J-Hello?
E-<excitedly>Julia? It’s me, Erica. I still can’t believe I ran into you today! It's been almost a year!
J-Yeah...it was weird seeing you without your collar.
E-Still weird for me too. My seven years with Max just ended a few months ago. Walking around a free woman is...different.
J- How is Max doing?
E-<smugly> Not so well. He went on the prowl for a new tickle slave and got caught by a guy named Tom. Hell of a tickler I’m told. Serves that bastard Max right.
J-A bit of a shame. He was always nice to me.
E-Only because he was hoping to dominate you after our term ended. If you had heard some of the things max said about you...Trust me. Him being tormented under the wiggling fingers of another guy is real justice in this case.
J-Your probably right, but I’m having a hard time wishing this fate on anyone right now.
E-<sympathetically> I know, sweetheart. How are you holding up?
J-I...I can’t lie. It's rough.
E-At least she wasn’t making you wear the slave outfit out in public. Max made me do that a lot. It was so skimpy! Might as well have been naked!
J-<bitterly> Yeah, just the collar and the leash! Mistress Amanda’s a real saint! It’s just...I...tell me, Erica, was Max a good tickler?
E-<introspectively> He could be. Thing was, he was a man. A lot of the time he’d tickle me where he wanted to touch me, not on my worst spots. And he’d often get so carried away, he’d push a bit too hard. But when he got it right...makes me shiver just remembering it!
J-Oh…
E-That damn beard of his! It was so scraggly, so rough! When he licked or kissed me, my feet, that beard would drive me absolutely crazy! I use to dream of shaving it off!
J-Amanda...mistress...she’s good...drives me insane almost every time...I…
E-I heard a rumor that your mother was going to teach her all your tickle spots. She didn’t, did she? I mean...I just can’t imagine her wanting you to suffer like that!
J-Oh I can! She was so disappointed when I didn’t end up a Dom, landing some big buck who could give her grand-babies...I think that bitch would have!
E-But she didn’t?
J-No. She wanted Mistress Amanda to agree to bring me over once a week for a visit. She wouldn’t. Seems like that was a deal-breaker.
E-Wow! Lucky break for you!
J-Not really. Mistress took me to a nurse. Seems like they have a new procedure for this kind of thing.
E-What? I hadn’t heard anything about that?
J-They strip you naked, make you lie on a bed, then give you a shot of something. The drug paralyzes you, from the neck down. You just lie there like a rag doll, absolutely helpless. Then they start.
E-<sympathetically>More tickles I supposes.
J-Yeah. They hook you up to one of those brain wave machines first. They can see exactly how much each spot tickles. You can’t fight it or try to hold back. They just know!
E-<pity> Baby…
J-Then the nurse tickles you everywhere, and I do mean everywhere! And not just once. She does it with her fingertips, her nails, feathers., brushes, all different kinds of sensations while that damn machine records it all!
E-I never…
J-Worst part is, you can’t even laugh! Your vocal cords are paralyzed too! You just lie there in ticklish agony while the nurse torments you, unable to express the suffering in any way!
E-<outraged>That should be illegal!
J-I’m a tickle slave. As long as Mistress Amanda doesn’t hurt me, damage me or do something permanent to my body like give me a tattoo, she can torment me whatever way she wants!
E-We can change the law! I’ll call my…
J-<ignoring Erica> When the nurse started tickling me, I had hair under my arms and between my legs. She and Amanda decided I was more ticklish without, so they shaved me in both places, then used this cream...I won’t be able to grow hair there for years! If it wasn’t for my boobs, I’d look...
E-How humiliating!
J-Oh god, my boobs! That nurse camped there for what seemed like hours, feathering my nipples, wiggling fingers against their underside, vibrating all over...I...I thought I’d pass out!
E-I would have.
J-Its a clinic. They have oxygen. When I got that look in my eyes, the mask would go over my mouth.
E-At least it couldn’t get worse than that.
J-No? Want to know how Mistress Amanda paid for it? She gave me to the nurse for thirty minutes.
E-I’m surprised the nurse wanted to tickle you more after that marathon session.
J-Oh, she didn’t. The nurse wanted me to give to her, and not the gift of laughter either. You see, my tongue still worked fine.
E-<outraged> You didn’t have to do that! Amanda is your mistress, not your nurse! She can’t make you do anything!
J-She didn’t. The nurse informed me what she was asking was completely voluntary. If I refused, she’d simply give Amanda a bill and go to lunch.
E- Leaving you paralyzed, with a very angry mistress who was now out a great deal of money.
J-Did I mention one of the walls was a giant window for observation covered by a thick curtain? If the mistress pulled it back, everyone in the hall could see my punishment.
E-That bitch! So I take it you…
J-Let the nurse sit on my face and told her that I loved her...orally without words.
