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Vocal Training 2 (F/F consensual)

Serhazat

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Here's the finale of Jasmine and Wren's story. Since this one is built off of what's happened between the two in part 1, going back and reading part 1 is highly advised.

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If Jasmine had to describe her relationship with Wren ever since The Incident, "awkward" would truthfully be the only word that came to mind. Sure, they managed to get through their collaboration concert with only a few minor hitches that'd been outside of either of their control, but after that the two of them were incapable of being alone in a room with each other. Every time they were in the same room with nobody else in sight, be it in the break room or running into each other out in the halls, Wren would panic and make up an excuse to leave. Which probably wouldn't be that much of a problem if their record companies weren't trying to capitalize on the success of the concert by following up with having them guest star in each other's upcoming CDs. They weren't only staying at the same hotel, but being expected to work together for large portions of the day to iron out their songs.

Jasmine had to admit to herself that it wasn't just Wren being weird about it. She was doing the exact same thing. Jasmine had found herself thinking about Wren a lot more ever since she'd let the pink-haired idol tie her to a chair and tickle her all over. And not in entirely chaste ways at that. If she didn't stay busy, the professional entertainer would find her mind wandering back to how it'd felt to have her hands tied behind her head and be completely helpless to prevent the cute little singer from viciously poking, prodding, and lightly scratching her all over in the name of making her scream with laughter. From there, her brain would automatically start spinning up fantasies usually involving neither of them having any clothes on, Wren being uncharacteristically forward with her advances, and what she would've had the opportunity to do to the pink-haired girl's adorable body if their situations had been reversed. Every single time she laid eyes on the smaller girl those fantasies would make their way to forefront without any regard for the situation. She'd find herself getting so embarrassed being in Wren's presence that she'd need to excuse herself from the room to calm down.

Which is why it was all the more awkward that she had ended up being made to confront Wren at her hotel room of all places. Their inability to work together hadn't gone unnoticed by the rest of the crew. After losing a full day to not being able to be in the same room for more than 5 minutes, Jasmine had ended up being cornered in the hallway by Wren's manager. The reedy little fellow certainly hadn't looked too intimidating at first, but Jasmine had found herself being pressured into taking a spare key to Wren's room and promise to use it to force her way in if the pop idol refused to open the door for her.

'Get a grip, me.' Jasmine scolded herself with a shake of her head. Screw forcing her way in, she couldn't even bring herself to knock. She'd spent the last couple minutes fidgeting right outside the hotel room door unsuccessfully trying to come up with an excuse to leave. Unfortunately, nothing came to mind that superseded the need for them to be able to work together.

What it honestly came down to was that she was scared. Scared of having to talk to Wren about the incident back at the practice studio. Scared of potentially having to open up about how she'd taken it as a lot more than some silly attempt at training her voice and all of the feelings it'd opened up inside of her for both the younger girl and tickling as a sexual fetish.

Scared that Wren would reject her. Jasmine had lived in fear of the negative reactions she could draw for being a lesbian ever since she became aware of her own sexuality. She wasn't certain she could handle it if the first girl she'd allowed herself to start developing feelings for in a long time reacted as badly to the news in real life as the version that manifested in her nightmares did.

Taking a deep breath, the songstress prepared to knock. 'Putting this off isn't going to fix the problem,' she reminded herself. Her knuckles timidly rapped on the door so softly that it barely made a sound. Jasmine winced in anticipation at hearing a voice telling her to go away. The seconds crawled by agonizingly slowly. No answer came from within the room.

"Wren? Are you there? It's me, Jasmine," Jasmine called out. She tried knocking again a little more forcefully. Still no response. 'Is she out?' The young woman pulled out the keycard Wren's manager had given her. She was conflicted. In all likelihood, Wren wasn't in the room right now so entering would be pointless.

But the idea of seeing the room the younger girl was sleeping in was oddly tempting. Sure, it was a hotel room that'd undoubtedly look like all the others, but the chance that she may stumble across some of Wren's stuff in there made the idea sound more appealing than it had any right to. 'I did promise her manager that I'd use it if she didn't open the door for me... Yeah, that's it. I have to leave a note on her bed explaining that I don't have her cell number and need to talk to her. I'm not just perving out over a chance to sneak into another girl's room. It's for the job. Boss's orders,' Jasmine told herself. Having talked herself into the idea that she was doing this for purely professional reasons, Jasmine steeled herself.

