmmmm. That worked rather well. Let’s try here.”
Linda shot an amazingly cold stream of water into Sandi’s scalding hot armpit. She shivered and giggled with excitement. It was loads better than Linda’s fingers. It was pure tickle rather than mostly tease. Sandi sucked in another small drink.
Linda stopped for a minute and plugged in the Waterpik. She sat down at Sandi’s left foot and set the switch on the device to ‘pulse’. The Waterpik had a foot pedal so now she could aim it and shoot while her other hand worked independently. She shot a pulsing stream across the ball of Sandi’s foot.
Sandi launched into laughter again. The stream seemed needle sharp and it seemed to torture one nerve at a time. Linda used the squirt gun periodically to jolt other parts but she mainly focused on Sandi’s foot. Sandi knew she as about to lose it again. Then she felt an ice-cold stream hit her clitoris. She was yanked from the edge powerfully. The water distracted her completely. She was back to square one.
The Waterpik was almost painful. But Linda knew how to brush it across the skin to make it feel like a stiff bristle. She teased each toe with the same slow movement. Sandi’s screams again bounced off the walls. And, unknown to both of them, Leslie could hear them out in the reception area. She hadn’t left as Linda had told her to. She hung around to soothe Sandi’s aches when Linda finished. She knew how much the beauty would need it. Leslie knew from the sound that Linda was pushing things harder than she usually did. She decided that Sandi probably had aches to take care of already. She dropped her magazine and headed back to the massage room.
Linda was being crueler than ever. The Waterpik seemed to urge tickles from skin that was normally not sensitive. The water pressure was extreme and nonstop. Sandi would feel the tickling swell and push her towards the edge and then Linda would squirt ice-cold water at her nipples or at her clit and tear her back from it again. Sandi’s foot grew numb and Linda switched to the other. Her foot warmed slowly and tingles of sensation grew by slow degrees. Her laughter was huge and without mercy. The tickling was continuous and unbearable. Linda was the most evil being that Sandi had ever encountered.
Sandi wanted to beg. She sucked in breath after breath only to have it forced from her in gales of maniacal laughter. Her feet had become her enemy. Her ticklishness had changed from beloved friend to terrible weakness. Sandi shook her head from side to side. She wanted the wickedness to stop. She wanted something else to happen. Her eyes were slammed shut but leaking tears.
Warm lips engulfed her rock hard nipple. She shuddered with delight and her eyes flew open. She looked down and there was Leslie. Beautiful blonde savior. She was teasing Sandi’s nipple with warm wetness. Sandi felt the edge approaching again. Linda didn’t stop her torture. But it slowly faded to nothing as Leslie used her teasing fingers to force Sandi’s awareness to change focus. Leslie’s fingers slid along Sandi’s lower lips and kept the water from hitting her. Linda tried to regain control but she could do nothing about Leslie. Sandi felt the swells of orgasm peaking once again.
Sandi was a leaf blowing in the wind of both women. She’d drift into tickling and then float back toward orgasm. The two fought for prominence within her mind. It was a battle that they’d fought before. And one that always had a satisfying ending for every participant. Linda made her tickling more cruel and yet more subtle. Leslie would lighten her touches yet increase their urgency. Sandi’s mind bordered on insanity. She couldn’t control any of the feelings that coursed through her body.
The two were wicked in combination although Leslie only had Sandi’s pleasure in mind. She knew that she had to draw out the joy more than Sandi ever expected in order to dull the tickling that Linda kept doing. One final touch was needed and Linda unknowingly caused it. She shot another extremely cold stream at the one place on Sandi’s body that was unprotected and totally erotic. She hit Sandi’s nipple with a shock of coldness and the zings of pleasure caused Sandi’s body to cramp into orgasm. She became a ball of feeling that needed to be squeezed. A lovely orange filled with joyous juice. Sandi screamed and shivered into immobility as another snail hit. One totally unexpected and even more unprepared for. The crest wave of orgasm started at her neck and rolled through her body. Sandi’s skin swelled with the crest. If you had been watching her skin would have crawled. It was as awesome as it was powerful. Sandi whimpered with delight and fell into the deepest sleep she’d ever known.
Linda began again as Sandi slept. She cleaned and fluffed her fingernails. The tips were feathery and light. She drank a bit of water and let herself calm some. But it wasn’t much. The sight of Sandi’s luscious nakedness would have raised the dead. The snail had relaxed her so completely she was almost Jell-O. But even with the relaxation her body shivered now and again as pleasure continued to shoot through each nerve. Linda knew from experience that these shivers would last for days. Her own body had done the same. The snail somehow took over and Sandi would also cum easier and more often. She would also be extremely ticklish. Linda counted on this fact more than any.
