yatsabel
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Tickler Rose: Rites of Passage
Allison arrived at Ms. Chabeau’s office at the end of the day.
She wore a grey pantsuit with a white blouse. Her auburn hair was tied back in a neat ponytail. Black no-nonsense frames rested on her nose in front of her subtle green eyes. In all manners, she looked the part of the quintessential accountant.
Chastity Chabeau sized up Allison discreetly. Her assistant was lithe but not fit. Too many hours in the office didn't help. She was a quiet person in general but there were hints of fire that would burst forth from her from time to time hinting there was something else beyond her reserved demeanor.
The office was minimalist. There was a huge desk, free of clutter, an office chair was behind the desk and two chairs were set in front of the desk. Aside from a couch along the wall, the room was rather bare.
Chastity motioned for Allison to take a seat.
Allison obeyed but was noticeably anxious.
"Let's cut to the chase," Chastity said stepping in front of the desk and sitting on a chair next to Allison instead of behind the desk. "Have you heard of the Tickler Rose?"
"Of course," Allison answered as if she had been asked a question regarding the depreciation of an asset. "She is a high-profile cat burglar. She tickle tortures her victims for information. She’s never been caught. She has a reputation for robbing the high profile rich. Has she threatened you? Has she stolen from us?"
Chastity was impressed with her knowledge and her fervent loyalty.
"I'll be direct. I am the Tickler Rose. I steal to finance this charity. I target those beyond the law and use their wealth for a good cause."
"You?!" Allison jumped in her seat in surprise. "They say the Ticker Rose is a sort of ninja. She reportedly has pink hair. Some suggest she is spec ops. Maybe armed forces."
"You know more than most,” Chastity admitted. “There’s a price to pay to be fit enough to do the sort of things the Ticker Rose does. Pink hair is simply a wig to not give them a clue as to my real hair color and distract them from my other features. As for the rumors and the mystery surrounding me, many victims don't report anything to avoid incriminating themselves. Whatever the case, I want there to be fear out there.”
"Then you really are the Tickler Rose," Allison stated.
Chastity could sense Allison was nervous and decided a simple nod was enough.
Allison’s quick mind turned the concept over in her mind. "And now that you have revealed that information to me, you can't just take it back."
"I can to a certain extent,” Chastity explained coolly. “That is your choice now. It will be up to me later if you continue to learn more of the Tickler Rose."
Chastity held out her two fists and opened them revealing a different colored dart in each palm. One dart was blue and the other was pink.
"If you regret learning this information and fear for your life or feel this is not what you want to get involved with, take the blue dart and prick the back of your hand. I'll take you home, put you to bed and you'll wake up with no recollection of the evening.
“On the other hand, you may elect to take the pink one. If you do, prick the back of your hand with that dart and I will take that as a confirmation that I have your full consent to initiate you as I was once initiated.”
Allison looked at the darts nervously, but Chastity knew curiosity was rushing through her mind, pushing her to know more.
“You or I can still decide later to have you take the blue dart,” Chastity continued to explain, “but you will obey my every order and you will endure whatever test you are submitted to without question.”
Allison hesitated only a moment.
“I want to know more,” the accountant said, taking the pink dart. “What will the pink one do?”
“It will enhance your senses,” Chastity promised.
“I really want to know more,” Allison said, taking the dart and preparing to prick the back of her hand. “I trust you.”
She felt a prick as the dart broke her skin, but she only felt a hint of momentary pain.
“I don't feel any different,” Allison said.
“You will,” Chastity said, putting away the blue dart before giving her first command. “Stand up."
Allison obeyed.
“Now remove your clothing,” Chastity added.
“Excuse me?” Allison asked, surprised at the request.
“You said you would obey without question,” Chastity scolded. “Obey.”
Allison nodded. “True.”
She stepped out of her heels, then out of her pants, and then she proceeded to remove her blouse. She folded her clothes neatly and placed them on the chair.
She wore a cute polka dot pattern underwear.