"Wren, I'm coming in!" she announced as she slipped the keycard into the slot.

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Wren trudged through the hotel lobby on her way to the elevator. Today had not gone as planned. She'd been hoping that she'd be able to gather up the courage to talk to Jasmine about that tickling session she'd tricked the half-Asian entertainer into back before the concert. Maybe prod the older girl to see what she thought about it. If she was lucky, Jasmine would've forgotten about it by now and she could safely move past her worries that she'd scared her crush off into never wanting to look at her again.

Except she hadn't even been able to get that far. Instead, Wren had found herself growing so flustered just looking at the bigger girl that she couldn't sit still all day long. Terror at the idea that Jasmine not only remembered the incident, but had come to view her as weird or even hate her for it flooded her mind just being in the same room as her crush. She knew she was being irrational. Jasmine hadn't looked in the slightest bit bothered after it was over or brought it up when they had found themselves alone together today. But knowing that her fellow performer was unlikely to think of her negatively for the incident wasn't enough to stop her from worrying. She needed proof one way or the other if she ever wanted to put this to rest.

Taking a walk after getting back to the hotel had also failed to help clear her mind. Wren had changed into a loose white short sleeved shirt, a light pink summer jacket that matched her hair, earthy green shorts, and sneakers before going out to grab some ice cream. It was an old habit of hers for when she was stressed out. And like always, all it had served to do was depress her further with thoughts of how many empty calories she'd managed to gorge on to no benefit.

"At least today is over. Hopefully I'll have better luck tomorrow," Wren muttered to herself as she reached her room. She pulled out her phone to check if her manager had texted her while she was out and at the same time pulled out her keycard. Almost absentmindedly, she made her way into her room, then froze with shock. Standing right in front of her at the room's small desk was a half-Asian woman maybe an inch or two taller than her in blue jeans and a grey fashionably-slightly-too-large long sleeved shirt with decorative lace embellishments. It was Jasmine, the woman she'd spent roughly half a year crushing on. Jasmine was looking over to lock eyes with her in surprise.

And while Wren had plenty of questions on why Jasmine was in her room, what made her completely freeze on the spot was the open laptop on the desk. Playing on the screen was a video of a naked blonde woman lying on a padded leather bondage table. Her hands were kept above her head by leather cuffs while her legs were tied pointing towards the ceiling in a V formation to a spreader bar, which ensured that her bare pussy was nicely spread open for the camera. A black-haired woman with a strap on around her waist was thrusting her hips against the bound blonde's to elicit uncontrolled moans out of her victim. Just as the blonde was brought to a toe-curling orgasm, the black-haired tickler grabbed a hairbrush from off-screen. The blonde 'lee's moans of pleasure were transformed into howls of anguish as her tormentor started scrubbing the brush all over her helpless feet. She ruthlessly ruined the orgasm and spent the next several minutes punishing her victim's post-orgasm sensitivity before starting the cycle over from the beginning.

The room was completely silent outside of the cries playing through the laptop's sorry excuse for speakers. Wren had gone completely numb. The pink-haired pop idol stood rooted to the spot in shock. She'd completely forgotten that she'd been watching that before going out for ice cream and hadn't bothered to even lock the screen before she'd left. It was her go to porn video, the one she'd put on whenever she couldn't think of a better way to entertain herself. She didn't like it just because it was a solid 20 minutes of the 'lee being forced to cum against her will only to have every orgasm brutally punished with tickles until she broke down in tears. The fact that the models kinda resembled Jasmine and herself helped her fantasize about doing that sort of thing with Jasmine.

"Ah... ah..." Soft gasps were the only things that could escape from Wren's lips. The pink-haired girl stumbled back. It felt like her entire world was falling apart around her. Jasmine had seen. The absolute last person she'd ever wanted to find out about her fetish had seen undeniable proof of it. If that video wasn't enough, then surely the dozens of tickling videos it shared a folder with was. Surely now the older girl considered her a disgusting pervert. The look of shock on Jasmine's face over the video was all the proof she needed of that.