Linda drew her nails along Sandi’s left foot. All over the sole and toes. The feathery tips made her react in her sleep but only with squirming and a few quiet giggles. Sandi was too far gone for more yet. Linda intended to tickle her awake and she didn’t care how long that took. By the time Sandi woke up she’d be cumming again anyway. True to her word, Linda planned to keep Sandi entertained for the night. And it wasn’t that late yet. Sandi was in for serious pleasure. She just didn’t know it yet.
Linda explored Sandi’s body carefully. She searched out every ticklish spot the woman had. She cataloged them in her brain for later use. Sandi’s sleep was never in danger. In fact, Linda had found this the best way to explore an already ticklish woman. She wouldn’t be tense and make even the least ticklish spot more tender. This way Linda would know exactly where to tickle and how much damage she could do with her fingers and other toys. Linda was indeed one of the best. She finished her exploration after almost an hour. And then sat down to wait a bit more.
She prepared for her first assault at Sandi’s nerve endings. She laid out her tools as a surgeon would. Each one neatly arranged. Feathers, brushes, pens and anything that she knew could tease and torture. Usually Linda began at the feet and worked up. She planned to be more devious today. The snail had made every inch of Sandi’s body a raw nerve. She was screamingly ticklish over every inch. Linda decided that she would begin in the crease where Sandi’s thighs met her stomach. Stretched taut was bad enough but with the increased sensitivity this line would put her over the edge within minutes and if she continued just right, the orgasm that followed would have the force of a snail but not the slowness of it. Linda smiled wickedly. She could hardly wait.
Sandi moaned lightly and shuddered into wakefulness. She knew already she was in trouble. She tugged each limb and knew she wasn’t moving a bit. She opened her eyes and there was Linda looking at her with evil lust.
Linda wafted a feather before Sandi’s eyes. It was soft and downy. It almost looked like a dust bunny. Sandi’s eyes flew open with fear.
“Nooooooooooooooooooooooo. Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssssseeeeeeeeee.”
Linda traced the crease with very little pressure. At first Sandi felt nothing at all but Linda swept it back and forth in exactly the same pattern. Sandi’s own skin betrayed her. It seemed to jump up at the feather and the tickles increased accordingly. Linda’s ears were deaf to any pleading and soon enough light airy giggles were pouring from Sandi’s lips. The light tickle was annoying but powerful. Sandi’s sensitivity was indeed higher than ever before. Linda took the feather’s twin and traced her other crease. Sweet, luscious giggles poured from Sandi’s mouth and the volume increased slowly. Linda watched Sandi’s face with savage glee.
The tickling was doing just as Linda had thought it would. Sandi’s clitoris grew hard and peeked from between Sandi’s pearly lips. It seemed massive. It was red with heat and seemed to ache for some touch. Sticky liquid collected along Sandi’s lower lips and they began to open as her horniness grew with each light stroke. Still the giggles were the only reaction. And they were powerful. Sandi’s chest was heavy with sensation and she could feel the strokes begin to tease her nipples to hardness. Sandi’s aroma was heady. Linda’s face was right where it needed to be to get the full effect of her excitement. The strokes continued.
Sandi’s desire grew with each light stroke. Her giggles were liquid and lovely. Linda’s teasing was exquisitely painful. Sandi could feel Linda’s warm breath brushing across her clitoris and it seemed to make the button vibrate with glee. Sandi wanted more pressure. She would have welcomed a stronger tickle if it would make the itch that had developed go away. Still Linda kept the fluff moving gently. Sandi’s crease jittered and shook. Her stomach was feeling the effect of the constant giggle. Her muscles were still rubbery from the massage and the snail so the giggle was too much for her. She begged whenever she had extra breath. She threw her head from side to side. She wanted the tickling to stop or the orgasm to begin. Either would be the relief she needed.
Linda recognized the edge when Sandi reached it. A long moan would flow into a stream of giggles and then back again. She reached out with her tongue and flicked it across Sandi’s straining clitoris. Sandi screeched and shoved her pussy up. Too late. Linda’s tongue was already gone and only warm breath was there. The torture continued. So did Sandi’s agony. Soon Sandi waited for the lick. She lusted after it. Still the tickling remained the same. Light torture was leading to powerful desire. Linda snaked her tongue across the button with slow teasing rhythm.