“I wasn't expecting anyone to see me in my underwear today,” Allison said blushing slightly.
“Don't worry, you'll take that off in a moment,” Chastity said circling the accountant.
Allison felt somewhat embarrassed at the unexpected attention.
“You are softer than I thought,” Chastity said. “Slim and thin, but not fit and athletic. Pale as a ghost.”
“I spend my time buried in the books. Surrounded by numbers and figures. I don't get out much,” Allison explained.
“No need to explain. I know where you spend your time,” Chastity said, making mental notes. “Ok. Underwear off. Put this on.”
Chastity handed Allison a black unitard. The fabric was rather thick for a unitard but it felt flexible and protective. Chastity looked away granting a hint of privacy while Allison stripped naked and then stepped into the unitard.
The garment covered Allison's neck to her wrists and then down to her ankles. It was tight, yet it was slick and it allowed a full range of movement.
“What you are wearing is one of a kind,” Chastity explained. “The fabric will auto-adjust to your body temperature. You won't get hot in the hottest environment and you won't get cold. It won't get wet. It won't easily tear. Most blades won't cut it and it will absorb the impact of most low-caliber bullets. No reason to go and take a bullet, but you are protected as if you wore body armor. Stretch out. You have a full range of movement.”
Allison stretched and experimented in the suit. It felt as if she did not have anything on at all.
“You’re stiff as I expected. That will need some work,” Chastity observed more for her own benefit than for Allison’s. Chastity then placed some black metal bands over Allison’s wrists and ankles, closing them tight. “Traction cuffs. Used for scaling vertical surfaces. I can override it for other purposes.”
“Other purposes?” Allison asked.
“We said, no questions,” Chastity gently admonished. “Hop on to the desk.”
Allison obeyed. Chastity pulled both of Allison’s arms over to one end of the desk and gently laid her assistant down on the desk. Chastity pressed the cuffs to the desk and with a click and a hum, they firmly adhered to the desk.
Chastity took Allison’s ankles and spread them to the edges of the desk and pressed again.
Allison was trapped and she gently pulled on her bonds realizing she was not going anywhere.
“The unitard is better than any kind of body armor in every sense except one,” Chastity explained. “To the light touch, it is extremely vulnerable.”
“How does that make it worse than body armor?” Allison asked.
“I will ask the questions, curious one,” Chastity scolded. “Here is an important question: are you ticklish?”
Allison gulped nervously but answered without hesitation. “Yes. Feet, ribs, underarms. Pretty bad”.
“The suit will make you more,” Chastity remarked, circling the desk and instinctively studying Allison’s soles and vulnerable spots. “The pink dart contains a neuro amplifier. Your body is now extremely vulnerable to tickling.”
Allison looked noticeably anxious.
“I am sorry for what I am about to do," Chastity apologized, "but I need you at your most vulnerable and I need to know you won't cave or betray me under duress. I must be frank. Few resist. You can ask to stop at any moment, and I will. I will prick you with a blue dart. I'll take you home and when you wake up you will have no memory of this. Do you still want to proceed?"
Allison took a deep breath.
"Hit me with your best shot, boss."
* * * * *
Allison's heart skipped a beat when her boss mentioned the Tickler Rose. She had dug up every last mention of the mysterious cat burglar in the news or on the web.
Allison was ticklish and secretly loved being tickled. She had fantasies of being bound and tickled against her will. Her serious no-nonsense business persona melted away in a moment with a handful of fingers probing her ribs or underarms.
She loved to leave her bare feet out and vulnerable. A furtive tickle would give her a thrill. A more serious tickle made her horny.
None of her friends or romantic partners seemed to really notice or exploit it.
Now, she was laid out vulnerable and about to be tickled in earnest by a relentless and skilled tickler.
Alison swooned in anticipation.
“I will start gently,” Chastity said removing a large white feather from a case, “but I will not hold back.”
The feather started on her sole gently and Allison instantly jerked violently and spontaneously guffawed out loud.