Wren wanted to run away. She had no idea what she'd do afterwards. The idol singer knew in her head that she'd have to face Jasmine tomorrow anyways, but looking at that surprised expression was breaking her heart. Wren was just about to spin on her heel and make for the door when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her. Jasmine had crossed the room while she'd been panicking and was now tightly hugging her. Unable to squirm out of the other girl's grasp and too distraught to think straight, Wren could only shake as Jasmine held her.

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"I'm okay now. You can let go of me," Wren said. Jasmine had led her over to the bed where the older girl had continued to hold her until she'd calmed down. Wren was now sitting on the edge of the bed snuggled in between Jasmine's legs with the black-haired singer behind her. The arms wrapped around her waist to keep her in place squeezed tighter in response to her words.

"No. You'll run away the moment I let you go," Jasmine said. The songstress laid her chin to rest on Wren's shoulder, nuzzling her cheek against Wren's as she did so.

'Why do you think I'm telling you to do it?' Wren snarked to herself. A wry smile crossed her face. Not getting abuse hurled at her would've been good enough for her. Getting a cuddle session forced on her as a result of finding out about her fetish was a result that hadn't even been in her wildest dreams."I have a confession to make," she settled on saying. It was unlikely that she'd ever get a better opportunity to come clean than this.

"Mmmm," Jasmine grunted to show that she was listening, but refused to loosen her grip on Wren's waist.

"Remember that time I... that time I tied you up in a practice studio and tickled you all over? Sorry, but that wasn't some weird voice training thing. I was just trying to come up with an excuse to tickle you." Wren could still clearly hear Jasmine's initial response to her proposal. It'd taken all of her courage to suggest that and hearing the girl she had feelings for so bluntly state that the correct way to respond to something like that was to run away and report the person for being a pervert had almost given her a heart attack on the spot. "The thing is, I love tickling girls. It's... It's like, if there's a guy I like, I wanna ride him until he can't go another round. If it's a girl, I don't wanna sleep with her. Well, I do... but first I wanna tie her up and tickle her until she cries. Sorry, that's what I was really after back then. I just really, really wanted to tickle you."

"But that means that you must really, really like me, right?" Jasmine asked. Wren blushed, then gasped feeling Jasmine lean in to lightly nibble on her ear. "That's good, because I really, really like you too. I want to make you cry too." Wren jumped, blushed even deeper, and looked down feeling Jasmine's fingers lightly trace along the top of her shorts. "I'm just willing to settle for doing it by solely tickling you here."

Wren's mind went blank. That hadn't been what she'd been expecting in the least. 'Jasmine is... into girls too?' she thought to herself in amazement. She could tell that the admission hadn't come easy to the black-haired songstress. Snuggled as close together as they were, Wren could feel Jasmine shaking behind her. It finally dawned on her that the woman holding her close had most likely been in the exact same situation as her: too terrified of rejection over her sexuality to dare let anyone know. Years of living with that fear couldn't have been easy to overcome just by hearing another woman admit to being bisexual. Realizing that made Wren suddenly feel a lot closer to her, and with that came a sense of warmth and belonging from being held on to so fiercely like this. Wren finally let herself fully relax and leaned back into the larger-chested girl to enjoy the embrace.

"But what I'm also getting out of this is that you like to trick girls into letting you tie them up so you can get off on torturing them." Just as she'd let her guard down, Wren went rigid at the whispered words in her ear. One of Jasmine's arms had stopped hugging her in favor of slipping under her shirt. The pink-haired idol couldn't react in time to prevent the hand from shooting up under her baggy shirt to dig into her armpit. She broke out squealing with laughter and attempted to protect her sensitive pits by squeezing her arms against her sides, but it was too late. All the she succeeded in doing was trapping the wiggling fingers inside to continue extracting out surprised squeals of laughter. "What exactly were you planning on doing to me while you had me at your mercy? Just how much danger was I in back then, huh?"

