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Holly the Housekeeper *Part 8* by Featherscape on DeviantArt
8-10 minutes
The day's following Tyler’s initiation fluttered past in a haze too fantastical to be real. Yet, Holly found herself wielding a double edged sword. The girl handled the day to day cleaning operations she was most accustomed to. Holly became strictly punctual for her eight in the morning start, even occasionally coming in early to start her duties, usually wearing the cutest cleaning outfit she could find, typically involving a loose spaghetti strap, shorts, and flip flops to go bare, typically with one article being her favorite color of pastel pink. She handled vacuuming, dusting, and polishing surfaces in a much more proficient manner than when she started. With the many accumulated hours of experiences cleaning the Tills mansion, Holly's efficiency in her job only seemed to be impeded by her new working companion.

Tyler was charged with caring for more heavy handed matters, marginally having to do with lawn and yard maintenance. The boy was given access to a large tool shed behind the house, stocked full by Mrs. Tills’s late husband with a wide selection of tools and gardening equipment. Mrs. Tills could only brief Tyler on the job so thoroughly as the external affairs were always her husband's sanctuary. Fortunately, Tyler not only knew how to handle each of the tools but did so with confidence.

Holly often found herself slacking on her duties after staring at Tyler out through the windows. Minutes would pass as Holly let her eyes and mind wander to the boy working out in the yards. She thought back to the night of his interview and the kiss they shared outside and wondered if it had all been a dream. They had not discussed their relationship since; the subject had been gnawing at Holly since that night. Mrs. Tills’s orders to refrain from physical contact with the boy created barriers which Holly yearned to cross again. Her mind would often drift back to the night of the party. Images of Tyler tenderly cradling her untethered bare foot while his impassioned tongue ran across her sole and into her toes with burning desire flashed through her mind like a never ending slideshow. The escalation of that night, faded in memory, while being entirely devastating, was recalled much more fantastically than she dared to let on.

“Tyler,” Holly called out into the back yard. She stood in the doorway to the back of the house, struggling to unscrew the cap off of a tightly secured bottle of Windex. She witnessed Tyler pushing a gas mower back and forth across the field in neat rows. Holly called out louder, only to resort to waving her arms when she realized that he still could not hear her. Noticing the girl waving him over, Tyler shut the mower off and proceeded to the door. A heavy glisten of sweat covered the boy completely. Holly watched as Tyler lifted the bottom of his shirt up to his face to wipe his forehead dry, exposing a shining array of evenly parted abdominal ridges. She stole a single glance at the boy’s bare midsection before pulling her eyes back up to his. “Sorry to bother you, but I need your help.”

“Don’t be sorry,” said Tyler. Holly handed Tyler the bottle, to which he unscrewed the cap effortlessly.

“You make it look so easy,” said Holly.

“You loosened it for me,” said Tyler. Holly giggled. The boy stared down to Holly’s eyes. Holly leered back, unable to pull herself out of the dark bronze pools. His musk lingered around her, ensnaring Holly in hypnotic allure. Tyler handed the bottle back. Their smiles faded as her hand met his. All expression drained into the leering stare caught between their eyes. Holly’s mouth opened to accommodate her heavy breathing. Tyler lifted his hand and grazed her cheek. A shiver coursed through her. She melted in his touch, ready to surrender everything to the object of her known infatuation. Tyler leaned in. He ran his fingers through the back of her hair, guiding her head in toward his. Their eyes fluttered. They focused on each other’s lips. Tyler’s, plump and comforting like freshly cleaned pillows. Her’s, rose petal slivers. Her hand met his chest before she found the strength within her to push herself out of the trance.

“I… I can’t,” Holly whispered. “Mrs. Tills’s rule.” Tyler sighed and backed away.

“I’m sorry,” said Tyler. All the pity was her’s for herself.

“No, I’m sorry,” said Holly. “I… shouldn’t have... Um, I’m doing a load of laundry. Is there anything you’d like cleaned.” Tyler looked sheepishly toward Holly. He turned his head away as the removed his shirt completely.

“Thank you,” said Tyler, handing her the moist tee. He smiled back at her before turning to continue his work. Holly grinned back, looming as long as she felt she could at the ruggedly toned boy sweating away in the yard. She bit her lip and walked back inside.

Holly threw the Windex bottle back up on the kitchen counter and hurried to one of the half bathrooms. With Tyler’s shirt in hand, she slammed and locked the door to the bathroom behind her. The girl held her hands up to her face, whimpering and grimacing at her own frustration. She let out several sighs. Her back rested against the door. She felt the moisture from the shirt against her cheek. Holly breathed in his odor like exotic perfume. Each deep, nasal breath she took lasted longer and longer than the last. Holly sank. Her soft, bare soles slid across the linoleum floor, stopping only when her seat hit the ground next to the door.

Holly brought down the shirt from her face. She took several gulps of cleaner air, leveling her head. Images of the past days, watching Tyler work tirelessly in the yards just to be closer to her. Pictures from his interview, tickling the bound, bare chested young man and watching him experience his own gratification from her touch. All the sounds, all the scents and sensations from the night of the party. Holly, despite being barely conscious at the time, remembered everything that happened between them, all the way up to…

“Mmmmm…” Holly moaned. Her hand had wandered yet again, the fourth time that week, the fourth time since she started. The elastic around her gym shorts concealed her hand from the wrist down. Soft brushes. Back and forth rhythmic motions. Her fingertips danced, massaged, over the gentle fabric of her panties. The moisture had begun to seep. Back and forth over the spot. Holly breathed loudly, exhaling soft moans. The girl looked down to her bare feet. Her toes curled. Her knees bent, pushing her seat upward. Back and forth. She wiggled her tiny, bubbly toes, imaging Tyler’s tongue once again thrust between them. His moans against her sole, his lips planting kisses, and tongue basking in her delight tickled ever so perfectly in her memory between pleasure and needful submission. Back and forth. Pressing harder. Rotating faster.

“Oooohhhhh… Tyler….” Holly caught another breath from the boy’s musky aroma. All of her fantasies came gushing back to her mind. She imagined having the whole night, all of Mrs. Tills’s party room, dedicated to just them. Back and forth, round and round. Holly pictured being entirely restrained and at the boy’s mercy to be made his personal tickle slave for the evening. She imagined him not holding back, being merciless, and having her body explored the way that Mrs. Tills so expertly traversed. Faster still. She imagined having him completely bound, stripped, and at her mercy. She pictured tickling the boy in all of his most sensitive areas until he would show the full extent of his enthusiasm. Holly envisioned climbing on top of his rock solid body, taking Tyler in her hands, and…

“Oooooo…...mmmmmmmmm…..OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!” Holly thrust inside. She massaged herself with the heel of her palm while inserting three of her fingers, one more than all of the previous instances. Holly threw her head back upon release. She covered her mouth to muffle the involuntary squeals and squeaks. The girl shivered through the remainder of her conclusion. Holly allowed the residual quakes to take hold as she pulled her hand out from within her shorts. She continued to sit on the floor, wheezing. Holly, after several moments of grounded, confused contemplation, lifted herself up off the floor. The quivering girl washed her hands in the sink and dried off with a nearby wash cloth. Holly looked in the mirror. Her cheeks were flustered, as much as she imagined they often were in the Tills mansion. She splashed cold water in her face and dried it with the same cloth. Holly knelt over the bathroom sink, shaking her head and no longer recognizing the girl in the mirror.

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Holly the Housekeeper *Part 9* by Featherscape on DeviantArt
25-32 minutes
Holly sprayed the bathroom mirror down with a healthy shower of Windex. She watched her own reflection change from a blotchy, unrecognizable mess behind the beads of cleanser to fleshly clean. The pearly white sink below shined as bright as the counter tops in the overhead light. The tile, slick and polished, smiled back at Holly from beneath her white stockinged feet. The girl did a double take on her job in the downstairs half bath, checking every corner and nook for imperfections before leaving in a smiling smog of pride in her work.

With her pail of cleaning tools in hand and rag thrown over her shoulder, Holly retreated to the supply closet. Sweat beaded across her flushed face. A pair of gym shorts hugged her sides, a white top against her chest. She threw the supplies back in the closet as she liked to organize them and shut the door. Holly wiped her head clean as she mentally checked ‘cleaning the bathrooms’ off of her memorized to-do list. She made her way to the stairs to attend to the bedrooms.

Entering into the foyer, Holly glanced over at the door. Encased in a pink frame, the door, once lightening white and as dangerously mysterious then hung like an untouched wedding dress. Holly remembered the room behind the door fondly. It had been three weeks since her last encounter in the room with Tyler. Her skin grew itchy with neglect. She had noticed that Mrs. Tills’s attendance around the house had become much less frequent since then. Holly knew that she was away on a trip for a week, but hardly noticed any change at all, considering she almost never saw her before. Concern set in more and more with each day, wondering if the woman was well or if she herself was simply slacking in her duties to unappealing degrees.

The back door opened. Holly rushed through the living room to see Tyler coming in as the sun began to set over her shoulder. A tank top clung wetly to the rigid contours of his body. His jeans wore streaked dirt stains at the knees. Holly paused for a moment, taken off guard by his herculean form, before retreating to the refrigerator for a bottle of water.

“Here,” said Holly, handing Tyler the bottle. “You look like you could use it.”

“Thanks,” said Tyler. He smiled back at her as he untwisted the cap. Holly looked away and grinned, brushing her hair back over her ear. She walked over to the window facing the acre wide back yard.

“It looks great,” said Holly. “I know you’ve been working really hard out there and it shows.”

“It’s not bad,” said Tyler. “Especially not for what she’s paying us.”

“That’s true,” said Holly. The two teens laughed. Tyler retreated to the living room where he collapsed his seat down on the couch. Holly followed, sitting down on the other end of the couch as Tyler drank from his bottle. They looked out the window, watching the faint orange glow make way for the night sky ahead.

“That’s all the sunlight I’m going to get today,” said Tyler. “I’ll pick up the rest tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow’s Saturday,” said Holly. “Or did you forget that, dummy?”

“Oh, right,” Tyler laughed. Holly giggled after him. “Being out of school, sometimes I just lose track of the days.”

“I do the same thing,” said Holly. “I'll have to pick back up with the bedrooms on Monday.”

“No one's been in any of them since I've been here,” said Tyler. “How dirty can they be?”

“Just freshening them up,” said Holly. “Dusting and spot checking. All that fun stuff.” Tyler turned to look at Holly. His eyes met hers. His smile lingered through a long pause, causing Holly to giggle once more. “What?”

“Nothing, I just think you're really cute,” said Tyler. Holly looked away, covering her cheeks with her hands.

“I'm not, though,” said Holly, still smiling. “I'm all sweaty.” She looked back over to Tyler, noting how alluring he managed to be with the same condition. Tyler laughed, foregone in the wilderness of her eyes. The two drifted on the moment in silence. Their minds raced as to what consisted of the other's unspoken labyrinth.

“Do you like what you do here?” Tyler asked. Holly paused, almost missing the question entirely.

“Um… yeah, of course,” said Holly.

“You sure?” Tyler asked. “Is something wrong?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” said Holly. She glanced away, allowing her collection of brief thoughts from the past weeks to take over. “I don't know, I guess I just miss her.”

“Mrs. Tills, I assume?” Tyler asked. Holly nodded.

“She used to be around all the time,” said Holly. “She loved to play with me the way that she does and I grew to really like it. I guess I miss that too.” Holly paused. The quiet weighed heavily on the corners of her lips. “Do you remember when I saw you in the mall? When I was with her and your mom?”