The aroma was overpowering. Linda couldn’t stop the scent from making her crazy. Finally she was ready. She pushed just hard enough. She sucked the button between her lips and gummed it rapidly. Sandi exploded in ecstasy. She arched off the table once more and it was just as Linda knew it would be. The power of a snail without the speed of it. Sandi gushed laughter from her lungs as liquid gushed from her over excited pussy. She passed out again.
This time Linda didn’t let her alone. She tossed the fluffy feathers back on the table and sat down in the chair that Sandi’s left foot was tied to. She had a ballpoint pen in her hand and began to write her name across the helpless sole. It squirmed and Sandi belched laughter as she was torn back to awareness. Her foot wriggled too much and Linda grabbed Sandi’s toes in her hand and bent them up. Now it was flat and smooth and she wrote each letter deliberately and slowly. Sandi arched off the table and screamed to the ceiling. Every letter was a slow tickling crawl that she couldn’t bear. She couldn’t even beg for mercy. She just laughed and fought to move. Soon enough the fight ended. She was too weak. The tickling too powerful.
She lay helpless as tickles zinged through her body. Leslie had not even touched Sandi’s feet before. She had known just how ticklish Sandi was before. It didn’t matter to Linda. Her intent was pure evil. She was loving about it but Sandi’s laughter was the goal. Any other reaction was gravy. The night was young. Sandi was also. But she would be rode hard and put away wet by the time Linda was finished. Linda finished with the pen and she clucked over the now dirty soles.
“We’ll have to clean these thing. Are you ready?”
Sandi couldn’t even answer. She was still breathless from the writing. She shook her head violently but she knew it was no good to protest.
Linda squirted ice-cold toothpaste onto the sole and spread it roughly over each ink stain. She took a very firm toothbrush and scrubbed with glorious delight. Sandi screamed and went soundless immediately. The tickling was unbearable. Silent laughter threatened to rip her chest apart. And her bladder, quiet until now, began to shudder with fullness. It was too much. She didn’t know how she’d last any longer. But somehow she was still alert and aware of every tingle and zing of ticklish pleasure. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Surely this evil bitch would let her alone. She yanked at her bonds with angry strength.
Linda cleaned each bit carefully and slowly. She took a small hose and squirted very warm water over Sandi’s sole. Sandi actually felt better with this. The warmth didn’t tickle at all. But it was enough to make her bladder jitter worse than before. Sandi sucked in a breath and began to beg.
“Plllllllleeeeeeeaseeeeeeee. Linda. Stoooooooooooppppp. IIIIIIIII can’t take it. Plleeeeeeeeeeeasssssssseee.”
“Sorry, beautiful. We’ve only just begun. Would you care to choose where I tickle next?”
“NNNNNNNNNoooooooooooo. IIIIIIII can’t. Plllllllllleeeeeeeeaaaaaaassssssseeeee.”
“Too bad, dear. I’ll flip a coin.”
Linda snickered with glee. She wouldn’t have listened anyway. She had her own plans for where to go next. She knew that Sandi’s bladder was ready to explode. She could tell that Sandi was doing her best to keep control. It was time to make her lose it.
Linda added a strap across each thigh. She tightened them almost to the point of pain. She put another strap just under Sandi’s chest and tightened that as tight as it would go. Sandi’s stomach was now stretched tighter than before and even more immobile. You could have bounced a quarter off the skin. She took a section out of the massage table. Now Sandi’s butt was on the edge of the table and her legs were only supported by the backs of the chairs they were tied to. Sandi was screaming anguish. She begged for mercy with every ounce of strength. The straps made her bladder even more uncomfortable. They upped the pressure almost to unbearable. Linda stood between Sandi’s legs. She drew a delicately pointed artist’s brush from her tool table and a bottle of edible body paint.
“I’m going to practice my painting, beautiful. Try not to move.”
“SSSSSSSSSSssttttttttttttooooooopppppp.”
Linda ignored the cries and began to paint little smiley faces on Sandi’s stomach. Each touch of the brush caused her stomach to vibrate and her laughter poured out with renewed strength. Linda was cruel and drew each line carefully and slowly. Even more liquid seemed to be pouring into Sandi’s bladder and her stomach swelled with it. Sandi’s muscles tired quickly but still she held off the explosion that threatened.