Wren struggled as hard as she could under the continued tickles. She couldn't escape. Even as she fought her way to a standing up Jasmine proceeded to wrestle her back. They tumbled sideways onto the bed together and Wren soon found herself getting pinned face down to the mattress with Jasmine on top of her. She looked back up at the older girl in a panic only to see that her tickler had a playful smile accompanying her accusations.

"Ihi'm sohorry! I was bahaHAHADHAHAHAHAHA! T-that was all fun and games. Honest! Wait. No no no stop! Stoohohop ihihit! ForgihIHIHIVE MEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA" Wren cried in between her peals of laughter. Knowing that Jasmine didn't mean anything hurtful by it and was only taunting her as a playful excuse for some tickling filled Wren with relief. She started enjoying the sudden tickle attack a lot more. Being pinned down like this meant that Jasmine was free to bring her other arm to bear. Wren felt a second set of fingers come in to wiggle and scratch inside of her other armpit to force her to redouble her laughter. She didn't even try to fight it. Her hands were grasping the sheets under them as hard as possible to hold off the urge to bring her arms down. The young woman didn't want to prevent a single tickle. She wanted to savor in every horrible jolt of ticklish suffering Jasmine inflicted on her that coaxed her into cackling with forced laughter. It felt like every ticklish shock was heading straight to her privates to leave her increasingly turned on and yearning for more at the same time it made her beg for it to stop and squirm to escape.

The tickles stopped just as suddenly as they'd begun. Jasmine had unexpectedly gotten off of her after a minute or two of tickling. Wren looked to the side after feeling her tickler sit back down on the bed next to her.

"Well, as far as the whole tickling thing goes, I... I also like it. A lot. I guess I have you to thank for that. That tickling session back in the studio didn't help me sing high notes one bit, but it did let me learn something new about myself. Getting tied up and tickled like that made me really... it made me really hot inside. Espe-... especially because you were the one doing it. And afterwards I kept thinking about things like..." The 22-year-old idol singer blinked in surprise. Jasmine's face was getting redder and she was growing increasingly flustered as her stuttering, rambling confession continued on. She'd never seen the older girl make that kind of face before or heard her speak so nervously. The sight made her heart pound a little. She couldn't help but think it was an unexpectedly cute display coming from the normally stoic woman. The idea that this was face that Jasmine had never shown to anybody else made it all the more special to her.

This time it was Wren's turn to dispel Jasmine's worries with a hug. She sat up and cut off the older girl's rambling by wrapping her arms around the black-haired singer's chest. "It's okay. I get it," was all she could think to say. It proved to be enough. She could feel Jasmine relax and return the hug. When they separated again, the older girl's nervous expression was replaced with a mischievous smile.

"Right, so are we done with this emotional touchy-feely crap? I wanna get back to the physical touchy-feely crap," Jasmine said. Wren giggled seeing the older girl's hands come up in claws to threateningly wiggle her fingers at her.

"One second," Wren replied. The young idol hopped off the bed and made her way to the duffel bag she kept all of her travel clothes in. People would always tell her that it wasn't appropriate for an adult woman to wear ribbons anymore. Wren's private response had always been that those people could all go sit on a cactus. She liked her ribbons, even if she had to comply and only wear them once in a while these days. The oversized lengths of fabric she pulled out of the duffel bag were at the very least useful as backup accessories for her stage costumes and definitely came in handy for times like this. "Tie me up with these," Wren said as she presented them to Jasmine.

The first few attempts at bondage didn't turn out so well. Wren took off her jacket and patiently waited with her hands clasping the opposite forearms behind her back, but Jasmine's initial efforts at tying her wrists together proved to be lacking. Either they were too tight and Wren could feel the fabric biting into her skin or they were loose enough that a few light tugs were all it'd taken for her to slip her hands free. Eventually, Wren decided to take some pity on her and started walking her partner through some simple ties with step-by-step instructions.

"Wrap it around my forearms twice, then pull the ends through the middle. Now..." Wren instructed. She made a mental note to herself to teach Jasmine how to do bondage properly later. Not that ordering another girl around on how to tie her up wasn't turning out to be unexpectedly enjoyable in its own right. Once her arms were sufficiently bound, she stretched her legs out across the bed and walked Jasmine through tying up her ankles with the second of her ribbons.