“Well!” Allison gasped. “That is different.”
She felt warm under the unitard collar despite the garment's cooling features.
"For the ticklish, TK-19 simply amplifies reactions. A twitch becomes a jerk, a giggle, a gale of laughter. Resistance is gone. There is no holding it in."
The feather danced up and down her soles. Sometimes the soft feathered end, sometimes the hard quill end. Hysterical laughter ensued and desperate violent jerking.
Chastity set the feather aside and her fingers now crept up her legs.
The unitard offered no protection whatsoever. If anything, it was as Chastity had promised: she was even more ticklish with the unitard. Chastity teased the tops of Allison’s kneecaps and when the knees locked she reached behind to run her fingers along the back of the knees.
It was excruciating and maddening the sensations. Allison was at Chastity’s mercy and as the tickling progressed so did her sensitivity. She screamed and shook violently at the sensations and reactions she could not control.
Allison gave into the sensations and accepted the excruciating and overwhelming sensations of the tickling. She felt tortured but at the same time, she felt a sort of relief in giving up control and letting the reactions flow through her body at Chastity’s will.
Her ribs and underarms were many times more ticklish than normal and Chastity attacked them with gusto. Chastity probed Allison’s deep navel through the fabric, gently yet firmly tugging at the edges of the navel and twirling her finger within. When it seemed it could not be worse, Chastity buried her face into Allison’s soft belly and blew hard while she simultaneously explored her ribcage with her nails. No one had ever tickled her this way and she had never been this ticklish. She shook and screamed and laughed in a frenzy threatening to break free from her bonds.
Chastity continued moving up Allison’s body dancing her fingers around her breasts and stimulating through the unitard fabric her now extremely ticklish nipples which grew hard and stiff under the stimulation making them even more sensitive.
Allison likely would have felt embarrassed at this point, but she had given in to the stimulation and the expert tickling of her nipples was more something to admire rather than to be self-conscious of.
“You can stop this. You just need to say ‘stop’ and I will end this immediately.”
“No, no, I can take it,” Allison gasped her face glistening with sweat. Her body was dry thanks to the unitard’s self-cooling nature.
“There is still more,” Chastity said moving to Allison’s neck.
The neck was already a ticklish area and Chastity’s nails exploited it even more. Allison’s head swung to the sides violently, but there was no way to protect against the tickling. When she tried to pin a hand to one side with her head in the futile attempt to keep the fingers still, Chastity attacked the bare and exposed side of her neck nibbling with her mouth rivaling the voracity of a blood-sucking vampire. Allison’s eyes went wide with disbelief as the ticklish sensations mixed with the sensual sensitivity of her neck.
Allison’s laughter became more desperate, more hoarse, and more uncontrolled. But she did not give in. She would not give in.
Chastity turned Allison’s head to one side. There was no resistance anymore. No anticipation either. Allison was accepting all that was happening to her and letting her body react. Chastity nibbled her ear and Allison’s eyes rolled up as she felt aroused and extremely ticklish at the same time. She screamed at the sensations overwhelming her.
Allison shook violently and was hoarse now as Chastity stood up.
Chastity’s face was expressionless. She was professional. She was doing a job. She neither relished nor did she appear to feel any pity for Allison’s predicament.
“Are we done?” Allison croaked weakly.
“Not quite,” Chastity responded returning to the bottom of the table where she had begun with the feather perhaps minutes ago. To Allison, it might have already been hours.
Allison’s thrashing had grown weak now and she could not resist Chastity taking hold of her foot firmly.
Chastity studied Allison’s well-kept toenails seemingly admiring the pink polish.
Before Allison could say anything, Chastity took the toes to her mouth and nibbled the toes her teeth grazing the side and the soles. Her warm tongue probed in between the toes creeping in and out.
The mix of sensuality and sensitivity had Allison screaming as tears flowed down her eyes.
“Ask me to stop,” Chastity commanded.
“Never,” Allison shouted between screams with absolute determination despite her body clearly reaching its physical limits.