“Yeah,” said Tyler.

“She took me on this massive shopping trip. Bought me all these nice, expensive clothes. Even treated me to the salon where I got just the worst pedicure you could ever imagine.”

“I have no frame of reference to do so, but I'll take your word for it,” said Tyler. Holly laughed.

“It was this big event where they'd tickle me in different changing rooms and help me pick out certain outfits that I would normally never wear,” Holly clarified. Tyler coughed and shifted in his seat.

“I was wondering what you were doing there with my mom,” said Tyler. “It's hard to believe that she could be in on this thing that you and Mrs. Tills have.

“It's just good fun,” said Holly.

“Looked like more than that at that party,” said Tyler. Holly smirked as she slapped him across the arm with a throw pillow. “Hey!”

“There was a lot about that party that I wasn't aware of beforehand,” said Holly. “Still fun though.”

“You're braver and tougher than I am for going through with that,” said Tyler.

“What were you doing there anyway?” Tyler paused, taken back by the question.

“I said I was sorry.”

“I know, but we're you invited or did you just show up?” Holly asked. Tyler looked down at his lap. Holly lifted her foot, tucking it next to her hands. She kneaded against her arch with her thumb.

“My mother said that you would be at this party that Mrs. Tills was throwing and I went because I wanted to see you,” said Tyler. “I swear, I didn't know anything outside of that.”

“Then why didn't you leave when you saw what was going on?” Holly asked. She too looked away, her hands twirling a strand of hair dangling against her shoulder. “Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you didn't, but weren't you, you know, a little weirded out? I mean, when I first saw you, I thought I'd die knowing that you knew what I did here. It's not exactly a conventional job.” Tyler nodded.

“I thought about it,” said Tyler. “I didn't really think it was weird. I think I more just worried about you. When I saw you perform, so to speak, I don't know, I couldn't bring myself to leave. It was different, not what I was expecting, but you were just so beautiful through it all. I know it must have been hell going through it, but I just couldn't find it within myself to walk away. I was ashamed of that, but then after I did what I did later that night, I really contemplated leaving town just because I was so embarrassed.”

“It's fine, I promise,” said Holly. “So, you liked it? You liked watching me be tickled?” Tyler’s rich mocha eyes fell from Holly's. He chuckled as he rubbed his head, tongue tucked away in his cheek.

“Truth of the matter is that I've always thought you were beautiful, Holly,” said Tyler. “Ever since the beginning of high school, but I could never really find the words to tell you. The truth is that I've been really shy around you since then, so sorry about that.” Holly felt the breath leave her body. She looked down to his lips. Her breathing grew deeper, though she froze in place. “I guess that's not all of it, though. You were really cute being tickled like that with your adorable little laugh.” His voice went quiet as he talked down toward the floor. “And, um, your feet are really cute too. So there. Secrets out, I guess. I figured since I kind of invaded in on your's, then you should know a secret of mine.” He looked back at Holly trapped in a bewildered silence.

“Wow, well, you have nothing to worry about,” said Holly. “Your secret’s safe with me as I trust that mine is safe with you. I suppose we're both in this together now anyway, huh?” Holly felt the future cringe from her potentially ruining the moment with an obvious observation. She continued slowly and hushly. “I mean, I kind of, sort of, had a pretty big crush on you since then, too.”

“You're kidding.” Holly looked back up at him.

“You mean, you really didn’t know?” asked Holly. “Everyone knew. Ayari knew. The whole math club knew. Your mother found out eventually. How did you not know?”

“I don't know, it just never occurred to me that you would see me like that,” said Tyler. Holly gushed in the sweetness of his words.

“That's just silly,” said Holly. Holly grin remained plaster across her lips; unfading, yet barred behind her stifled excitement. Holly lifted her other foot and began rubbing into the arch once more. She squeaked out a faint moan as she massaged into the plush, stockinged foot. “They do really hurt. I don't know why.” Tyler glanced down, his gaze locking onto the sole her hands caressed so tenderly.

“You've been working hard,” said Tyler. Holly caught the boy's stare and blushed. “I can… rub them for you, if you'd like.” Holly looked up to Tyler and grinned. Admired, almost entranced by the gesture, her stomach sank with the thought of turning it down.

“We really shouldn't,” said Holly in a whisper. “I promised Mrs. Tills.”

“That we wouldn't touch while in the house,” said Tyler. “Right, I'm sorry I asked.” Tyler shot back a reassuring smile, leaving Holly to force a grin beneath her own budding desires. She scratched her nose and looked away. “You said she was out of town?”

“Out of the country, actually,” said Holly. The girl rested her back against the arm of the couch, pulling her feet inward and tucking her knees into her chest. “Italy, visiting a friend from college.”

“Wow, she goes all the way to Italy to visit someone from college?”

“Apparently, they're pretty close,” said Holly. “She says they make trips there every year.”

“Have you ever met this friend of hers?”

“Not that I know of,” said Holly. “Then again, people at the party weren't necessarily honest about their identities, were they, Mr. Midnight?” Tyler chuckled. “Even though it’s kind of silly, I really hope you picked that name yourself.”

“I did,” said Tyler off an exhale.

“Good, because I'd be worried if Mrs. Tills assigned you that.”

“No, no, that was all me,” said Tyler. “I was just trying to be cool, I guess.”

“Well, I thought you were pretty cool,” said Holly. Tyler smiled back at her. He felt a small poke brush his hand against the couch. He looked down to see Holly's toes, white stocking clad, pressed against him. He looked back at her to see her looking away, nibbling on the end of her thumb.

“So, where do you think you'll be going to school?” Holly asked. “Applied anywhere?”

“Not sure,” said Tyler, moving his hand closer to her foot. “I was thinking about a technical college for automotive design. What about you?”

“Not sure yet either,” said Holly. “I was keeping my options open, but last week, Mrs. Tills helped me with an application to Artemis University. That's where she graduated from, apparently, and she says she still has quite a bit of pull over there.” Holly wiggled her toes against Tyler’s cupping hand.
“What do you want to go for, or do you not know yet?” Tyler asked.

“I was thinking engineering, maybe biomedical,” said Holly. “I don’t know, something STEM related.”

“Well, you've always been great in maths,” said Tyler. “Better than me, that's for sure.” Holly watched as Tyler pulled her foot into his lap. She looked back up to him, sliding her other foot up next to his leg.

“You were good at math,” said Holly. “You wouldn't have been in math club if your weren't.”

“Yeah, I only joined because you were in it,” said Tyler. He casually reached down and lifted Holly's other foot into his lap. Holly breathed heavily watching Tyler look down to her feet in his possession. “I learned a lot though.”

“That's really sweet,” said Holly. Holly held her legs out straight. Her feet parallel across his thighs, relaxed and pliable to his touch. Tyler grazed her soles with one hand. The warmth of her feet enchanted his hand, beckoning it for more attention. Holly giggled. She stared back at him, eyes lowered, with her thumb tucked between her teeth. Tyler wrapped his hands around her tiny feet and began rubbing into her arches. Holly moaned, still letting out slight giggles. “That feels nice. I'm glad you like them.” Tyler only smiled, glancing back up at her. She wiggled her toes in his grasp, the ends of her stockings dancing gleefully to his touch. The boy pressed and kneaded into Holly's soles with powerful fingers. The two sat in silence, save for Holly's gentle moans, soaking in each other's company in the moment. Holly opened her eyes to look at Tyler when she felt a shifting pressure from within his lap. Holly giggled as Tyler adjusted her feet away from the tensed area in an attempt to hide his swelling issue.

“I'm glad I could make you feel better,” said Tyler, airy and intimate, secrets passing out in the open. Holly closed her eyes. The voice of Mrs. Tills instructing her on home etiquette, the single rule of conduct, entered into her mind as quickly as it faded. All worries and concerns evaporated to the void encircling them in which time stood still. With her own pressuring desires bellowing within, Holly reached down to her legs. She pushed the tops of her stockings downward, bunching at the ankles. She glared a daring look at Tyler, lips parted for heavy breaths, and waited for him to make the next implied move.

Tyler kept his eyes on her as he pinched the end if one stocking. He slowly peeled it off of her foot, inch by inch. The anticipation kept them both on edge. The sock popped off the end of Holly's flushed, bare foot. She wiggled her unpainted, yet finely cared for toes, making them dance for his eyes. The front of his pants twitched.

“You like?” Holly whispered. Tyler nodded, lost for words.

“Yeah,” he said. He reached for the other stocking and slipped it away. He stared down at both bare feet, sculpted with the perfection no man would be worthy of beholding. Her soles blushed bright pink, glossed with the fine layer of sweat. Holly wiggled both sets of toes slowly, invitingly. His eyes matched hers. He teased the bottom of her soles with his fingertips, watching her squirm.

“Heeheeehhahahhaheeeyyy!” Holly giggled. Tyler continued to lazily drag his fingers up and down her feet. His shortened nails slid across her plush, pink soles, smooth and warm. He noticed his other hand just barely resting against the tops of her feet, struggling none to keep them in place.

“You have such a cute little laugh,” said Tyler. Holly shyly shielded her mouth behind both hands. Her laughs briefly muffled until she brought her hands back down again. She felt his lap rising steadily, unknowing as to when it would cease growth.

“Hahahahahahahah nuuhhh uhhhhehehahahaha!” Holly argued through her laughs. Tyler pinched and wiggled her toes. Holly squealed and watched as Tyler fingers made toys of her tiny digits.

“Heehee, your toes are so adorable,” said Tyler. He played with each of them individually, staring down at them like bubbly pink candies.

“Theheheheheyyy likehehehehe youuuuehehahahaha!” Holly laughed. She could see and feel the seam around the front of his jeans tighten. She squeaked when Tyler sped up his scribbling fingers, alternating between her soles and her toes. “Aaahhhhhahahahahahhahahahahahahah!!! Thhhahahahahtttiickllessshahahahahahahah!!!” She grasped onto the side of the couch, leaning forward with fits of laughter. Tyler danced both sets of fingers across her delicate soles.

“Heehee, I don't even have to hold them in place,” said Tyler. “You must really like this.”

Hahahahahahahahahahah!!! I dooohhhehehehahahahahahahahahaha!!!” The ever growing muscle beneath the denim encasement twitched. Tyler scrawled his shallow nails into the slick surfaces of her soles. He teased beneath her toes, causing her to shriek and writhe in her seat. Minutes passed as Holly found herself sinking further and further into her own pool of intense pleasure. When Tyler stopped, he sat back and watched as Holly caught her breath. “Aww, why’d you stop?”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay,” said Tyler. Holly cocked her head to the side, a sideways grin came across her closed lips.

“I've handled worse than this,” said Holly. “You've seen me handle worse than this.”

“I know, I just didn't want to push you too far,” said Tyler. Holly looked down.

“That's sweet,” Holly said, “that you would think of me like that. I guess I just got used to people not considering how I felt about it. Thank you.”

“I'm sure I'm not as good at this as Mrs. Tills,” said Tyler. Holly laughed.

“I don't care about that,” said Holly. “I like it when you tickle me. It's nice, not as hard to keep my legs straight.” Holly waved her feet back and forth in his lap. “I just hope they don't smell too bad.” Tyler kept his eyes locked on Holly's. He cradled her left foot in both hands like a wounded kitten, lovingly. He raised it up to his face, staring back at Holly for a look of confusion or disgust, and receiving back a wide eyed expression of piqued arousal. Holly clenched her fingers around the edge of the couch, her other thumb bit down upon by her teeth, as Tyler placed her toes against his nose and drew in a long breath. The warm, pungent fume coursed through him, igniting his senses; a savory odor, both tart and sweet. His mind fluttered back to that night, the night of the party.