"So you don't just trick girls into letting you tickle them, you like to have them toy with you too," Jasmine taunted as she climbed onto the bed. Seeing the shapely beauty crawling across a bed on all fours towards her made Wren gulp and squirm away a little at the same time it turned her on. Being incapable of preventing the black-haired songstress from gently pushing her over and lean in to whisper in her ear really drove home how helpless she was now. "You really are a pervert." Wren shivered at the words and looked away with embarrassment.

But it wasn't entirely a bad feeling. She didn't even want to protest the claim. It was undeniable that the taunts were helping kick her masochistic side into overdrive. Words she had lived in fear of were now sending trills of excitement down her spine. The young pop idol was reveling in how she was powerless to stop Jasmine from doing anything she wanted to her. But most of all, she loved that Jasmine was enjoying this too. She was overjoyed that her crush was so clearly having fun engaging in her fetish with her. Being ticklishly abused was only truly a good time to Wren when she was confident in the knowledge that her partner was both having fun dominating her and was someone she could completely trust to relinquish control over to like this.

There was no such thing as Jasmine getting enough of seeing Wren squirm. She'd said that last line on a whim and was both surprised and delighted to see that she'd apparently struck home. And her reward was the cutest blush yet that made her fall even more deeply in love with this adorable girl.

The black-haired singer couldn't believe this situation. Any of it. From stumbling across that fetish porno the moment she'd entered the room to Wren confessing that she wasn't only interested in other women, but had feelings for her specifically. From her attempt to lighten the mood by tickling a girl who'd just admitted to having a fetish for it to Wren offering to let her tie her up for even more tickles.

Jasmine looked into the adorable face underneath her. What struck her the most when Wren locked eyes with her again wasn't that the girl was turned on or embarrassed or any other emotion that might've been there. It was the sheer, overwhelming trust the smaller girl had in her. Wren was fully entrusting her to do as she pleased with her body to the point of denying herself the ability to fight back. Any worry Jasmine had been harboring that she was pushing herself on her partner too fast was being put to rest. Wren was willing to let her lead, so she had to live up to those expectations to make it fun for both of them.

"Your safe word is 'Banana', okay?" Jasmine said before they started. She swallowed seeing Wren nod in affirmation. The black-haired songstress figured that was as clear a sign that her partner was ready to begin as she was going to get without outright asking.

Her fingers reached down to feel around Wren's rib cage. She already knew she could make the smaller girl scream by milking those sensitive pits, but she wanted to see where else she could get a response from. The gentle rubs with the pads of her finger pads were timid at first, but grew in confidence when she succeeded in provoking a flinch out of her partner. Wren's reactions grew as the intensity of her tickles increased. At first she was flinching with a stone-faced expression, then gasping and snorting with a grin threatening to force its way onto her face as Jasmine dug in a little harder.

Wren wasn't the only one who'd been watching tickling pornos. That tickling session the two entertainers had shared together was responsible for Jasmine looking into tickling as a fetish. After getting over her initial mortification over the idea that she was getting aroused watching other women be tied up and tortured with tickling, the black-haired songstress had found herself hooked. She'd especially loved videos where it was obvious that the tickler was enjoying making the lee suffer as much as possible. Videos of the 'ler reducing their victims to complete wrecks had been watched again and again both so she could try and learn how they did it and so she could fantasize about undergoing tickling that intense herself.

Putting some of the lessons she'd learned from those videos was what rewarded Jasmine with making Wren break out laughing. She continued to lightly tickle her way up the pop idol's rib cage. Playing off of that Wren understood she knew how ticklish the idol's pits were, Jasmine teased around the outer rim of her partner's underarms, biceps, and the top of her rib cage. The anticipation of the fingers diving in to attack her armpits again was clearly driving Wren up the wall. The girl's poker face was falling to pieces under the teasing to show her fear whenever Jasmine let her fingers slip even a centimeter deeper into her sensitive hollows. Just as it looked like Wren was on the verge of cracking from the light tickles alone, Jasmine jumped her fingers down to start energetically squeezing the young woman's hips.