E-No! There’s got to be…
J- Here’s the thing, Erica. I liked it! You know I’ve never had any interest in women, but when the nurse disrobed, she had this light brown skin, sleek body, the works. I've seen plenty of women naked, never cared for a second. But now...
E-Now?
J- I wanted her. As my tongue...worked its magic, I could help but think about that body. If I had suddenly control of my arms, I wouldn’t have pushed her away. I would have pulled her into my arms. I could hear her laughter, feel her hard ribs beneath by fingertips, taste her soft, flat belly as my lips vibrated over it. Even as I licked between the nurse's legs, I could imagine my mouth climbing higher, fining a per nipple and sucking as hard as I could.
E-<soothing> It’s OK, Julia. Slaves often begin to desire their master’s gender, even if they didn’t before. It’s like Stockholm Syndrome, except sexier. It’s not…
J-Her moans...I orgasm ed to the sounds of that woman’s moans, to the taste of her juices dripping down my chin! Damn it, Amanda has made me a lesbian!
E-Of course she hasn’t! The bitch is trying to brainwash you!
J-<panicked> I’m losing control! Amanda’s making me want all this! It’s only a matter of time before she breaks me, makes me want to be tickled! Makes me love her! In seven years, I’ll be wrapped around her finger. I’ll never be able to leave her...never…
E-That won’t happen! In another six years and change, you’ll be free! You’ll tell Amanda to shove it up her ass! You won’t be conditioned, like…
J- Like my dad? I think I will. I haven’t even told you the worst part yet.
E-<alarmed> There’s more?!
J-Mistress Amanda...likes it when I worship her feet.
E- That's pretty harmless. Just don’t do it!
J-I try. She punishes me. Just last week, I refused. She said then she’d worship mine. Mistress locked my feet in the device and proceeded to lick and nibble them for hours.
E-The device?
J-Like stocks, except more mobile with a few extra doohickeys. She could put my soles in the perfect position, immobilize my toes and get her mouth into every nook and cranny!
E-I take it you gave in to her.
J-Mistress ran her tongue underneath my toes and between them! She scraped her teeth against the balls of my feet and my heels! Then she...she...she started biting the pads of my big toes! My god, Erica, I howled! Howled like I was dying! Because of that damn nurse, Mistress knows every square inch of the bottoms of my feet and just how to torture them!
E-You gave in. Honestly, slaves almost always do! I mean, your master has complete control of your body! I can’t tell you some of the kinky shit Max made me do. The important thing is you fight, you resist! Sure, sometimes it was a token resistance, but it kept my mind free enough to walk away from the bastard after seven long years!
J-After I gave in, Mistress made me worship her feet, of course. Except that wasn’t all. She put a pair of those remote control vibrating panties on me while I did it.
E-I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.
J-Even as I licked her feet and sucked her toes like a good girl, she played with the controls, teasing my pussy, keeping me on edge! I came...I climaxed several times. I I…
E- That’s just biology. It doesn’t make you a lesbian!
J-<husky> As I worshiped her feet and came, those soles...started tasting better and better, her plump toes feeling better in my mouth. I worked those feet harder and harder. Every quiver of those damn panties on my clit made me...need them.
E-Biology…
J-<frantically>The first couple of orgasms took the edge off of me, but Mistress...mistress built me up to a third as I lapped at her soles like a dog would attack a gravy spill. It grew more and more intense, my body shaking hard and harder, until...until…
E-Until?
J-She stopped. Amanda pulled her feet away and shut off the panties. She said I was done. I could do whatever I wanted, except touch myself. I was free…
E-But?
J-I begged her, pleaded with Mistress to let me worship her feet for a few more minutes. I’d be good, lick better, suck harder! I’d I’d...She agreed of course. I licked and sucked, and she turned the panties back on, let me finish.
E--<tearfully> Oh baby…
J- Afterwards, I just lay in my bed, wondering...wondering how much of that desire came from the panties and how much from me? Maybe I really wanted mistress’s feet after all…
E- Orgasmic Indoctrination. That’s normally a thing that affects men. I had no idea a woman could have it so bad.
J-Next time she asks me to worship her feet, I will. I won’t be able to stop myself.
E-And the tickling?
J-I...I hate it so much! But...but it turns me on...always has. Most of our sessions end with me cumming. Sometimes...if it's been a few days...I wonder if mistress will punish me...and that thought is becoming...less and less horrible…
E-You’re right. Julia, you will never resist this woman for seven years. She...she will own you forever.
J-<tearfully>I feel like I’m losing my soul!
E-I’ll get you out of this! I swear it, Julia!
J-How Erica? Mistress owns me! She has the law on her side! I am her tickle slave. Nothing can change that, not until the seven years are over. And I’ll never last that long.
E-I’ll think of something. Maybe I have a favor or two I can call in.