“I think they smell amazing,” Tyler hushed. “Sorry if that's too weird.” Holly shook her head, holding her foot elevated. She hid her burning cheeks behind her bitten thumb. Silently basking in her flurry of feelings, she watched Tyler take another long sniff from her heel to the base of her toes. Tyler’s eyes closed. His lips parted and trembled on the exhale. In and out, he breathed until he stopped. “Holly, can I, um….?”  Tyler paused. Holly stared back at him and nodded.

Tyler closed his eyes. He held Holly's humid, tender toes up to his lips. Holly clenched the side of the couch. She gasped. Tyler planted several gentle kisses against her toes. A burning pressure pushed against her composure, one she had become all too accustomed with.

“Mmmm… Tyler,” Holly moaned. Tyler parted his lips. A shiver ran through Holly, quaking her entire body, as she felt the warm, wet touch of his tongue against her toes. Her thighs pressed together. Her seat shifted back and forth with subtle repetitions. Tyler lapped away at each toe pad, savoring the slightly saline flavor as much as he did the soft, lush texture. “Heeheehee mmmmm…. Ooohhhhhhhhehehehehehehe…” Sheltering the foot within his hands, Tyler’s burst forward at her heel, running his tongue up the entire length of her foot with needful hunger. Holly’s gasp turned loud moan. Her back arched as her head fell backward.

“You like that?” Tyler asked. Holly nodded.

“Mmmhhhmm,” Holly answered through a bitten lip. “Ohhhhheheeheeheeheee Tyler…” He followed through with another wide lick across the smooth, salty length. Holly’s other foot, resting in his lap, began gently rubbing back and forth. Holly felt his excitement yearning for escape, touch, and release. Tyler looked back at her as she guided her toes back and forth across the contained beast. Tyler wrapped his lips around her toes and moaned, sending slight tickles through Holly’s foot. She giggled slight before returning to heavy panting. “You like?”

“Oh my god, yeah,” Tyler moaned. Holly chuckled, gladdened that she could do so well her first time attempting such an act. Tyler slipped his tongue underneath and in between each of her toes. Holly could barely focus on her own task. Faster and faster she rubbed her foot against his rising lap. She could feel how thick it was from her toes stroking up and down. The length, she estimated, crested beyond that of her foot, requiring at least half of the other to measure. The room steamed, echoing with the sounds of their impassioned respirations. Holly’s internal swelling bubbled upward, a teapot ready to sing. Tyler nibbled and sucked on each of her toes, pleasuring each with his pillowy lips and gracious tongue. He took her foot in his lap and helped guide it in his own quest for pleasure. Holly stared down to it to make sure that she would continue to do it correctly after he let go. She grasped the sides of the couch in an attempt to avoid letting her hand drift downward.

“That… feels amazing,” Holly whispered. Tyler licked against the undersides of her toes, wiggling in delight, before reaching up and skittering his fingertips across her sole. “Eeeeeekkk! Hahahahahah...oooooohhhhhhehehehehehahahahahah!!” Holly craned her head back, letting her mouth drop open in an alternating fit of moans and laughter. “Ooooohhhh Tyler! Hhahahahahahahahahahhah!!” Holly allowed the chorus of invigorating sensations to envelop her in a cyclone of pleasure until she pulled both feet away from the boy.

“Is everything okay?” Tyler asked. He wiped his forehead with his arm. Holly nodded. Still panting, the girl lunged at Tyler. She wrapped her legs around his waist and sat on his lap. Holly grabbed the back of Tyler’s head. She stared into his eyes as her fingers ran through his hair.

“I want you, Tyler,” said Holly. “I want you so bad.” Holly thrust her lips onto his. Their tongues met in the center, swirling in a lustful thirst of one another. In an instant, all the times stowed away in bathrooms and closets, exploring her fantasies with Tyler alone in the confines of her imagination, became devoured by the raw stimulation of the real experience. Holly thrust these memories from her mind and dove blindly into the moment. Her chest heaved. She felt the pressure beneath his jeans press against her pulsing, dewed womanhood.

Tyler sat forward, taking Holly into his arms and holding her close. She quickly lifted his shirt up over his head and threw it to the side. He followed the same deed with her. Holly’s chest pressed against his pecs. Tyler reached around the begin unfastening her bra. Holly, in turn, keeping her lips on his, reached down to undo his pants. She freed his belt, popped the button, and drew down the zipper with lightning speed. Caught fully in the moment, both Holly and Tyler found themselves completely unaware of their surroundings.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” Holly felt frozen. An icy chill ran through her body. Yet, in that moment, she spun around. Wide eyed. Heart sunken. Holly grabbed her shirt instinctively and brought it up to her chest. Her eyes shimmered in terror. Her cheeks drained of color in the presence of her employer.

“Mrs. Tills,” Holly exclaimed. Both Holly and Tyler scrambled to throw their clothes back on. The woman stood before them, leaning against an armchair in the same room. Her eyes stared daggers at Holly. Her lips twisted at the ends. “Mrs. Tills, I am so so sorry. Please, please believe me, I am so sorry.” Holly searched for, wish for, a better explanation and found none. She shivered as she stood before Mrs. Tills, nearly on the verge of tears. An overwhelming shame came over her. In that moment, she felt dirty, unworthy, standing before her crime. She could only apologize and beg for forgiveness. Mrs. Tills, in turn, let her get out all that she had to repeat.

“Mrs. Tills,” said Tyler. “I am very sorry, but please don’t blame her. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have asserted myself on her like that, especially not in your home.”

“And yet, I never told you that, did I?” Mrs. Tills asked rhetorically. “I told her and she disobeyed me.” Holly fought back the tears. She stood before the woman, kneeling her head. Holly cringed and nearly broke upon contemplating the possibility of losing her job. “Tyler, you may leave.”

“Mrs. Tills, please, it’s not her fault,” Tyler began once again.

“Tyler, I said leave,” Mrs. Tills ordered. Tyler looked over to Holly.

“Just go,” said Holly. Tyler nodded. He avoided eye contact with either as he darted for the door. Holly stood, frozen and staring at the ground. She clenched her fists and teeth in shame and regret. Mrs. Tills waited for the sound of the door closing to begin with Holly.

“Holly, what was the one rule that I instructed you to follow with Tyler here?” Mrs. Tills asked.

“That I don’t touch him,” Holly said, defeatedly.

“And would you say that you broke that rule quite astoundingly after what I saw of you two in my living room?” Every word felt like a knife through Holly’s chest.

“Yes ma’am,” said Holly. A quiet fell over the room, the calm before the storm as Holly assumed.

“Holly, you have been a tremendous asset to me these past weeks,” said Mrs. Tills. “In all my life, I have never encountered anyone who can hold this position with as much eagerness and professionalism as you. I would terribly hate to lose you. But I cannot simply look past this blatant disregard for my orders. So, Holly, I will offer you the choice. Resign.” Holly looked up, eyes flooded with tears on the verge of spilling.

“Please, I don’t want to,” said Holly. “I promise, it’ll never happen again. I swear.”

“You really value this job that much?” Mrs. Tills asked.

“I do, I really do,” said Holly. “Please. I’ll do anything.”

“Well, my choices for you are for you to resign or you can accept the punishment and we can all move past this,” said Mrs. Tills.

“Punishment?”

“The only way that I can be sure about you being serious about this job,” said Mrs. Tills.

“Then, yes, please the punishment,” Holly begged longingly. “I’ll do it. Anything at all. Just please don’t fire me. And please don’t take it out on Tyler either, this really was my fault.”

“You really are serious about making this up to me?”

“Yes, please, I’ll do anything,” Holly pleaded.

“Very well,” said Mrs. Tills. “Go downstairs to the room. It’s been a long flight and I’d like to change clothes first. Stay there and wait for me.” Mrs. Tills turned to leave before Holly could reply.

“Yes ma’am,” said Holly. “Thank you.” Holly rushed out of the living room and into the foyer. Her eyes fell upon the door once more. Turning the cool, golden handle, Holly wondered just what Mrs. Tills could punish her with, about how much worse could it get for her down there than it has been before. Mrs. Tills entered the foyer and began up the stairs.

“I’ll go ahead and call your mother,” said Mrs. Tills. Holly spun her head around. Her eyes lit up in fright. Mrs. Tills chuckled. “Not about you and Tyler, dear. What happens in my house stays in my house, you know that.” Holly sighed, a single breath of relief raced out of her chest. “No, I’ll just be informing her that you’ll be staying here for the weekend.”

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Holly's chest sank into an icy hollow; a cavern the likes of which rivaled that of the Inferno’s ninth circle. The crimson light of the party room shining against her face could not cover the shame and guilt of her actions. Holly looked around to all the toys and devices, both those she had become acquainted with and those of which she had yet to discover. The girl hugged herself as she walked, never having felt dirtier within the walls of Mrs. Tills’s mansion than when she knowingly disobeyed her orders. She knew not of the punishment ahead, but she felt determined to prove to the woman that she could be trusted with any task set for her.

Holly stood still in the center of the room, cautious not to step out of line once more. Mrs. Tills, her mistress while within that room, walked in. The woman wore a stony expression. She avoided eye contact with Holly while Holly watched her every move. Mrs. Tills walked up to one of her contraptions. One of the more modernized devices, it appeared to be an X-frame attached to an large, mendable arm across the back bore directly into the floor. The branches of the frame came equipped with hinges where the captive’s shoulders, thighs, knees, and elbows would go. Intricately designed, the frame allowed for distinct customization of a bound position, capable of changing shape without first unstrapping those found in it.

“Strip down,” Mrs. Tills commanded without looking back at Holly.

“Mrs. Tills… Mistress, please, I'm so sorry,” Holly pleaded. “Please, it won't happen again. I promise.”

“I know it won't,” said Mrs. Tills. “But you opted for the punishment and you will take your punishment. Now, strip.” Holly nodded. She slipped off her shirt and threw it to the ground. Her shorts fell, collapsing at her bare feet, leaving her in just her bra and panties. Mrs. Tills continued her inspection of the contraption. “Everything.” The woman spoke without turning to see Holly standing in her underwear. Holly froze, opening her mouth to inquire, but quickly elected against questioning the woman.

“Y-yes, Mistress,” Holly said in a quiet, nervous tone. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She let the garment fall into the pile of her other clothes. Holly slid off her panties into the same pile. The girl covered her naked form with her arms and crossed legs. A chill came over her, though the room always retained a dense heat. She waited with her eyes faced away from Mrs. Tills for her Mistress to address her once more.

“Good girl,” said Mrs. Tills upon turning to face her. She made no expressive remark to the girl's nude body, treating her as any other helpless captive within the masked walls. Holly shook as she continued to avoid eye contact. Mrs. Tills grabbed Holly gently by the jaw and guided her face up toward hers. “Are you ready to prove to me that you're willing to be a good girl from here on out?”

“Yes, Mistress,” said Holly in a breathy whisper.

“Good,” said Mrs. Tills. “Against the frame.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Holly repeated. She hurried over to the X-frame and pressed her back against it. The leather shocked her naked skin with a blast of cool. Holly stood in place as Mrs. Tills began attaching the straps; first around her ankles and wrists, then furthermore above her knees and elbows, and once again around her upper thighs. Holly stood stoically waiting the punishment she so deserved. Once strapped in, Mrs. Tills pushed the frame back. Holly fell backward into a horizontal plane. Holly laid flat, staring up at the ceiling as Mrs. Tills circled her naked body.