Any part of Allison’s body was now as sensitive as it could possibly be. Chastity went up and down tickling fanatically showing absolutely no mercy.
At some point, it had been too much and despite all her efforts to continue, Allison saw her vision fade to blackness and to oblivion.
* * * * *
Chastity was impressed.
Her accountant lay unconscious from sensorial overload. She no longer reacted to her fingers that tickled her now unresponsive soles.
Allison was ticklish like few and she could take all Chastity could dish out. She showed exceptional willpower and likely even enjoyed the tickling to a certain point.
Chastity released the bands on Allison’s wrists and ankles and gently lifted Allison from the desk and took her to the more comfortable couch.
Chastity thought back to her own initiation and watched Allison with admiration for many long minutes before the young woman regained consciousness.
“Did I pass? Did I give in?” Allison stirred and woke with a start. “I certainly did not mean it if I did. You're not going to prick me with the blue dart?”
“You did fine,” Chastity said with a smile. “You wouldn’t remember a thing had I given you the blue dart.”
“I am exhausted,” Allison said stretching her aching body. “Are we done?”
“Not quite,” Chastity said. “I need one last test. I need to test your resourcefulness under duress. I have tested your resistance under duress. Now I need to know if you have the killer instinct.”
“How is this test?” Allison asked.
“I have studied a technique that has allowed me to mask my own ticklishness. I can resist almost anywhere now if I concentrate. Now there is a spot. A spot of no resistance that I protect and keep secret above all things. No technique in the world can protect me from that spot getting properly tickled.”
Chastity kicked off her shoes and before jumping on the desk, she took out an hourglass from a drawer. She sat crosslegged, barefoot and she calmly closed her eyes.
“You have five minutes to tickle me any way you wish. If you fail to tickle me to laughter, you’ll get the blue dart no matter how good you were at receiving punishment. I need you to give as good as you take.”
Chastity began to breathe deeply and counted her breaths knowing exactly how many she would take in those five minutes. Allison approached and started immediately to explore. Feet and underarms were tickled first. Allison became more assertive as she progressed and she was not timid. She gently pulled Chasity from the cross-legged position placing her prone. Her eager fingers traced and examined her back, her butt, and her crotch without hesitation, but without reaction. In a minute, one can explore quite a bit and Allison seemed to have covered all the possible ticklish spots. Allison would need to hit the spot just right and she’d have to use every second she had to systemically explore those spots.
After the second minute, it seemed as if Allison had given up.
The third went by and as Chastity counted the fourth minute and realized Allison was no longer searching, she knew that there was no way she’d find the spot. It was to be a blue dart. What a shame!
Chastity could hear Allison moving about the room, but she was no longer trying to tickle her.
Four minutes and thirty seconds in, Chastity felt sharp pain in her right buttock.
She knew it was a dart and she resisted smiling. Clever girl!
Her feet, insensitive just moments ago were now ticklish as could be. Chastity screamed and laughed as Allison raked her fingers on her soles. She laughed like she had not laughed in years and relished in the feeling. She could have kicked Allison and with a timely blow knocked her senseless, she could have engaged in a tickle fight that she would certainly no doubt win, no matter her ticklishness, or she could have wrested her feet away and simply ended the exercise.
Instead, she let Allison tickle her well beyond the five minutes and Chastity savored the moment.
Chastity pitied the non-ticklish who couldn’t feel this sensation of abandon.
“I cheated,” Allison said sheepishly showing Chastity a dart gun. “I rummaged through your things looking for pink darts and found this. I figured the pink dot on the safety was for pink darts and I pulled the trigger aiming for your butt with the hope that if I was wrong, I was not headed for a lawsuit.”
“You did well,” Chastity said. “You accomplished the mission that had a solution by resolving it in a clever way.”
“Are we done?” Allison asked giving Chastity a playful tickle to her bare soles.
Chastity laughed before replying. “My dear, we have only just begun..:.”