The brush caused her skin to itch with delicate tingles. Her laughter was musical but strong. She would have enjoyed each touch if she could have moved. Her bonds kept her from that. Her stomach was tight and not a wrinkle graced the skin. Linda changed from smilies to long strokes and then light circles around Sandi’s navel. The pressure was agonizing and growing worse.
One more bit of delight would cause the dam to break. Linda could tell it from Sandi’s face and from the shudders of her body. She leaned down and licked Sandi’s hard clitoris with deliberate care. Sandi’s eyes flew wide and all of her attention went from the tickling to the tease. It was enough. Sandi’s bladder exploded with relief. Pee gushed out of her and shot against Linda’s pendulous breasts. Sandi moaned with joy. She shivered with eerie delight. Linda’s face took it all in. She was washed in warmth. She licked her lips as the last dribbles rolled from Sandi’s body.
Linda walked slowly to the other side of the room. She toweled herself dry and grabbed another. Sandi lay still. Giggles oozed from her as she shuddered with emptiness. She was even more relaxed than before.
She stood next to Sandi’s tearstained face. She looked deep into her beautiful eyes.
“Comfortable, dear?”
“Noooooo. Aren’t you through yet? I can’t take anymore.”
“Sweetness, if I didn’t tell you, you’re mine for the night. I hope you didn’t have any plans. I did but changed them when I saw you.’
“Thanks too much. What did I ever do to you?”
“Why nothing at all. Except for walking in here and looking like you needed this.”
“Pleeeeeeeasssssssse. I’ll do anything.
“I’m sure you will. Whatever I want. I want you to laugh, darling.”
Linda began scrubbing Sandi’s skin with the towel. The rough nap caused giggles to begin immediately. She wiped the sweat away but made more. First she cleaned her arms and then teased her way through Sandi’s armpits. She was even rougher on Sandi’s breasts and nipples.
Sandi could hardly believe how incredibly sensitive her skin had become. The snail and the tickling had made it bad but each new torture made it worse. The towel felt as if it were tearing her skin away in tiny bits. And each bit tickled more than before. Sandi sucked in a breath.
Linda toweled her dry slowly. She spent long minutes between Sandi’s legs and over her thighs. Sandi could feel another ‘o’ beginning to brew. Linda left her stomach until last.
“Hmmmmm. Seems a bit messy here. Should I clean you?”
Sandi knew what she had in mind. Her stomach was already shuddering with delight.
“Pleaaaaaaaasssssee. Let me rest.”
“Not a chance, beautiful. That paint stains if it’s left on too long.”
Linda dived down and swept her tongue along the taut skin. Giggles rolled out of Sandi with each gentle lick. And, my god, they were gentle. Linda’s tongue just skated across the paint. It would take forever to clean Sandi’s stomach.
Of course, Linda didn’t keep her hands still. She used an even lighter touch to titillate Sandi’s clit with one hand while her other danced between both breasts. Sandi’s brain shut down almost immediately. The tickling tongue kept most of her attention but each set of fingers added extreme pleasure. Sandi was glad that her bladder was empty but she knew if this lasted longer she’d squirt anything that was left. Sandi had already exploded more than was normal for her. She was surprised at her own stamina. The time passed slowly.
Linda’s fingers were soaked again already. Sandi had begun oozing almost as soon as she began to tease her clitoris. Linda’s tongue was busy but moving slowly. The giggles were growing painfully intense but even that was blunted by Linda’s fingers. She seemed to tweak just when Sandi wanted it and she had a most glorious trick that she did to Sandi’s clitoris. It was a slide press that seemed to make Sandi’s pleasure waver through every cell.
Sandi was growing thirsty. Her constant giggles and her frequent eruptions into laughter had drained her. She fought with the reactions long enough to talk.
“Linda, please, I’m thirsty. I need something……..to drink.”
Linda stopped everything for a moment. She didn’t raise her head but whispered against Sandi’s skin.
“Oh, how rude of me. Does poor baby need some wawa?”
“Yesssssssssssssss.”
Sandi felt uncomfortable with that tone. She knew somehow that she was asking for a different torment and almost wished she’d kept her mouth shut.
Linda stopped and walked quickly from the room. She returned in a few minutes. She carried with her a camelback water jug and a few new instruments of fun. One was an ordinary squirt gun and the other was a Waterpik.
“Since you need a little drink, I figure the rest of you must need water as well.”