“You do have a beautiful body, Holly,” said Mrs. Tills. She coursed her nails lightly up Holly's thigh, causing the girl to giggle from both ticklishness and racing nerves. She felt the nails just pass by her clean shaven, pink slit and clenched.

“Thahahnk you, Mistress,” Holly giggled. Mrs. Tills continued her trail up Holly's body, across her waist.

“Have you ever heard of William of Ockham and his famous heuristic guide of theoretical address?”

“Um… Occam’s Razor, Mistress?” Holly's mind was far from obscure trivia, but managed to answer the woman's quiz in the heat of ticklish aggravation.

“Correct,” said Mrs. Tills. “I suppose you also are familiar with the problem solving principle with which he is most commonly associated; ‘the simplest answer is the best answer’.” Mrs. Tills traced circles around Holly's navel with her index nail, feeding more giggles out of the girl. “You see, you propose for me a conundrum. How do I punish someone who enjoys to be tickled with tickling? Is it a matter of intensity? Endurance? Not quite, for you see, the best answer is the simplest.” Mrs. Tills glided her nail upward to Holly's breast. She circled tiny circles around her nipple. Holly's giggles became louder, more prominent. Her hips grinded and thrust against the binds. Her eyes shut. The nipple started to harden, perking up beneath the woman's tender touch. “So, how do you punish someone with tickling that finds enjoyment in being tickled?” The woman flicked the nail across the nipple, causing Holly to gasp and open her eyes again. “You count on her to enjoy it.”

“What are you going to do to me, Mistress?” Holly asked, peering up at the woman.

“Oh, Holly,” Mrs. Tills began. “You don't need to worry about what I'm going to do to you.” The woman reached over to a nearby end table filled with various torture tools. “I think you'll find what I do to you to be very pleasurable.” Mrs. Tills brought a blindfold down around Holly's eyes, fitting it snug to the back of her head. “It'll be what I don't do to you that will teach you a lesson.” Holly's breathing deepened as the world around her faded to complete darkness. Her total vulnerability was only further driven by not knowing where her captor was or what her plan was for her naked body.

“But we'll need to warm you up a bit first,” Mrs. Tills followed. Holly yelped as she felt the delicate strokes of ten long fingernails start scribbling across her ribs.

“Aaahhhh!! Ahahahahahahahahahah!!” Holly squealed with laughter. She found small inches to move side to side, but not by enough to evade Mrs. Tills’s expert tickle tactics. Up to her armpits and down to her sides, the nails skittered without a predictable pattern. The girl's breasts, smaller than most others her age, still bounced with each exaggerated movement.

“Mmm, that's a good girl,” Mrs. Tills taunted. “Laugh for me.” The woman exchanged target areas for several minutes before settling up into her armpits. Holly's head swung back and forth. Mrs. Tills’s nails lightly raked across the plush dips, slick with a thin layer of sweat.

“Aaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!! Eeeeeeekkkkkhahahahahahahahaha!!” Holly began to sink into the minor, introductory tickles. Her time with Mrs. Tills had taught her many tricks about being a good tickle toy, not the least of which was breath pacing and blissful acceptance. The soft, tantalizing tickles kept her laughing and squirming, yet Holly knew not of how it would become a sufferable punishment.

“Such a beautiful body you have,” said Mrs. Tills. “I have great admiration for you and your work here, Holly, both with maintaining the house and with providing premiere entertainment. I foresee great things in your future should you remain my pupil. As such, I will give you the opportunity to terminate your employment with me at any time should the punishment become too much for you. Simply say the words ‘I quit’ and I will release you and you will never step foot in this house again. Do you understand?”

“Aaaaaahahahahahahahahahahaha!! Yeeehehehahahahass Mistresshhahahahahahaha!!” Holly squealed. The girl felt a brimming determination course through her; she was not to be beaten at last at the cost of such an enlightening opportunity. Mrs. Tills’s nails scraped downward past her bare breasts and against her ribs where they stayed.

“I'm going to enjoy this very much.” Mrs. Tills’s fingers counted and pinched each rib, exposed from her stretched, bound upper body. A wide, curling smirk across her lips sliced through the professional persona to her domineering roots, unseen beyond the blindfold’s black shroud.

“Eeeeeeeekkkkkkkkahahahahahahahahahhahahah!! Ooohhhhgosshhhhhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!” Holly continued with fluttering, delicate laughter. Her stomach rose and fell with each wave of laughs. Her breasts, pale and innocent, jiggled as her body squirmed. With each light touch from Mrs. Till’s fingers, Holly felt herself charmed further into submission, a complete disown of her body. With the next transition happening around seven minutes after the last, just as the one before it, Holly squealed in noticeable difference with Mrs. Tills dragging her nails down to her belly.  

“I know it’s been a while since we’ve been down here together, Holly,” said Mrs. Tills quickly skittering her nails across the pale, smooth surface of her tummy. “But going so long without being touched is no excuse for breaking my rules.” The leather cuff binding Holly’s wrists and ankles began to creak as she pulled tighter and tighter. The woman’s nails traveled around a wide circumference from her navel, occasionally slipping down to her sides.

“Aaaaaahahahahahahahahahahahahah!!! Yes, Mistresssshahahahahahahahahahahahahah!!! I’m sahahahrry, Mistress hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!!! I’m sorry, Mistresshhhhhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!!!” Holly’s giggle chimed like bells. Her fingers tightened into fists. Her toes curled. Her desperate, apologetic cries were promptly underwhelmed by the gleeful smile she wore between two blushing cheeks.

“I know you think you are now, but I’m still being nice to you,” said Mrs. Tills. “You should be thanking me right now.” The woman’s nail slipped inside her belly button, gliding around the inner wall while the other hand continued to skate around the bouncing surface. Holly squeaked as the talon dipped inside.

“Eeeekkkk!! Hahahahahahahhahahahah!!! Thhahhahannkk youuuhhhahahahahahaha Mistress!! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!” Holly shrieked and cried out in jovial laughter. Mrs. Tills’s outer hand clawed and prodded into her sensitive stomach muscles, shy and malleable. Holly's midsection bucked and pressed into the frame holding her. Sweat began to gloss her skin, leaving her delightfully susceptible to more ferocious tickles. The woman's nail circled around inside her shallow navel. The sheer concentration of ticklish sensations was overwhelming and just what Holly had been missing for weeks.

Mrs. Tills backed away from Holly's stomach, relieving her the more hysterical tickles, after about twenty minutes. Holly's hair began to mat down to the frame. Her chest heaved with deep breaths. A smile was still washed across her face. The woman guided her nails downward. Holly twitched and giggled nervously as the tickle instruments came closer and closer to her delicate, vulnerable *****. The smile faded. Mrs. Tills swiped a since nail up the crease, causing Holly to gasp.

“With all the time you've been spending down in this area recently, I hope you're not surprised that she could be ticklish too,” said Mrs. Tills. Holly draped her mouth open in confusion, yet dared not to speak out of turn. “Did you think I didn't notice? Your change in attitude? The bathrooms had been unremarkably clean as of late, as I’d imagine that is where you spend a lot of your time. I've even smelled it on you once or twice. Not very professional, I should say.” Mrs. Tills walked away from her pelvic region and down to the far end of the frame. “Not that I mind you entertain yourself should you need to in order to focus on your tasks, Holly, but if it's going to get you into trouble, then I suppose we'll have to control it now, won't we?” Mrs. Tills concluded by dancing her nails up and down Holly's bare soles.

“Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!!! I'm ssshahahahahahahahaharrryyyy Mistreehehess!! Hahahahahahahahhahaha!!! I'll beheheheh good!! Hahahahahahahahahahaha I promissssehehehehahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!!” Holly shrieked. From within the darkness of the blindfold, an assault of tickles came from nowhere across her tiny bare feet. Her body bucked and slammed against the frame. Her toes curled and her feet wafted side to side. Mrs. Tills allowed her the freedom to move as she kept up with her feeble evades.

“You wanted this, did you not?” Mrs. Tills asked Holly as her nails softly caressed her soft, blushing soles. “You missed this.” Gently poking and gliding up and down from the heels to the balls, Mrs. Tills lazily danced her fingernails across Holly's feet, basking in how such little effort could impact the girl so much. Holly, within her building hysteria, managed a nod.

“Yehehehehahahahahahasss, Mistreehehess!! Yyyeeehehehehahahahahahahahahasss!!” Holly screamed with grateful enthusiasm. She attempted to hold her feet steady as she had been taught, but the woman's brushing nails proved too effective for her own fortitude. Mrs. Tills’s fingers slid effortlessly across her childishly unblemished, immaculate soles. Holly pulled at her cuffs. She squirmed her seat across the frame, feeling her Mistress’s ticklish touch start to feed into deeper, more pleasurable satisfactions.

“I know you have, dear,” said Mrs. Tills. “I too have missed these adorable little toes of yours.” Her nails lifted to begin lightly flicking against Holly's toes. Holly threw her head and back squealed, burrowing further into her own ticklish delirium.

“AAAAAHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! YYEHEHEHEHESSS MISTRESS!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THHAHHAHAHAHAHANK YOUUUHHAHAHAHAHAHA MISTRESS!!” Holy screams of laughter bounced throughout the room in a playful acoustical volley. Mrs. Tills toyed with Holly's ten wiggling toes, pastel pearls. Her nails flicked underneath. Holly made her sensitive stems briefly accessible with each attempt at pulling her own toes back in a display of eager ticklish servitude. Mrs. Tills worked her nails in regardless, attacking not only the stems, but the spaces in between as well. Holly knew the woman to be an artisan at tickling even the most squirmy toes with surgical, nearly frightening efficiency. This was made none the more clear than in her helpless states when the woman made her toes the primary target.

After an hour covering all the main areas across her body in refreshing tickles, Mrs. Tills withdrew. She left Holly panting for air, still staring into the void beyond the blindfold. Holly sank into the frame. The smile never wavered as she felt the frustrations of abstinence from tickling lift from her mind.

“Thank… you… Mistress…” Holly managed between breaths. Mrs. Tills remained quiet. She saw the girl fight to rub her legs together and her seat pressed as firmly into the frame as she could manage.

“Did you enjoy that?” Mrs. Tills asked. Holly nodded. Her deep breaths no longer from ticklish fatigued but of rising urges.

“Yes, Mistress… Thank you, Mistress…” Holly answered. Sweat trickled down the side of her face. Holly gasped softly as she felt something touch her inner thigh.

“Good,” said Mrs. Tills. “Then we can begin.” The object pressed against her was rounded with a hard polyester coating. She gasped once more when the thing began to vibrate against her leg. Holly expelled a mixture of moans and whimpers as the vibrating dome traveled slowly up her leg. It tickled, though not enough to invite laughter from her nervous manner. She instinctively tried to close her legs, but was instantly reminded of the binds around her upper thighs.

“M...Mrs...Mistress?” Holly began to ask. The vibrations reached the leather cuff, continuing to move upward. As the object reached the damp pink slit, Holly threw her head back and exclaimed a crying moan. Mrs. Tills pressed and circled the vibrator firmly against the tip. Holly's fingers retracted into fists. Her toes curled once more. Her back steadily rose and fell into the frame.

“Let it all out, dear,” Mrs. Tills whispered. As Mrs. Tills continued to massage the vibrator against Holly's *****, she began to softly tease her belly with light scratches. Holly’s moans became cut with soft giggles.