Other Tickler Rose Stories
Legend of the Ticker Rose
Allison arrived at Ms. Chabeau’s office at the end of the day.
She wore a grey pantsuit with a white blouse. Her auburn hair was tied back in a neat ponytail. Black no-nonsense frames rested on her nose in front of her subtle green eyes. In all manners, she looked the part of the quintessential accountant.
Chastity Chabeau sized up Allison discreetly. Her assistant was lithe but not fit. Too many hours in the office didn't help. She was a quiet person in general but there were hints of fire that would burst forth from her from time to time hinting there was something else beyond her reserved demeanor.
The office was minimalist. There was a huge desk, free of clutter, an office chair was behind the desk and two chairs were set in front of the desk. Aside from a couch along the wall, the room was rather bare.
Chastity motioned for Allison to take a seat.
Allison obeyed but was noticeably anxious.
"Let's cut to the chase," Chastity said stepping in front of the desk and sitting on a chair next to Allison instead of behind the desk. "Have you heard of the Tickler Rose?"
"Of course," Allison answered as if she had been asked a question regarding the depreciation of an asset. "She is a high-profile cat burglar. She tickle tortures her victims for information. She’s never been caught. She has a reputation for robbing the high profile rich. Has she threatened you? Has she stolen from us?"
Chastity was impressed with her knowledge and her fervent loyalty.
"I'll be direct. I am the Tickler Rose. I steal to finance this charity. I target those beyond the law and use their wealth for a good cause."
"You?!" Allison jumped in her seat in surprise. "They say the Ticker Rose is a sort of ninja. She reportedly has pink hair. Some suggest she is spec ops. Maybe armed forces."
"You know more than most,” Chastity admitted. “There’s a price to pay to be fit enough to do the sort of things the Ticker Rose does. Pink hair is simply a wig to not give them a clue as to my real hair color and distract them from my other features. As for the rumors and the mystery surrounding me, many victims don't report anything to avoid incriminating themselves. Whatever the case, I want there to be fear out there.”
"Then you really are the Tickler Rose," Allison stated.
Chastity could sense Allison was nervous and decided a simple nod was enough.
Allison’s quick mind turned the concept over in her mind. "And now that you have revealed that information to me, you can't just take it back."
"I can to a certain extent,” Chastity explained coolly. “That is your choice now. It will be up to me later if you continue to learn more of the Tickler Rose."
Chastity held out her two fists and opened them revealing a different colored dart in each palm. One dart was blue and the other was pink.
"If you regret learning this information and fear for your life or feel this is not what you want to get involved with, take the blue dart and prick the back of your hand. I'll take you home, put you to bed and you'll wake up with no recollection of the evening.
“On the other hand, you may elect to take the pink one. If you do, prick the back of your hand with that dart and I will take that as a confirmation that I have your full consent to initiate you as I was once initiated.”
Allison looked at the darts nervously, but Chastity knew curiosity was rushing through her mind, pushing her to know more.
“You or I can still decide later to have you take the blue dart,” Chastity continued to explain, “but you will obey my every order and you will endure whatever test you are submitted to without question.”
Allison hesitated only a moment.
“I want to know more,” the accountant said, taking the pink dart. “What will the pink one do?”
“It will enhance your senses,” Chastity promised.
“I really want to know more,” Allison said, taking the dart and preparing to prick the back of her hand. “I trust you.”
She felt a prick as the dart broke her skin, but she only felt a hint of momentary pain.
“I don't feel any different,” Allison said.
“You will,” Chastity said, putting away the blue dart before giving her first command. “Stand up."
Allison obeyed.
“Now remove your clothing,” Chastity added.
“Excuse me?” Allison asked, surprised at the request.
“You said you would obey without question,” Chastity scolded. “Obey.”
Allison nodded. “True.”
She stepped out of her heels, then out of her pants, and then she proceeded to remove her blouse. She folded her clothes neatly and placed them on the chair.
She wore a cute polka dot pattern underwear.