E-<excitedly>Julia? It’s me, Erica. I still can’t believe I ran into you today! It's been almost a year!
J-Yeah...it was weird seeing you without your collar.
E-Still weird for me too. My seven years with Max just ended a few months ago. Walking around a free woman is...different.
J- How is Max doing?
E-<smugly> Not so well. He went on the prowl for a new tickle slave and got caught by a guy named Tom. Hell of a tickler I’m told. Serves that bastard Max right.
J-A bit of a shame. He was always nice to me.
E-Only because he was hoping to dominate you after our term ended. If you had heard some of the things max said about you...Trust me. Him being tormented under the wiggling fingers of another guy is real justice in this case.
J-Your probably right, but I’m having a hard time wishing this fate on anyone right now.
E-<sympathetically> I know, sweetheart. How are you holding up?
J-I...I can’t lie. It's rough.
E-At least she wasn’t making you wear the slave outfit out in public. Max made me do that a lot. It was so skimpy! Might as well have been naked!
J-<bitterly> Yeah, just the collar and the leash! Mistress Amanda’s a real saint! It’s just...I...tell me, Erica, was Max a good tickler?
E-<introspectively> He could be. Thing was, he was a man. A lot of the time he’d tickle me where he wanted to touch me, not on my worst spots. And he’d often get so carried away, he’d push a bit too hard. But when he got it right...makes me shiver just remembering it!
J-Oh…
E-That damn beard of his! It was so scraggly, so rough! When he licked or kissed me, my feet, that beard would drive me absolutely crazy! I use to dream of shaving it off!
J-Amanda...mistress...she’s good...drives me insane almost every time...I…
E-I heard a rumor that your mother was going to teach her all your tickle spots. She didn’t, did she? I mean...I just can’t imagine her wanting you to suffer like that!
J-Oh I can! She was so disappointed when I didn’t end up a Dom, landing some big buck who could give her grand-babies...I think that bitch would have!
E-But she didn’t?
J-No. She wanted Mistress Amanda to agree to bring me over once a week for a visit. She wouldn’t. Seems like that was a deal-breaker.
E-Wow! Lucky break for you!
J-Not really. Mistress took me to a nurse. Seems like they have a new procedure for this kind of thing.
E-What? I hadn’t heard anything about that?
J-They strip you naked, make you lie on a bed, then give you a shot of something. The drug paralyzes you, from the neck down. You just lie there like a rag doll, absolutely helpless. Then they start.
E-<sympathetically>More tickles I supposes.
J-Yeah. They hook you up to one of those brain wave machines first. They can see exactly how much each spot tickles. You can’t fight it or try to hold back. They just know!
E-<pity> Baby…
J-Then the nurse tickles you everywhere, and I do mean everywhere! And not just once. She does it with her fingertips, her nails, feathers., brushes, all different kinds of sensations while that damn machine records it all!
E-I never…
J-Worst part is, you can’t even laugh! Your vocal cords are paralyzed too! You just lie there in ticklish agony while the nurse torments you, unable to express the suffering in any way!
E-<outraged>That should be illegal!
J-I’m a tickle slave. As long as Mistress Amanda doesn’t hurt me, damage me or do something permanent to my body like give me a tattoo, she can torment me whatever way she wants!
E-We can change the law! I’ll call my…
J-<ignoring Erica> When the nurse started tickling me, I had hair under my arms and between my legs. She and Amanda decided I was more ticklish without, so they shaved me in both places, then used this cream...I won’t be able to grow hair there for years! If it wasn’t for my boobs, I’d look...
E-How humiliating!
J-Oh god, my boobs! That nurse camped there for what seemed like hours, feathering my nipples, wiggling fingers against their underside, vibrating all over...I...I thought I’d pass out!
E-I would have.
J-Its a clinic. They have oxygen. When I got that look in my eyes, the mask would go over my mouth.
E-At least it couldn’t get worse than that.
J-No? Want to know how Mistress Amanda paid for it? She gave me to the nurse for thirty minutes.
E-I’m surprised the nurse wanted to tickle you more after that marathon session.
J-Oh, she didn’t. The nurse wanted me to give to her, and not the gift of laughter either. You see, my tongue still worked fine.
E-<outraged> You didn’t have to do that! Amanda is your mistress, not your nurse! She can’t make you do anything!
J-She didn’t. The nurse informed me what she was asking was completely voluntary. If I refused, she’d simply give Amanda a bill and go to lunch.
E- Leaving you paralyzed, with a very angry mistress who was now out a great deal of money.
J-Did I mention one of the walls was a giant window for observation covered by a thick curtain? If the mistress pulled it back, everyone in the hall could see my punishment.
E-That bitch! So I take it you…
J-Let the nurse sit on my face and told her that I loved her...orally without words.