“Ooooohhhhhhhahahahaha…. Mmmmmmheeheeehehahahahaha…” Holly bit down on her lip. Her lungs filled and deflated at a steady, relaxing rate. Mrs. Tills guided her nails in a series of aimless tickles around her stomach. Holly’s tummy leaned into the tickles, embracing them, with each yearning breath.

“How does that feel?” Mrs. Tills asked.

“Mmmmmheehahahahahahahahahahaha…. Mmmmmm so good hheehehhahahahahahahahaha… So good heeheeheeheheehahahahahaha… Thhahahahahahnk you, Mistress heheehahahahahahahaha…” Holly moaned on airy exhales. The hum of the wand serenaded her giggling cries of pleasure. Her mistress played her belly like an instrument, strumming against each sensitive string and crafting chords of laughter. The vibrator circled around the crown of Holly’s swollen womanhood, pressed against to maintain position in the gentle swaying of her pelvis.

“If you need to cum, Holly, you must ask my permission. Do you understand?” Mrs. Tills asked. Holly nodded.

“Yehehehes Mistress… oooohhhhhhehehehahahahaha yehehehahahasss Mistress… hahahahahahahahahahahah ooooooooohhhhhhhh….” Holly squealed once the woman’s nail reclaimed her belly button. The duet of ticklish laughter and indulging moans grew louder and more frequent. Beads of sweat continued to form across the girl’s body. Images of her own conjuring filled the blank void of darkness, telling stories of submission and intimacy with Tyler. Holly gritted her teeth. Her head craned back. Her arms and legs shivered and quaked. She felt the familiar rising of carnal need, a peaking tide swallowing the shore. Closer and closer she rode the need out until it became too much to contain. “Mmmmm Mistress…. heheeehehehahahahahaha … can I cum plehehehese?”

“No.” Mrs. Tills turned the vibrator off. She let the device fall to the ground as she dove both sets of scribbling nails back into Holly’s armpits.

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! OOOOHGODDHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Holly screamed out following Mrs. Tills’s sudden tickle assault. Her arms and legs contracted against their cuffs. The unquenched surge pounded against an unrelenting wall. Holly groaned into her laughter as the swell began its dissatisfying plateau.

“Are you not appreciative for what I do for you?” Mrs. Tills asked. Her fingers dug into the girl’s stretched pits. Her nails skated against the slick, tender areas without impeding friction.

“AAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! THHAHAHAHAHNKK YOU HAHAHAHAH MISTRESSSSHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!” Holly screamed her obligated gratitude despite having been denied release. Her body experienced a frenzy of ticklish hysteria and lascivious discord that rendered her more dependant and helpless than ever before. Her chest heaved gulping breaths. Tears began to seep into the blindfold the longer the tickle torture of her armpits continued. Her body thrashed to the farthest it could, tilting left and right across the frame. The woman’s talons dug and scraped with expert precision against the sweaty dips. Minutes passed with Holly trapped in a whirlwind of sensations.

When the woman finally stopped, Holly felt as if she had lost all the endurance she had built for the party. With the woman’s new, electrifying tactic, Holly knew she had reached a substantial degree of subjective fatigue much quicker than before. Offering Holly little time to recuperate, Mrs. Tills retrieved her next tool. She calmed the girl with gentle coos and soft phrases of reassurance. Holly gasped once again when Mrs. Tills adjusted the frame to spread her legs apart farther. The woman took a position in between Holly’s short, bound legs with her tool balanced between two fingers. Mrs. Tills raised the instrument, a delicate handle blooming into a burst of soft down feathers at one end, up to Holly’s rosey warm *****.

“Mmmmmmmmm…. Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh…” Holly moaned once more. The feathers lightly glided across the length of her moistened slit, focusing heavily against the tip. They delivered gentle tickles that promoted giggles intertwined with her expressions of pleasure only found against the most sensitive of areas. “Oooooooooohhhhhh… Mistress…. Mmmmmmmmm… Thank you…..”

“That's a good girl,” said Mrs. Tills. Holly's pelvis pushed against the straps around her thighs, hungry for more feathery touches. Mrs. Tills kept the wand just within reach to tease and prolong her apex. Her vacant hand reached down to Holly's thigh and began gently stroking her nails against the smooth, untainted skin. Holly's body quivered slightly under her touch. Giggles became surfaced again amidst her soft moans.

“Heeheehahahaha…. Mmmmmmmmhheheeehahahahahahahaha… Ohhhh gahahahahad…. Ooooooohhhhhhhahahahahaha…” Holly sang into the party room, an Eros temple. Mrs. Tills’s nails danced gracefully across her delicate skin. They weaved across the top of her thigh. They reached down into the inner portion and occasionally visited her knee. The feather brush continued its up and down motions, keeping up with the sporadic twitches of her pelvis.

“There it is,” Mrs. Tills whispered from a grin. She gazed down at Holly's slick crease to see a tiny gem start to emerge. As it shyly peeked from its nest onto the world beyond, Holly cried out with growing volume after each pass of the feathers. With each stroke of the down feathers against the awakening clit, Holly's body jerked and pulled against the binds. Her laughter faded as to provide louder and louder groans. The swelling had risen higher than before. What once was playful waves licking the shoreline became a raging tempest pressing against the seawall. More images of Tyler appeared; his body enveloping her’s with primal need.

“OoooOOOOoooohhhhh… Mmmmmmmmmmm…. Oooooooohhheheehehehahah! Please... Mistress.. Ooooooooohhhh Please… Can I cum?... Please… Mmmmmmmoooohhhhhahahahahahahhh….” Holly’s seat rose. Her head pressed back against the frame, craning her neck.

“No,” Mrs. Tills repeated. She dropped the feather wand and reached up to attack the girl's sides with rapid, squeezing tickles.

“NNNNNNAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! PPPPLLEEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Holly screamed out loud with the unseen tickle assault. Her small body, glistening with sweat, pushed and pulled against the frame, bucking with hysteria. Her head shot forward on the scream, only to fall back down in defeat. She whimpered and whined as her unmet needs remained pulsing and yearning for release.

“What do you say?” Mrs. Tills asked. Her clawing fingers dug into her sides with quick grabbing gestures.

“AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!! THHHAHAHAHAHAHNNNK YOU MISTREHEEHEHESS!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Holly howled into her groan. Mrs. Tills admired how control of her breath and speech during moments of ticklish stress had become a shining strength in the girl's training. She squeezed and clutched Holly's slender sides, fanning out her long fingers for maximum coverage. Minutes passed before she alternated to quick, scribbling tickles to to her ribs and the sides of her breasts. Holly yelped and hollered with each change in attack before delving back into mad laughter. She screamed and squealed through her tickle torment. She felt the frustrations below increase the sensitivity of her whole body. Her helplessness became all the more apparent to the captive housekeeper, as having given Mrs. Tills complete access to her entire body snuffed out the hope of what little defence she had once taken for granted.

As the world around her played out a mystery beyond the blindfold, and her body and mind in sensory disarray, Holly found herself still giggling several seconds after Mrs. Tills had retracted her hands. The small girl sucked in mighty breaths through her gaping mouth. Her hair matted to the leather frame with sweat. Her limbs twitched. Her cheeks brightened with watermelon shading. Mrs. Tills’s next move remained a secret to only her, yet the nature of her punishment became clearer as her senses began to return.

The frame binding her began to shift. The top half rose, putting Holly sitting at a diagonal angle. With that hinge locked in place, her bottom half was next to move. Mrs. Tills adjusted her knees to bend with her thighs still fully, humiliatingly, splayed open. Her seat was maneuvered forward, further exposing her private area to any and all of whom she would be on display for on the other side of the blindfold. Holly breathed heavily in nervous anticipation. She dared not question Mrs. Tills’s methods of discipline distribution and was still determined to prove herself to her wise, if sadistic, employer.

“What have we here?” Mrs. Tills teased. “Such an adorable little button. Why doesn't she come out and play?” Mrs. Tills retrieved a small spring enhanced tool in the shape of a wishbone. Holly squealed as Mrs. Tills inserted the bottom prongs, drawn apart from each other by a small, yet substantially sturdy spring, into the inner folds of Holly's *****. The prongs held up against the soaking skin as they pushed the lips apart. Holly's tiny, timid clit emerged before the woman, free of its protective shell. Holly twitched as the open exposure demonstrated a drilling reminder of how sensitive she had become. Mrs. Tills noted the time Holly had to recuperate. She reached in the chest of drawers next to her for her next tool. Holly jumped once more as she experienced the fine, moistened tip of a rigger brush begin to softly tickle her vulnerable clit.

“Oooohhh! Mmm mmm! Ohhhhh god, Mistress! Hmmmmm!” Holly's cries came much more sudden and with greater volume than the previous introductions. The gentle strokes from the watercolor brush invoked shocking tickles rocketing through the girl’s body. The fine hairs of the slender tip circled and brushed against Holly’s ripen clit. Holly’s head fell forward as she groaned and yelped with each stroke. The room began to fill with the aroma of her fever. “Mmmm! Mmmmm! Ohhhhh my god, Mistress! Ohhhhhh! Aaahhh! Thank you! Thaaahhhnk you, Mistress!”

“That-a girl,” said Mrs. Tills. She continued in slow, methodical plucks. The delicate, pink pearl quivered with each strum, shooting waves of paralyzing pleasure through her body. Reactive spasms trust against her cuffs, rattling the chains and straining the leather. Mrs. Tills kept up the subdued teasing as she reached under the girl. Her nails began light, stroking tickles against Holly’s butt.

“Eeeeeeeekkkkhahahahahahahahaha!! Ooooooohhhhhhahahahahahahahahahah!! Ooohhmygodhahahahahahahaha!! OoooooOOOOOoohhhhhmygodhahahahahahahahahahahahah!!” Holly squealed and shrieked with laughing moans. Her body continued to jerk. The tickles raced against the bottom of her perky cheeks thrust her hips forward into her thigh straps, further pressing the brush against her *****. Mrs. Tills’s nails caressed the sensitive split of her seat, rapturing the nerves that Holly never knew would be as ticklish as they were. Her cheeks clenched, though this offered her little protection from the woman’s expertly maneuvered nails. The brush continued to lick at her clit, tickling her burning, bare nerves.

“You like being my housekeeper, don’t you, Holly?” Mrs. Tills asked in an intimate tone.

“Ooooooooohhhhhhahahahahahaheheeheehe! Mmmmmmmheeheeheheee! Ooohhh god yehehehsss, Mistress! Mmmmmmmmmm yes Mistress!” Holly wailed.

“You like being my toy, don’t you?”

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm!! Oooooooooohhhh yes! Ooooooooooohhhhhmmmmmmm!! Yeehehess Mistress!! Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhehehehhahahahahahahh gaaahahahahd!!” Holly’s head fell forward on the groaning whimpers of pleasure and back on the expulsions of mad giggles. With each subtle pluck of the brush against her clit, the girl's body retracted in violent jerks. Her chest heaved with each gasp. Sweat and tears soaked into the blindfold. Her hair hung in loose, wet strands in her face and against her neck. “Oooooooohhhhhhhhh!! Mmmmmmmmmm oooooooohhhhh!! Pleheeheease, Mistress, can I cum?” Her voice broke out in pitiful whines.

“Beg for it.” The brush grazed with flamed aggression.

“Ooohhhhh please, Mistress!! Mmmmm hahahahahahah!! Oooohhhh please, can I cum? Pleeheeheease! I need it! Oooohhhhh god, I need it! Please, Mistress! Plehehehease, can I cum? Please! I'll do ahhahaahanything! Please!”