Linda hung the camelback above the table and slipped its hose into Sandi’s mouth. She could have a drink whenever she sucked on it. Sandi immediately sucked in a mouthful of water. She was just swallowing when Linda squirted her navel with the gun. Sandi coughed laughter and water out with the same breath. She’d had some refreshment but obviously Linda planned to make her work for it.
“Hmmmmm. That worked rather well. Let’s try here.”
Linda shot an amazingly cold stream of water into Sandi’s scalding hot armpit. She shivered and giggled with excitement. It was loads better than Linda’s fingers. It was pure tickle rather than mostly tease. Sandi sucked in another small drink.
Linda stopped for a minute and plugged in the Waterpik. She sat down at Sandi’s left foot and set the switch on the device to ‘pulse’. The Waterpik had a foot pedal so now she could aim it and shoot while her other hand worked independently. She shot a pulsing stream across the ball of Sandi’s foot.
Sandi launched into laughter again. The stream seemed needle sharp and it seemed to torture one nerve at a time. Linda used the squirt gun periodically to jolt other parts but she mainly focused on Sandi’s foot. Sandi knew she as about to lose it again. Then she felt an ice-cold stream hit her clitoris. She was yanked from the edge powerfully. The water distracted her completely. She was back to square one.
The Waterpik was almost painful. But Linda knew how to brush it across the skin to make it feel like a stiff bristle. She teased each toe with the same slow movement. Sandi’s screams again bounced off the walls. And, unknown to both of them, Leslie could hear them out in the reception area. She hadn’t left as Linda had told her to. She hung around to soothe Sandi’s aches when Linda finished. She knew how much the beauty would need it. Leslie knew from the sound that Linda was pushing things harder than she usually did. She decided that Sandi probably had aches to take care of already. She dropped her magazine and headed back to the massage room.
Linda was being crueler than ever. The Waterpik seemed to urge tickles from skin that was normally not sensitive. The water pressure was extreme and nonstop. Sandi would feel the tickling swell and push her towards the edge and then Linda would squirt ice-cold water at her nipples or at her clit and tear her back from it again. Sandi’s foot grew numb and Linda switched to the other. Her foot warmed slowly and tingles of sensation grew by slow degrees. Her laughter was huge and without mercy. The tickling was continuous and unbearable. Linda was the most evil being that Sandi had ever encountered.
Sandi wanted to beg. She sucked in breath after breath only to have it forced from her in gales of maniacal laughter. Her feet had become her enemy. Her ticklishness had changed from beloved friend to terrible weakness. Sandi shook her head from side to side. She wanted the wickedness to stop. She wanted something else to happen. Her eyes were slammed shut but leaking tears.
Warm lips engulfed her rock hard nipple. She shuddered with delight and her eyes flew open. She looked down and there was Leslie. Beautiful blonde savior. She was teasing Sandi’s nipple with warm wetness. Sandi felt the edge approaching again. Linda didn’t stop her torture. But it slowly faded to nothing as Leslie used her teasing fingers to force Sandi’s awareness to change focus. Leslie’s fingers slid along Sandi’s lower lips and kept the water from hitting her. Linda tried to regain control but she could do nothing about Leslie. Sandi felt the swells of orgasm peaking once again.
Sandi was a leaf blowing in the wind of both women. She’d drift into tickling and then float back toward orgasm. The two fought for prominence within her mind. It was a battle that they’d fought before. And one that always had a satisfying ending for every participant. Linda made her tickling more cruel and yet more subtle. Leslie would lighten her touches yet increase their urgency. Sandi’s mind bordered on insanity. She couldn’t control any of the feelings that coursed through her body.
The two were wicked in combination although Leslie only had Sandi’s pleasure in mind. She knew that she had to draw out the joy more than Sandi ever expected in order to dull the tickling that Linda kept doing. One final touch was needed and Linda unknowingly caused it. She shot another extremely cold stream at the one place on Sandi’s body that was unprotected and totally erotic. She hit Sandi’s nipple with a shock of coldness and the zings of pleasure caused Sandi’s body to cramp into orgasm. She became a ball of feeling that needed to be squeezed. A lovely orange filled with joyous juice. Sandi screamed and shivered into immobility as another snail hit. One totally unexpected and even more unprepared for. The crest wave of orgasm started at her neck and rolled through her body. Sandi’s skin swelled with the crest. If you had been watching her skin would have crawled. It was as awesome as it was powerful. Sandi whimpered with delight and fell into the deepest sleep she’d ever known.