“I wasn't expecting anyone to see me in my underwear today,” Allison said blushing slightly.
“Don't worry, you'll take that off in a moment,” Chastity said circling the accountant.
Allison felt somewhat embarrassed at the unexpected attention.
“You are softer than I thought,” Chastity said. “Slim and thin, but not fit and athletic. Pale as a ghost.”
“I spend my time buried in the books. Surrounded by numbers and figures. I don't get out much,” Allison explained.
“No need to explain. I know where you spend your time,” Chastity said, making mental notes. “Ok. Underwear off. Put this on.”
Chastity handed Allison a black unitard. The fabric was rather thick for a unitard but it felt flexible and protective. Chastity looked away granting a hint of privacy while Allison stripped naked and then stepped into the unitard.
The garment covered Allison's neck to her wrists and then down to her ankles. It was tight, yet it was slick and it allowed a full range of movement.
“What you are wearing is one of a kind,” Chastity explained. “The fabric will auto-adjust to your body temperature. You won't get hot in the hottest environment and you won't get cold. It won't get wet. It won't easily tear. Most blades won't cut it and it will absorb the impact of most low-caliber bullets. No reason to go and take a bullet, but you are protected as if you wore body armor. Stretch out. You have a full range of movement.”
Allison stretched and experimented in the suit. It felt as if she did not have anything on at all.
“You’re stiff as I expected. That will need some work,” Chastity observed more for her own benefit than for Allison’s. Chastity then placed some black metal bands over Allison’s wrists and ankles, closing them tight. “Traction cuffs. Used for scaling vertical surfaces. I can override it for other purposes.”
“Other purposes?” Allison asked.
“We said, no questions,” Chastity gently admonished. “Hop on to the desk.”
Allison obeyed. Chastity pulled both of Allison’s arms over to one end of the desk and gently laid her assistant down on the desk. Chastity pressed the cuffs to the desk and with a click and a hum, they firmly adhered to the desk.
Chastity took Allison’s ankles and spread them to the edges of the desk and pressed again.
Allison was trapped and she gently pulled on her bonds realizing she was not going anywhere.
“The unitard is better than any kind of body armor in every sense except one,” Chastity explained. “To the light touch, it is extremely vulnerable.”
“How does that make it worse than body armor?” Allison asked.
“I will ask the questions, curious one,” Chastity scolded. “Here is an important question: are you ticklish?”
Allison gulped nervously but answered without hesitation. “Yes. Feet, ribs, underarms. Pretty bad”.
“The suit will make you more,” Chastity remarked, circling the desk and instinctively studying Allison’s soles and vulnerable spots. “The pink dart contains a neuro amplifier. Your body is now extremely vulnerable to tickling.”
Allison looked noticeably anxious.
“I am sorry for what I am about to do," Chastity apologized, "but I need you at your most vulnerable and I need to know you won't cave or betray me under duress. I must be frank. Few resist. You can ask to stop at any moment, and I will. I will prick you with a blue dart. I'll take you home and when you wake up you will have no memory of this. Do you still want to proceed?"
Allison took a deep breath.
"Hit me with your best shot, boss."
* * * * *
Allison's heart skipped a beat when her boss mentioned the Tickler Rose. She had dug up every last mention of the mysterious cat burglar in the news or on the web.
Allison was ticklish and secretly loved being tickled. She had fantasies of being bound and tickled against her will. Her serious no-nonsense business persona melted away in a moment with a handful of fingers probing her ribs or underarms.
She loved to leave her bare feet out and vulnerable. A furtive tickle would give her a thrill. A more serious tickle made her horny.
None of her friends or romantic partners seemed to really notice or exploit it.
Now, she was laid out vulnerable and about to be tickled in earnest by a relentless and skilled tickler.
Alison swooned in anticipation.
“I will start gently,” Chastity said removing a large white feather from a case, “but I will not hold back.”
The feather started on her sole gently and Allison instantly jerked violently and spontaneously guffawed out loud.