“Louder!”

“OOOOOHHHH GOD! PLEASE, MISTRESS, CAN I CUM?! OOOOOHHHHHH I NEED IT SO BAD! PLEASE!!!” Holly cried out as loud as her withered voice could. Mrs. Tills dropped the brush and took a step back. Her vicious nails made their way down to Holly's soles, scribbling with complete apathy to her edged anguish. “AAAAAAHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! PPPLEEEEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! PPPPPLLEEEEHEHEHEHEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASSSSSEEEHHAHAHAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Holly screamed with acute laughter. The small girl whined and groaned as the raging swelling within her was, once again, denied the cresting apex it so desperately desired. Mrs. Tills said nothing in response to Holly's request, though her fingers made her answer perfectly clear.

“I don't like repeating myself, Holly,” said Mrs. Tills, ruthlessly scraping her nails against the plush, slick soles of Holly's bare feet.

“AAAAAAAAAAAHAHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! THHAHAHAHAHAHAHANK YOUUHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MEHEHSSTREHEHESSS!!” Holly thrashed her head side to side, flinging her damp mane. The girl felt an abundant degree of sensitivity plague her body from riding a constant, inhibited orgasm. Her delicate, young soles scrunched under the raking of Mrs. Tills’s claws. The woman kept up an expert pace of her squirming, pressing against her toes to pull back the soles. Sweat slicked the girl's feet. Mrs. Tills’s routinely manicured nails glided against the sensitive surfaces with ease. She scribbled as quickly as she could, abandoning any warm up to prime her toy for her punishment.

“You’ve been a valuable asset to me, Holly,” Mrs. Tills said with a forlorn look as she administered the ticklish treatment. “But I cannot allow such disregard of my instructions to happen from my help.” Her nails shifted up to the girl's toes. They buried themselves underneath, tickling against the short, pale stems.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! I’M SSSSAAAAHAHAHAHAHARRY MISTRESS!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! I'M SSSAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHRRYYYYHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Holly screamed into the room, humid with her own heat and scents. Her cheeks glowed like stoplights. Her whole body shined in the red light, glistened with a substantial gloss of sweat. Her toes curled over Mrs. Tills’s nails. The woman’s claws slid effortlessly in between each tiny, fragile toe, as well as over the plump, pink pads in devilish scribbles. From the girl’s heels up to her toes, Mrs. Tills worked her tickle expertise across Holly’s most sensitive areas. The girl laughed and screamed until her voice started to fade with strain. Her body collapsed into submerged acceptance, save for the occasional somatic twitch.

For several minutes following Holly’s diminished ecstasy, Mrs. Tills delighted in the desperate squeals of the girl; a distinct, helpless charm resonating from her laughter upon the tickle torture of her candy toes. When she finally stopped, Mrs. Tills walked away from Holly. Holly fought to catch her breath. Her limbs hung loose in their binds, too weak to move. The girl shivered as her exposed ***** continued to thirst. Mrs. Tills made her way up to the party room bar. She retrieved a cloth and dampened it. She wrapped the wet cloth around a large ice cube. The woman brought the cloth over to Holly and used it to wipe Holly's head. Holly moaned into the cold comfort of Mrs. Tills’s touch.

“Th… tha… thank… you… Mis… Mistress…” Holly spoke on deep exhales. Mrs. Tills removed the blindfold from Holly's head. The girl's eyes were blushed and fatigued. She leaned into Mrs. Tills’s hand with each wipe against her sweat soaked head.

“Good girl,” said Mrs. Tills. The woman retracted the cloth and stored it on top of the table down at the end of the frame. She replaced it with a sturdy, rubber coated bar gag, strapped with a belted strap. Mrs. Tills walked up behind Holly. She caressed the girl's head before placing the gag inside her mouth. Holly muffled a squeak in confusion as Mrs. Tills tightened the strap behind her head. “Shh, shh now. Everything's going to be fine. I just don't want you biting your tongue or hurting those pretty teeth of yours during this next part.”

Holly's eyes widened, bowing in fatigued anguish. Her breathing became louder and more frequent. Mrs. Tills walked back down to the bottom of the frame. She reached into the bottom drawer of the table. The woman pulled out a small ring box. She opened it and produced a tiny black bulb. Holly caught a quick glimpse of the mystery tool. It was balled at one end, with the other hosting a shallow, tube opening, resembling a balloon. The tool was small enough to fit in between the woman's index finger and thumb. She squeezed it. It appeared to be made from black dyed rubber, flexible under strain.

“I've always been a good fan of the small, yet effective; subtle, yet substantial, in my methods of corrective recreation. I think you'll find great pleasure in this little toy,” Mrs. Tills said as she brought the bulb up to Holly's splayed *****. She pinched Holly's clit gently and inserted the bulb around it. Mrs. Tills let the bulb suck at the girl's delicate pearl as Holly let out a pained shriek into her gag.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!” The sudden suction pulling more and more blood into the focused, sensitive area left Holly whimpering and contracting. Her head flew back as she wailed. The instant burst of pain slowly posed as a lingering discomfort.

“This little bulb will heighten the sensitivity of the area, making each touch exponentially more devastating,” said Mrs. Tills. The woman flicked the bulb dangling off of the girl's fiery clit, causing Holly to scream once again. Each touch felt like every nerve in her body had been collected and toyed with beyond comprehensible desire. Pleasured exploitation of the area had grown far from conscious yearning and become a painful need. Holly eventually fell from her body's initial clench. She whined and cried into her gag. Mrs. Tills reached back into the table and produced two long, stiff feathers. The woman trailed the feathers across her skin as she came up behind her.

“In case you were wondering, this particular type of punishment is called ‘edging’,” Mrs. Tills said. “You have no doubt figured out its effects. Since you cannot seem to control yourself from the new allure of sexual gratification, your Mistress will have to control it for you.” Holly watched the feathers trail up her ribs. She twitched and squealed from their ticklish influence. She witnessed them reach the bottom of her bare breasts, only them to proceed further. Upon reaching her nipples, Holly shrieked into her gag.

“AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! MMMMPPPHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! MMMMPPPHHHHHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Holly yelped and screamed with laughter. The feathers circled around her puckered nipples with slow rotations. Her face contorted to a sour grimace. The girl bit down on the rubber bar, making rows of teeth imprints.

“For this weekend, I will keep you right on the verge of orgasm, but for your punishment, you will not be allowed to cum,” said Mrs. Tills, lightly grazing the sharp plume against the girl’s hardened nipples. “Still, I admire your work and will keep my mind open to any plea you may offer that may change my mind. Convince me that you've learned your lesson, that you will be a good, obedient girl, and I may decide to show leniency. Until then, you may keep laughing for me.”

“MMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHEHEEEEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! MMMMMMMPPPPPPPHHHHHEEEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” The constant strides of the feathers against her hyper-sensitive nipples sent Holly into a laughing frenzy. They stood upright, beckoning more devilish touch. As she laughed, Holly's body shook in its binds. The violent shivers caused the bulb sucking on her clit to quiver, resulting in more squeals of distress. The swelling continued to grow from an itch she could not scratch to a soreness that would not alleviate. The desire for release was an ache that had foregone pleasure for necessity.

The woman tickled and teased Holly's nipples to a dark red shade. The feathers’ soft touch left Holly squealing and howling with strained laughter. When Mrs. Tills retracted the plumes, Holly was left a giggling, quivering puddle of nerves, doused in sweat. The woman walked down to the bottom on the frame while Holly gasped for air through her gag. Mrs. Tills replaced one of the feathers. The other twirled in in between her fingers.

“I think she's ready to play again, don't you?” Mrs. Tills said. She reached down and pinched the end of the bulb. She pulled the balloon off of Holly's clit. Holly shrieked with the grueling removal as the room's natural winds toyed with the enlarged, hyper sensitized pearl. Her clit swelled with a dark red hue, still dangling in between parted lips. Holly's eyes, wide and begging, watched the feather drift down between her legs. Mrs. Tills lowered the plume to gently touch against her clit.

“MMMMPPPPHHHH!!!” Holly yelped and bit down on her gag as an instant surge of intense pleasure jolted her body. Her body shivered and thrust against the binds. Her head flew forward as Mrs. Tills began stroking the edge of the feather across the side of her clit. The frail barbs of the feather felt like a searing blade against the area.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle,” Mrs. Tills teased with a sideways smirk. Her hand slowly guided the feather against the girl with surgical proficiency. Holly's limbs remained in constant retraction. An electrical surge of untethered sexual rapture stiffened her body. She screamed into her gag, sinking her teeth deep into the rubber.

“MMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHH!!! MMMMMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHH!!! PPPPPPLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! SSSHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!” Holly bawled. Tears streaked down her cheeks from bold, pitifully eyes. The tip of the feather toyed with her exposed clit, brushing it side to side. The enlarged pearl danced beneath the feathery swipe. Holly shrieked with each delicate, miniscule touch. The escalating craving within her began to ache once more.

“Mmm, that's right, Holly,” said Mrs. Tills. “Enjoy the ride. You'll be on it for a while.” The carnal yearning between her legs grew and grew with each frail passing. Harder and harder her primal urge pounded against alleviation. Mrs. Tills kept a close eye on Holly's movements, noting every tiny twitch and expression. The girl's hips thrust against the leather straps. Her squeals became shorter and higher pitched. Holly's legs quivered. Her arms pulled and pulled against the straps holding her down. She pined to free just one arm to offer herself the release of her single minded desire.

“MMMMMPPPPHHHHHH!!! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! MMMMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHHHH!!! PPPLLEEEEEEEAAAAAAASSSHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Holly's cries became shrill with desperation. Her sobs seeped into her screams. The woman watched Holly's breathing and change in responsive behaviors. She beheld the girl's ride of ecstasy and acknowledged when she would be on the cusp of destination. Holly's fortitude would only hold up for several more tiny flicks. “AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!! MMMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHH!!! PPPLLLEEEEAAAASSSHHHH!!! CCCAAHHHNN I CCCUMMMMM?!?! PPPLLLEEEEEAAAAAASSSHHHHH!!! PPPPPLLLEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHHASSSEEEE!!! CCCAHAHAHAAAN I CUMMMMMM?!?!” Holly screamed through pained sobs, her cries muffled but contextually coherent. Mrs. Tills allowed the feather to play for another couple swipes. When Holly felt as if her whole body would explode in a eruption of released sexual tension, Mrs. Tills retracted the feather. In one swift motion, the woman pulled the ice cube out of the bundle cloth and pressed it into Holly's bare, inflamed clit.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!  AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Holly's voice broke multiple times in one furious scream. Her eyes bulged. The frame shook as her entire upper body slammed forward. The girl continued to scream as the cold claimed a grasp on thousands of her most sensitive nerves. The ice cube dropped trickles of its own sweat into Holly's *****. Mrs. Tills held it steady against the yearning clit as the swelling slowly began to drop.

Over half a minute passed before Mrs. Tills pulled the ice away. Holly shivered with her teeth still planted into the bar gag. The rising passions within her began to drop once more in an aching wane, snuffed out by the chilling cube. Trapped in a cavern of sexual anguish, Holly cried and whined. She hardly notice Mrs. Tills remove the divider holding open her dripping *****. The woman came up to the top of the frame and wiped Holly's forehead clear of swea with the rag.

“Shh, shh, it's okay,” said Mrs. Tills. “I just numbed you down there so you won't feel anything for a while. What do you say?” Holly whimpered. Mrs. Tills removed the bar gag from her mouth.