E-No! There’s got to be…
J- Here’s the thing, Erica. I liked it! You know I’ve never had any interest in women, but when the nurse disrobed, she had this light brown skin, sleek body, the works. I've seen plenty of women naked, never cared for a second. But now...
E-Now?
J- I wanted her. As my tongue...worked its magic, I could help but think about that body. If I had suddenly control of my arms, I wouldn’t have pushed her away. I would have pulled her into my arms. I could hear her laughter, feel her hard ribs beneath by fingertips, taste her soft, flat belly as my lips vibrated over it. Even as I licked between the nurse's legs, I could imagine my mouth climbing higher, fining a per nipple and sucking as hard as I could.
E-<soothing> It’s OK, Julia. Slaves often begin to desire their master’s gender, even if they didn’t before. It’s like Stockholm Syndrome, except sexier. It’s not…
J-Her moans...I orgasm ed to the sounds of that woman’s moans, to the taste of her juices dripping down my chin! Damn it, Amanda has made me a lesbian!
E-Of course she hasn’t! The bitch is trying to brainwash you!
J-<panicked> I’m losing control! Amanda’s making me want all this! It’s only a matter of time before she breaks me, makes me want to be tickled! Makes me love her! In seven years, I’ll be wrapped around her finger. I’ll never be able to leave her...never…
E-That won’t happen! In another six years and change, you’ll be free! You’ll tell Amanda to shove it up her ass! You won’t be conditioned, like…
J- Like my dad? I think I will. I haven’t even told you the worst part yet.
E-<alarmed> There’s more?!
J-Mistress Amanda...likes it when I worship her feet.
E- That's pretty harmless. Just don’t do it!
J-I try. She punishes me. Just last week, I refused. She said then she’d worship mine. Mistress locked my feet in the device and proceeded to lick and nibble them for hours.
E-The device?
J-Like stocks, except more mobile with a few extra doohickeys. She could put my soles in the perfect position, immobilize my toes and get her mouth into every nook and cranny!
E-I take it you gave in to her.
J-Mistress ran her tongue underneath my toes and between them! She scraped her teeth against the balls of my feet and my heels! Then she...she...she started biting the pads of my big toes! My god, Erica, I howled! Howled like I was dying! Because of that damn nurse, Mistress knows every square inch of the bottoms of my feet and just how to torture them!
E-You gave in. Honestly, slaves almost always do! I mean, your master has complete control of your body! I can’t tell you some of the kinky shit Max made me do. The important thing is you fight, you resist! Sure, sometimes it was a token resistance, but it kept my mind free enough to walk away from the bastard after seven long years!
J-After I gave in, Mistress made me worship her feet, of course. Except that wasn’t all. She put a pair of those remote control vibrating panties on me while I did it.
E-I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.
J-Even as I licked her feet and sucked her toes like a good girl, she played with the controls, teasing my pussy, keeping me on edge! I came...I climaxed several times. I I…
E- That’s just biology. It doesn’t make you a lesbian!
J-<husky> As I worshiped her feet and came, those soles...started tasting better and better, her plump toes feeling better in my mouth. I worked those feet harder and harder. Every quiver of those damn panties on my clit made me...need them.
E-Biology…
J-<frantically>The first couple of orgasms took the edge off of me, but Mistress...mistress built me up to a third as I lapped at her soles like a dog would attack a gravy spill. It grew more and more intense, my body shaking hard and harder, until...until…
E-Until?
J-She stopped. Amanda pulled her feet away and shut off the panties. She said I was done. I could do whatever I wanted, except touch myself. I was free…
E-But?
J-I begged her, pleaded with Mistress to let me worship her feet for a few more minutes. I’d be good, lick better, suck harder! I’d I’d...She agreed of course. I licked and sucked, and she turned the panties back on, let me finish.
E--<tearfully> Oh baby…
J- Afterwards, I just lay in my bed, wondering...wondering how much of that desire came from the panties and how much from me? Maybe I really wanted mistress’s feet after all…
E- Orgasmic Indoctrination. That’s normally a thing that affects men. I had no idea a woman could have it so bad.
J-Next time she asks me to worship her feet, I will. I won’t be able to stop myself.
E-And the tickling?
J-I...I hate it so much! But...but it turns me on...always has. Most of our sessions end with me cumming. Sometimes...if it's been a few days...I wonder if mistress will punish me...and that thought is becoming...less and less horrible…
E-You’re right. Julia, you will never resist this woman for seven years. She...she will own you forever.
J-<tearfully>I feel like I’m losing my soul!
E-I’ll get you out of this! I swear it, Julia!
J-How Erica? Mistress owns me! She has the law on her side! I am her tickle slave. Nothing can change that, not until the seven years are over. And I’ll never last that long.
E-I’ll think of something. Maybe I have a favor or two I can call in.
Looking forward to part three.