“Well!” Allison gasped. “That is different.”
She felt warm under the unitard collar despite the garment's cooling features.
"For the ticklish, TK-19 simply amplifies reactions. A twitch becomes a jerk, a giggle, a gale of laughter. Resistance is gone. There is no holding it in."
The feather danced up and down her soles. Sometimes the soft feathered end, sometimes the hard quill end. Hysterical laughter ensued and desperate violent jerking.
Chastity set the feather aside and her fingers now crept up her legs.
The unitard offered no protection whatsoever. If anything, it was as Chastity had promised: she was even more ticklish with the unitard. Chastity teased the tops of Allison’s kneecaps and when the knees locked she reached behind to run her fingers along the back of the knees.
It was excruciating and maddening the sensations. Allison was at Chastity’s mercy and as the tickling progressed so did her sensitivity. She screamed and shook violently at the sensations and reactions she could not control.
Allison gave into the sensations and accepted the excruciating and overwhelming sensations of the tickling. She felt tortured but at the same time, she felt a sort of relief in giving up control and letting the reactions flow through her body at Chastity’s will.
Her ribs and underarms were many times more ticklish than normal and Chastity attacked them with gusto. Chastity probed Allison’s deep navel through the fabric, gently yet firmly tugging at the edges of the navel and twirling her finger within. When it seemed it could not be worse, Chastity buried her face into Allison’s soft belly and blew hard while she simultaneously explored her ribcage with her nails. No one had ever tickled her this way and she had never been this ticklish. She shook and screamed and laughed in a frenzy threatening to break free from her bonds.
Chastity continued moving up Allison’s body dancing her fingers around her breasts and stimulating through the unitard fabric her now extremely ticklish nipples which grew hard and stiff under the stimulation making them even more sensitive.
Allison likely would have felt embarrassed at this point, but she had given in to the stimulation and the expert tickling of her nipples was more something to admire rather than to be self-conscious of.
“You can stop this. You just need to say ‘stop’ and I will end this immediately.”
“No, no, I can take it,” Allison gasped her face glistening with sweat. Her body was dry thanks to the unitard’s self-cooling nature.
“There is still more,” Chastity said moving to Allison’s neck.
The neck was already a ticklish area and Chastity’s nails exploited it even more. Allison’s head swung to the sides violently, but there was no way to protect against the tickling. When she tried to pin a hand to one side with her head in the futile attempt to keep the fingers still, Chastity attacked the bare and exposed side of her neck nibbling with her mouth rivaling the voracity of a blood-sucking vampire. Allison’s eyes went wide with disbelief as the ticklish sensations mixed with the sensual sensitivity of her neck.
Allison’s laughter became more desperate, more hoarse, and more uncontrolled. But she did not give in. She would not give in.
Chastity turned Allison’s head to one side. There was no resistance anymore. No anticipation either. Allison was accepting all that was happening to her and letting her body react. Chastity nibbled her ear and Allison’s eyes rolled up as she felt aroused and extremely ticklish at the same time. She screamed at the sensations overwhelming her.
Allison shook violently and was hoarse now as Chastity stood up.
Chastity’s face was expressionless. She was professional. She was doing a job. She neither relished nor did she appear to feel any pity for Allison’s predicament.
“Are we done?” Allison croaked weakly.
“Not quite,” Chastity responded returning to the bottom of the table where she had begun with the feather perhaps minutes ago. To Allison, it might have already been hours.
Allison’s thrashing had grown weak now and she could not resist Chastity taking hold of her foot firmly.
Chastity studied Allison’s well-kept toenails seemingly admiring the pink polish.
Before Allison could say anything, Chastity took the toes to her mouth and nibbled the toes her teeth grazing the side and the soles. Her warm tongue probed in between the toes creeping in and out.
The mix of sensuality and sensitivity had Allison screaming as tears flowed down her eyes.
“Ask me to stop,” Chastity commanded.
“Never,” Allison shouted between screams with absolute determination despite her body clearly reaching its physical limits.