“Th… tha… thank… y… you… Mis… Mistress…” Holly whined. The girl's head fell into Mrs. Tills’s tender touch. The woman cleaned her head off, cooling down her burning cheeks and neck. Mrs. Tills planted a soft kiss on Holly's forehead.

“You are very welcome,” said Mrs. Tills. The woman walked back down to the far end of the frame. She folded and placed the rag back down on top of the table. “That is it for me tonight. I'll be retiring to bed to get an early start tomorrow, where we'll pick this up then.” Mrs. Tills opened the middle drawer of the table and retrieved four thick, rubber bands. She applied the bands around both of Holly's bare feet. “However, I cannot take the chance that you'll end up satisfying yourself throughout the night, so you will remain here.” Holly shook her head tiredly back and forth.

“I w… I won't… I promise… Mistress…” The sheer desperation in her voice replaced volume and vigor. “Pl… please… Mistress… I won't… I promise… Please…”

“I'd like to believe you, Holly, but you're still learning your lesson,” said Mrs. Tills. The woman produced four electric toothbrushes from the top drawer. “Don't worry, though. You're going to be plenty entertained until morning.” Holly squirmed in her binds. She whined and cried as the woman fashioned two electric toothbrushes into the bands around of her feet. The handles pressed up against her plush, damp soles with the brush heads forced underneath her toes, thrust against the stems.

“No… please… I can't…”

“Oh, hush now,” said Mrs. Tills. “Be a big girl and take your medicine.” The woman switched on each of the brushes. Holly’s threw back her head as she belted out a piercing squeal.

“EEEEEKKKKKKKHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NNNNNNAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! PPLLLLEHEHEHEHAAASSSSEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Holly's exhausted body regained enough energy to begin thrashing once more against the straps holding her to the frame. The vibrating handles of the brushes tickled against the lengths of her soft soles. The spinning bristles scrubbed against the sensitive underneaths of her plump, pink toes. Holly sunk back into the frame, exhausted and consumed by manic laughter cutting through sobs. Her tiny feet, plagued with the heightened sensitivity of amassed sexual frustration, bore a constant ticklish bedevilment. The brushes attacked the ticklish nerves with full power unfazed by the rapid swinging movements of her feet or the clenching of her toes. “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I CAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHNNNT!! I CAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHNNNT!!! PPPLLEEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHASSSEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAH!!!”

“I did make sure to replace those batteries during your hiatus, so they should keep you fairly busy for the next eight to ten hours, provided you don't pass out before then,” said Mrs. Tills as she cleaned up around the frame. The woman came up to Holly's top and placed another kiss on the top of Holly's head. She gazed into Holly's tear soaked eyes, pleading for mercy where her mouth was pouring with laughter. “I feel we made a lot of progress tonight. Your punishment will continue throughout the rest of the weekend. I do hope you can get some sleep before we begin again.” Mrs. Tills gave Holly a light, playful, albeit domineering tap against the cheek before turning to leave. The girl cried out objections and pleas for mercy, littered with perpetual, ticklish laughter, as she watched Mrs. Tills start for the door. Holly watched, through tear soiled eyes, the woman leave her night-long fate of tickle torture.

Mrs. Tills allowed the funneled sounds of the girl's laughter to sing her to sleep from the comfort of her bed. It would be hours before unconsciousness took pity on the ravaged housekeeper.

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Holly found herself in a room veiled in black. A warm breeze wafted against her body. Her arms and legs were still attached to the X-frame, bent at the waist in such a way that kept her nether region on full display. Her upper body laid across a diagonal plane. Her legs sat in a narrow, straightened angle, spread as far from each other as was comfortable for the girl. She faced the strange room, yet saw nothing. She attempted to call out, but heard nothing. No sound came from her mouth. Holly began to panic.

The endless void of black disappeared before her in the form of a blindfold being ripped from her face. The room around her was dimly lit with dancing candle flames. It was a room of which she was sure she had never seen before, but one that glowed with a familiar comfort. Her eyes confirmed that she was naked in her binds, though she felt no threat from this. A natural, homey disposition eased any and all troubles that once plagued her mind.

“Sleep well?” A strong voice asked of her from behind. Tyler, dressed in a pair of dark jeans and nothing else, walked out from behind the frame. His finger and thumb had a commanding, pinching grasp on her chin as he spoke, directing her face toward his. He reached behind her and released the gag from her mouth.

“Yes, Master.” Holly's voice was airy, stunned by the figure standing over her. The title seeped from her lips as naturally as her own breath as she gazed upon his woodland brown eyes.

“Good,” said Tyler. The muscles rising from his rich, ebony skin glistened in the candlelight. His face remained dark and mysterious. He walked down her body, letting his dry knuckle graze over her soft, bare form. The boy came up in between her splayed legs. He pressed himself against her as she squealed upon contact. He placed his hand across her sweaty face, gazing into her eyes. Holly leaned into his gentle touch. “You have been a good girl, Holly. Do you know that?”

“Yes, Master,” Holly repeated. A cresting smile cane to her face.

“And do you know what good girls get?” His voice poured out as smooth as the wax racing down the edges of the candles.

“What's that, Master?” Holly asked. So enraptured by the boy's touch and words, she nearly failed to notice two more boys appear within the room. She looked over to one, recognizing him as Quentin Wallace, a boy who Holly had shared flirtatious exchanges during her freshman year of high school, including him briefly tickling her foot beneath the table of her Honors English class. The other was less immediately familiar, but she soon realized to be a matured Nathan McCarthy, her first crush back in elementary school. Both boys were silent and bare chested. Powerful abdominal and pectoral muscles shimmered in the flickering light. They too wore only dark jeans. Before Holly could react to the surprise visitors, the two boys took stoic places down by her trapped, bare feet. Tyler guided her confused face back to his.

“Exactly what they want,” said Tyler. One of the boy's hands remained caressing the side of her face. The other drifted downward to start rubbing her moist mound.

“Oooooohhhhh…. Mmmmmmm…. Master…” Holly moaned into his face. The other two boys knelt down on front of her feet. They each grabbed one of Holly's feet and pulled their faces toward them. Holly caught a quick glimpse of the boys when they started planting soft kisses against her soles. Holly giggled gently before melting back into Tyler's caress. He rubbed her with a sturdy thumb in a slow, circular motion.

“Does little Holly like that?” Tyler asked. The boys bellow began to subtly lick against her soft, plush soles. Their wet tongues grazed up and down Holly's tiny feet with a thorough passion. Holly moaned harder and more frequent with deeper breaths. The girl nodded.

“Yes, Master… Thank you, Master…” Holly cried out. Tyler leaned in and pressed his lips onto hers. Grabbing the back of her head, taking her hair into his rugged fist, Tyler thrust his tongue into her mouth. Holly kissed the boy back with impassioned vigor. She moaned into his mouth as Tyler continued to rub her *****. Their tongues collided in a ferocious pas de deux. Holly squealed out loud as Tyler's fingers began slipping inside her one at a time. “Ooooooohhhh my god… Ooooooooohhhh Master…  Mmmmmmm…. Thank you, Master… Thank you...”

“Does Holly want her master inside her?” Tyler asked. Quentin and Nathan ran their tongues up to Holly's warm, bubbly toes with infatuated worship. Holly let out a shrill moan.

“Oooooooohhhhh yes! Yes, Master… Ohhhhhhh god yes, Master! Mmmmmmmmmm! Please, Master! Ooooooooohhhh I want you so bad….” Holly wailed with the rising passions growing within her. The slick tongues of her past affections raged further hormonal surges. The boys moaned with their own sexual fevers down at her feet, licking away every damp inch in and around her tiny toes. Tyler continued to kiss the girl with the occasional biting of her lip. The boy reached down to adjust his pants. He released his enlarged cock. Holly witnessed the base of the trunk, thick and dark. Nathan and Quentin began sucking Holly's toes, multiple at a time while their tongues continued to lap at their savory flavor. “Ooooooooohhhh yes, Tyler! Please! Ohhhhh god, I need you…. Please, Tyler! Mmmmmmmmmm oooooohhhh please! I'm all yours, Tyler. I'm all yours! Oooooooohhhhh god, please!”

Tyler took a hold of his cock. He placed the head of the beast atop the maw of Holly's lustful cavern. Holly looked up to him, her mouth wide open in grunting breaths, with eyes begging for his affection. Sinking into the frame further with each fanatical lick of her delicate toes, Holly waited with baited breath for Tyler to take her as his own. The boy pressed his cock harder against Holly's *****, nearly dripping with anticipation. As Tyler leaned in further, inserting his full self into Holly's ravenous hollow, Holly threw her head back and released a guttural moan.

“OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!” Holly cried out. In that instant, the room faded behind her. The hungry mouths of Nathan and Quentin drained from her being. Tyler's radiant heat between her legs vanished, replaced with a hanging humidity. Holly opened her eyes. The candlelit room disappeared, and in its place remained Mrs. Tills’s party room. Memories of the night before slowly came to light. Holly groaned and let her head fall back. The dream had left her craving the same craving denied so often throughout the previous evening.

“Good morning,” spoke a familiar voice. In front of her, standing between her legs, Mrs. Tills posed dressed in a fine business suit and carrying a black leather purse over her shoulder. The image of Holly’s reality became startlingly clear, though the feeling of Tyler resting inside her remained.

“Wha… what happened?” Holly asked.

“You must have fell asleep at some point,” said Mrs. Tills. The woman replaced the electric toothbrushes and rubber bands back in their respective drawers. A notable tingling remained across her soles and toes. “Did you get a good rest?”

“Um… I think… Mistress,” Holly replied, still waking up.

“It sounded like you had quite a fun dream,” said Mrs. Tills with a smirk. Holly blushed and giggled

“I, uh, yes… Mistress,” said Holly.

“Very good,” said Mrs. Tills. “So, let me tell you what's going to happen. I, unfortunately, am needed at the office today and I predict that I will be there most of the day. However, this does not postpone your punishment.” Mrs. Tills retrieved a manilla folder from her purse. She opened the folder and looked it over before placing the file on a nearby stool. “Your punishment will continue with a series of errands that I need you to run for me. Nothing major, but there are quite a bit, so it may take you a while.”

“Oh, of course, Mistress,” said Holly with a smile. She sat taken back by the surprise mundanity of the request. Mrs. Tills smirked back down to the girl.

“But the theme of your punishment will continue as well,” said Mrs. Tills. The woman produced a small remote device from her purse. The remote came with a small digital display across the front with multicolored bars fluctuating in frequency. Mrs. Till pressed her thumb down on a circular pad against the top of the remote. Holly shrieked as a raging vibration suddenly tickled her inside her *****.

“Aaaaaaahhhhhhahahahahahahah!! Oohhmmyygodddhahahahaha!! Wwhhahahatisthhahaht?!?!” Holly squealed with laughter. Holly squirmed in her binds as she bellowed in laughter from a tickle she had never experienced before. The unique tickle came with it an equally as established sensation of sexual stimulation, teasing Holly’s primal embers back into flame.

“A remote controlled egg vibrator,” said Mrs. Tills. The woman shut off the vibrator, leaving Holly to dwell in the aftermath of its effects. “This remote will reach the device from virtually any distance. It will tell me, through changes in your body temperature, how close you are to orgasm. It will also alert me if you have one or if it is removed at any time.” Mrs. Tills gave Holly a stern look commanding her stare. Holly listened in complete, obedient silence. “Look at me. You will not cum or remove the vibrator at any time. Should either of these happen, Holly, I will keep you edged in this room for the entire rest of this week following your swift termination. Do I make myself clear?” Holly nodded in sincerity.