"ACK! No faiihihir! Cheheater! That isn't fahahair. Stop stop stohohOHOP! NOHOHAT THEHEHEHERE! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The combination of sudden change in intensity and having a unexpected area under attack proved to be too much for Wren to hold off against. The pink-haired pop idol squawked in surprise before devolving into laughing through a steady stream of complaints and pleas for mercy. A big grin was forming on Jasmine's face. She was having the time of her life. Watching the models in the videos thrash in their bondage from the tickling had always turned her on, and being the one to punish her partner's attempts to avoid the tickles was proving to be infinitely more fun.

"I'm gonna getcha. I'm gonna getcha! You look so cute squirming like this. It's adorable that you to think you can get away from me!" Jasmine taunted. A sadistic joy filled her as she used her hands to chase Wren through her every wiggle, buck, and twist. She'd scrabble her nails against the idol's taut tummy, flutter against her sides, jostle the bottom of her rib cage, and poke her hips. The power she felt over driving home that the bound girl was helpless to escape the tickling no matter how much she struggled or begged was addicting. It hit its peak when Wren rolled onto her stomach in an attempt to protect her tummy from further tickles. Jasmine wasn't having any of that. She rolled her partner onto her back and punished her disobedience by digging her fingers into Wren's worst spot. Her fingers pressed into the depths of her partner's super ticklish hollows to force the girl to arch her back and scream with laughter.

"NOOOOO! STOP STOP STOP STOP STOHOHOHOHOHAHAP! Thahat's too muhihich! Not there. Anywhere buhut thehehehREHEHEHEHE! YOOHOHOU BIHIHIHIIHITCH!" The armpit tickles drove Wren ballistic. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she cackled with forced mirth. The cute little idol was trying her best to curl into a ball at the same time she thrashed from side to side in an attempt to dislodge the fingers. Jasmine prevented both in one go by straddling Wren's waist. She sat down on Wren's thighs to keep her partner's legs stretched out, and leaned forward to lie on top of the other girl. Jasmine made a mental note to remember this position for future sessions. In between getting to rest her chin in between Wren's petite breasts, feeling her partner's every twitch, squirm, and gasping breath with her entire body, and the close up view it gave of Wren's face twisted in a rictus of ticklish agony, Jasmine couldn't think of a single downside. Except maybe that the intimate contact and prime position for her tormentor to focus on her worst spot was clearly pushing Wren over the edge, which were both positives in Jasmine's books from where she was sitting.

Jasmine gave Wren a break after a couple more minutes of upper body torture. Seeing the adorable pop idol lying red faced on the bed with chest heaving as she wheezed for the breath she so desperately needed after being forced to laugh that much was a wonderful sight. It filled Jasmine with a need for more. The songstress surveyed the room around her for inspiration on how to tickle Wren even harder. An idea sprung into her head seeing the laptop lying on the desk. She hopped off the bed and ran to the bathroom. Wren's long hair proved to be a blessing. The item she was looking for was lying right by the sink.

'W-what are you going to do with that!?" Wren asked after Jasmine returned to the room. The pop idol was doing her best to squeeze her arms shut at the sight of the hairbrush Jasmine held in her hand. The songstress sadistically grinned down at her partner as she clambered back onto the bed. She sat down on the pink-haired girl's shins and started to untie her sneakers.

"You should know. You were watching a video on this very subject, weren't you?" The panicked foot wiggling that comment provoked was the icing on the cake. It was a joy to pull off the idol's shoes through her best attempts to avoid it. Soon her socks followed suit to be peeled off as slowly as possible in the name of building tension. Once Wren's feet were bare, Jasmine immobilized them by reaching her free hand down to grab both big toes between her fingers and peel them back. With a final glance over her shoulder to savor in Wren shaking her head and begging her not to do it, Jasmine began wildly scrubbing the hairbrush all over both of Wren's slim soles.

Wren completely lost it. The helpless young woman spasmed and thrashed, howled with laughter and babbled for her to stop, as Jasmine kept the brush moving as fast as she could. She made certain to change up what she was doing as often as possible to keep her partner from ever getting the chance to get used to any one thing. She'd jump the brush from the base of Wren's cute little toes on one foot to the heel of the other before attacking the outer edges of her arches to keep the helpless girl guessing on where the brush could possibly be headed next. The direction and angle of the foot scrubbing was frequently changed up so Wren couldn't tell if she was about to have one area focused or be treated to the entire lengths of her feet being abused.