Any part of Allison’s body was now as sensitive as it could possibly be. Chastity went up and down tickling fanatically showing absolutely no mercy.
At some point, it had been too much and despite all her efforts to continue, Allison saw her vision fade to blackness and to oblivion.
* * * * *
Chastity was impressed.
Her accountant lay unconscious from sensorial overload. She no longer reacted to her fingers that tickled her now unresponsive soles.
Allison was ticklish like few and she could take all Chastity could dish out. She showed exceptional willpower and likely even enjoyed the tickling to a certain point.
Chastity released the bands on Allison’s wrists and ankles and gently lifted Allison from the desk and took her to the more comfortable couch.
Chastity thought back to her own initiation and watched Allison with admiration for many long minutes before the young woman regained consciousness.
“Did I pass? Did I give in?” Allison stirred and woke with a start. “I certainly did not mean it if I did. You're not going to prick me with the blue dart?”
“You did fine,” Chastity said with a smile. “You wouldn’t remember a thing had I given you the blue dart.”
“I am exhausted,” Allison said stretching her aching body. “Are we done?”
“Not quite,” Chastity said. “I need one last test. I need to test your resourcefulness under duress. I have tested your resistance under duress. Now I need to know if you have the killer instinct.”
“How is this test?” Allison asked.
“I have studied a technique that has allowed me to mask my own ticklishness. I can resist almost anywhere now if I concentrate. Now there is a spot. A spot of no resistance that I protect and keep secret above all things. No technique in the world can protect me from that spot getting properly tickled.”
Chastity kicked off her shoes and before jumping on the desk, she took out an hourglass from a drawer. She sat crosslegged, barefoot and she calmly closed her eyes.
“You have five minutes to tickle me any way you wish. If you fail to tickle me to laughter, you’ll get the blue dart no matter how good you were at receiving punishment. I need you to give as good as you take.”
Chastity began to breathe deeply and counted her breaths knowing exactly how many she would take in those five minutes. Allison approached and started immediately to explore. Feet and underarms were tickled first. Allison became more assertive as she progressed and she was not timid. She gently pulled Chasity from the cross-legged position placing her prone. Her eager fingers traced and examined her back, her butt, and her crotch without hesitation, but without reaction. In a minute, one can explore quite a bit and Allison seemed to have covered all the possible ticklish spots. Allison would need to hit the spot just right and she’d have to use every second she had to systemically explore those spots.
After the second minute, it seemed as if Allison had given up.
The third went by and as Chastity counted the fourth minute and realized Allison was no longer searching, she knew that there was no way she’d find the spot. It was to be a blue dart. What a shame!
Chastity could hear Allison moving about the room, but she was no longer trying to tickle her.
Four minutes and thirty seconds in, Chastity felt sharp pain in her right buttock.
She knew it was a dart and she resisted smiling. Clever girl!
Her feet, insensitive just moments ago were now ticklish as could be. Chastity screamed and laughed as Allison raked her fingers on her soles. She laughed like she had not laughed in years and relished in the feeling. She could have kicked Allison and with a timely blow knocked her senseless, she could have engaged in a tickle fight that she would certainly no doubt win, no matter her ticklishness, or she could have wrested her feet away and simply ended the exercise.
Instead, she let Allison tickle her well beyond the five minutes and Chastity savored the moment.
Chastity pitied the non-ticklish who couldn’t feel this sensation of abandon.
“I cheated,” Allison said sheepishly showing Chastity a dart gun. “I rummaged through your things looking for pink darts and found this. I figured the pink dot on the safety was for pink darts and I pulled the trigger aiming for your butt with the hope that if I was wrong, I was not headed for a lawsuit.”
“You did well,” Chastity said. “You accomplished the mission that had a solution by resolving it in a clever way.”
“Are we done?” Allison asked giving Chastity a playful tickle to her bare soles.
Chastity laughed before replying. “My dear, we have only just begun..:.”
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