Jasmine idly wondered if Wren's feet or armpits were more ticklish. Judging by the bloodcurdling screams reverberating through the room now her soles were more sensitive. But as far as Jasmine knew, Wren could just have a bad reaction to hairbrushes in particular. It was entirely possible that she'd get even more wonderful screams by tying the girl's hands above her head and scrubbing her pits pink. The only conclusion the sadistic songstress could come to was that she'd need to thoroughly test it out to find an answer. But not now. Continuing to drive the girl she loved completely over the edge by hammering her feet was too much fun for her to stop now.

"OH GOHOHOHOHD! IT's too muchheheHAHAHAHAHAHA! BANANA!" Wren screamed after the foot tickling failed to stop after another couple minutes. That was just the word Jasmine had been listening for. The moment she heard the safe word she immediately stopped tickling.

"1-0 Jasmine!" she cried punching the air in victory. Never before would she have thought she'd find so much satisfaction out of looking at a girl who was tied up hand and foot, covered in sweat, and gasping for breath as a result of having just been tortured for fun. Wren gave her a quizzical, if exhausted, look. "When you tickled me you couldn't make me say my safe word. I just made you give in, so I'm up 1 to 0 now," Jasmine proudly explained.

"You jerk..." was the only response Wren gave as she laid her head back down on the bed in tired defeat.

"Come on, you can even up the score now if you want. Tell you what, I also won't set a time limit. You can take your dear, sweet time taking me apart if you want." Jasmine rolled the younger girl onto her stomach so she could untie the ribbons around her wrists and ankles. Once she was done she presented them for Wren to take.

"Nah, maybe tomorrow. I'm tired." Unexpectedly, Wren reached past the ribbons to wrap her arms around Jasmine's waist. A quick tug to the side sent the songstress tumbling onto the bed. Jasmine ended up lying on her side with Wren's arms wrapped tightly around her waist and the younger girl's face buried into her breasts.

"Hey!" Jasmine protested. Feeling Wren breathe on her breasts was proving to be ticklish even through her light designer shirt and bra. She tried to squirm away. All that earned her was the younger girl's arms pulling her in even tighter. Eventually she changed tactics. Wren clearly had no intention of letting her get out by force. "Come on, let go. I gotta get back to my room at some point. People are gonna talk if they notice that I spent a night in your room."

"Let them. I need my boobie pillows." Wren whined as she burrowed her face in even deeper into Jasmine's chest. Jasmine sighed. This was serving as a reminder to her that Wren got oddly pushy at the weirdest of times. Apparently it wasn't just letting the younger girl tie her up that made her bolder, being tickled made her unexpectedly needy afterwards too. It was actually kinda cute to the black-haired songstress.

Jasmine gave up. She moved her arm down for the pop idol to rest her head on. Undoubtedly all she had to look forward to tomorrow was a dead arm in the morning, rumors during the day, and getting the utter daylights tickled out of her in the evening, but she was okay with that. Feeling the adorable girl she'd fallen in love with drift off to sleep alongside her made it all seem worth it.
 
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So good! Really good sequel. I love the romance between Jasmine and Wren.

Thank you! I'll admit that I was a little worried about this one since romance doesn't line up with my recent string of more torturous stories, but it's good to hear that it has an audience too.
 
Excellent story! Loved your detailed description and the chemistry you developed between the two characters is awesome🙂 Can't wait for the next chapter!
 
Excellent story! Loved your detailed description and the chemistry you developed between the two characters is awesome🙂 Can't wait for the next chapter!

Sorry to say, but this is about as far out as I've planned out Jasmine and Wren's story so far. It's not that I don't know what to do next with them so much as I have a couple other stories in the works with premises I probably can't just crowbar these two into. I'd say I'll revisit Jasmine and Wren after those ones are done, but I have a pretty god awful track record of that so the best I can say is that I'll do what I can.
 
Really cute story. I haven't read the first one because I just wanted in on the action, but I love the bond they grew with each other. <3
PS: First post.
 
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