“Yes, Mistress,” Holly replied on a broken breath. Mrs. Tills smiled and brushed the girl's hair with her hand.

“Good girl,” said Mrs. Tills. The woman reached down to Holly's wrist and unbuckled her cuff. Holly retracted her arm and stretched her wrist around. “I expect to find you in this exact position when I return tonight. You should be able to have all of these chores done before then. Do you understand?” Holly nodded and replied in polite acknowledgment. Mrs. Tills planted a kiss on the top of Holly's head. “Do not free yourself until I am gone. Have a good day, Holly.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Holly sighed. Mrs. Tills turned to leave.

“But not too good,” Mrs. Tills said, holding up and waving the remote. She shot Holly a wink and a smile before disappearing beyond the door.

Holly gave the situation another thought. She felt the vibrator inside her and shuddered at the idea that it could turn on at any time. Holly sighed. The girl rubbed her eyes, forcing the aching wave of thoughts from settling into a migraine. Holly waited to hear the front door open and close, making sure that Mrs. Tills had left for the day, before freeing her other hand. The girl then freed both of her ankles and knees. She eased her feet down to the floor and steadied herself to stand. Stepping forth like a calf taking its firsts, Holly yawned and stretched out her tired limbs.

The girl collected her clothes and the folder and made her way up stairs. The awareness and slight discomfort of the vibrator inside her began setting in her self consciousness. Never before had Mrs. Tills had her conduct such invasive duties, especially one that remained unknown to all but her. The bother that came with her punishment and new duty was still underwhelmed by her determination to prove herself, as well as the carnal gratification that she associated with the job.

Holly ascended the stairs into the empty mansion. She made a hasty visit to the second story guest bathroom, the bathroom that she had coined as her own during her stay. Inside, Holly glanced at the horror that looked back at her in the mirror. Her hair shined with dried sweat and clung to her skin. Her face appeared tired and flushed. Her eyes hung long and drained from tears. Her arms shivered. She itched from the uncleaned sweat, in no small extent in and around her private area. Holly abandoned her ghastly reflection to adjourn to the bleached, pure white haven of the shower.

Holly proceeded with her shower as normal. The hot water splashed against her back, waking her from her irritated stupor. She progressed through her normal shower rituals, though covered each step in thorough multitudes. She washed her hair twice before lathering her body several times over in moisturizing wash. Holly let the water course down her face. The memories of the night before, those both enjoyable and not, remained no matter how much she washed. The cleanliness she sought for her shower would never relieve the filth that of which she felt with how she conducted herself with Tyler or with the nature of her punishment with Mrs. Tills The vibrator, steady in standby, still managed to incite the loitering need from the night before while also reminding her of her employment’s salacious, distasteful responsibilities.

As the shower continued, Holly’s hand drifted downward. All the steps in her regiment had been completed several times over. The girl stood, idly allowing the water to caress her body. The tips of her fingers found the top of her slit. They pushed inward. Holly cringed as her clit still retained a substantial amount of sensitivity. Against her better judgement, the girl began to swirl her fingers in a steady circle. Holly closed her eyes. Images from her dream still planted so vividly in her mind played on repeat. The sensations. The looks Tyler gave her. The way he said her name. It all came back to her, raining down on her imagination like streams from the jets above. Holly pressed harder against her crease. The swelling returned, as did the ever present need for release.

“Aaaaaaaahhahahahahahahaha!!! Oooooohhhhhahahahahahahahah!!!” Holly squealed and doubled over as the vibrator shot on. The intense blast of ticklish pleasure served as a brief reminder of her conditions. Holly's legs bent, buckling over one another at the knees, as she suffered through the tickles. Holly laughed and moaned up until the vibrator shot off soon after. Holly caught her breath and wiped the water from her face. Breathing through the shell shock, Holly turned the shower off and proceeded to dry off.

Holly placed her clothes in the laundry bin to do later. She proceeded to change into one of the many outfits Mrs. Tills had bought for her; a floral blue top and a pair of denim short shorts in lieu of a skirt for support and discretion to her situation. She chose a white bow to go in her hair and a matching pair of open toes kitten heels that she had yet to wear out. Once down stairs, Holly reviewed the errand list. The list was organized by a tight schedule down to the minute.

At 11:00am, giving her more than enough time to prepare for her outing, Holly was to go to the post office to deliver a package, designated as sitting on the kitchen counter. At 11:50am, Holly must deposit a check at the woman’s credit union, with the check and slip filled out within the folder. Next on the list was a 1:00pm trip to pick up a dry cleaning order, complete with a slip for Knight's Crest Dry Cleaning, giving Holly about an hour in which to get lunch. Her stomach grumbled at the prospects of which to indulge her lunch hour in while out and about.

A 2:00pm trip to the pharmacy followed on the schedule, with another slip for Mrs. Tills’s specific prescriptions. At 3:00pm, the itinerary specified that Holly make a stop at Heartland Flora to pick up a collection of flowers for the house. The note referenced that Holly should mention Mrs. Tills’s name to a ‘Mrs. Strickland’ for the woman's usual, highly specific, order. The last errand was a 3:45pm run to the local grocery store, complete with a list of food, toiletries, and home goods to collect, each specified by brand. The last piece of the envelope was a thick bundle of twenty dollar bills all held together by a paperclip in which to fund all of her errands. Holly counted the stack of bills. The total became $500 and confirmed by a recount. Across the kitchen counter, Holly saw the package to be delivered to the post office, complete with correct packaging, postage, and firmly secured address in which to send it. The girl slung her purse over her shoulder from the coat hanger by the front door and gathered the package. She checked the clock. 10:30am. Holly rushed the package to her car, a light blue bug she had gotten for her high school graduation, in the parking lot. The girl locked up the mansion. With the folder placed within reach in her passenger seat, Holly started off for her day’s worth of activities.

Holly followed the address printed next to the first errand, leading her to the Newfound County post office. As Holly pulled up to a stop light, she witnessed the glow of her phone’s screen pointing at her from the console cup holder before hearing its familiar tune. She checked the screen to see it was her mother. Holly answered the phone while keeping an eye on the progression of cars in front of her.

“Hey, mom,” Holly said.

“Hello, sweetie,” Holly’s mother replied. “How’s everything?”

“Good,” Holly answered briefly.

“That’s good,” said Holly’s mother. “I just wanted to check up on you. You didn’t come home last night again, just wanted to make sure everything was going well.”

“Everything’s fine, mom,” said Holly. “I’m just really busy with Mrs. Tills.”

“Sounds like it. She called last night to inform your father and I that you’d be over there all weekend. You two must have a lot going on.”

“Oh, we do,” said Holly. The light in front of her turned green. The preceding cars followed through the intersection. “Mom, I have to go. I’m on the road running errands for Mrs. Tills.”

“Oh, okay,” said Holly’s mother. “Just wanted to say hi. Have a good day, sweetie.”

“I will, mom,” said Holly. “I’ll call you when I can; maybe sometime tomorrow.”

“Okay, honey. I love you.”

“Love you too. Bye, mom.” Holly hung up the call and dropped her phone back into the cup holder. The radio accompanied the girl’s drive with wave after wave of new hit songs from young singers she felt out of touch with. The girl continued onward toward the post office. She pulled into the parking lot at exactly 10:59am. Holly picked up the package and pocketed $100 dollars worth of twenties before heading inside.

Inside the tiny building, a slew of lockers lined the wall to her left with a stamp purchasing station on her right. In front of her, several people stood in line. Some with packages like hers and others seemingly empty handed. The small girl had never endured the charmless droll of the post office before. The line consisted of people significantly older than her, save for a single overweight gentleman toward the front appearing in his mid twenties. Holly coughed nervously as she had never felt so small and out of place before. Mrs. Tills’s party where her body was exploited for the entertainment of an entire group of strangers seemed comically easy and pleasant compared to the strange new world she found herself in. Still, Holly met everyone who passed in eye contact with a smile. She stood up straight and wore the mature, mundane errand with pride; a rite of passage into adulthood.

“Eeeekkkk!!” Holly squealed. In one instant, her hand slapped over her mouth and her knees bent over one another. She had completely forgotten about the vibrator still inside her until the sweeping tickles returned. Holly nearly dropped the box in her hands recoiling from the sudden blast. Equal parts pleasure and tickles coursed through her body. Her legs trembled. Her mouth relinquished little squeals and squeaks. The others in line shot her strange looks as Holly tried to compose herself. She fought her legs straight, though planted them firmly together. She clenched her teeth while her lips quivered in giggling smirks. Holly wiped her face as she began to sweat. She watched the line before her move painfully slow and wondered just how long Mrs. Tills would keep her this way.

The line moved one hasteless customer at a time. Holly squirmed in her position. The pleasure ate away at her focus. She felt the distinct moisture return to the area as she panted through her nose. Opening her mouth would let forth an uncontrollable fleet of laughs as the vibrator consistently tickled a highly sensitive place that she had never been tickled before. Holly waited as quietly as she could, fighting aggravated impatience, until she was next in line.

“Next,” called the postal clerk. Holly approached the front counter, manned by an older woman by the name of Doris from her nametag. Her voice was dry and uninvested. “Yes, how can I help you today?” Holly only then realized that she could have to speak and shuttered to think what may come out of her mouth.

“Yes, I'd… like this shipped… to this address… please, ma’am,” Holly said through clenched teeth. The vibrator cared not that the girl was in public or that she had to handle herself maturely before others. Doris gave Holly a puzzled look. Holly placed the package on the counter and Doris placed it on a scale next to her desk computer.

“Yes, let's see,” said Doris, weighing up the box. Holly let a few giggles slip out. She lifted her hand to her mouth, pretending to scratch at an imaginary itch. “Yes, that's going to be $59.75. How would you like to pay? Cash or credit?”

“Cash… plehehehease,” Holly laughed. She fought her lips closed. Holly counted out three twenties and handed them to the woman. The vibrations in her ***** resonated to stimulating her clit. Holly felt more and more wet the longer the vibrator tickled her. Doris took her time in handing Holly back a quarter, all while keeping a wary eye on the girl. Holly took the quarter handed to her and started for the door. “Thahahnk you!” Holly called out. Once outside, Holly ran for her car. She threw herself in the driver's seat and let the pleasurable tickles overcome her.

“Aaaahahahahahahahahahah!!! Oooooohhhhhhheheeehehahahahaha!!! Oooohhhhhmygodhahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!” The tickles pleasured Holly in a way she never would imagined. The girl threw her head back and let out laugh after laugh, moan after moan, within the delusional privacy of her car in the parking lot. Images flashed through her mind as she came closer and closer. She pictured her time with Tyler, both at the party and on the couch the day before. She thought back to his gentle grasp of her ankle, how passionately he looked down at her bare foot, and the mind shattering feelings of his tongue caressing her toes. Holly's tickle induced laughter quickly faded to moans, growing steadily in intensity. She allowed the pictures and memories flood her mind, feeding the flames of her passions. Holly felt the pressure within her resurface with all the needful force built up from the day before. In that instant, the soreness returned; the aching that would only be quelled with carnal release. Sweat trickled down Holly's face and neck. She puffed loud breaths as she came closer and closer to that same release.

As she felt her body start to shiver with the much needed explosion, the vibrations stopped. The device has switched off. Holly steadied her composure and wiped her face. The thought of simply reaching down and finishing the job appeared in her mind, yet she opted against it, knowing that Mrs. Tills would know. Holly gripped the steering wheel with both hands as to keep them placed elsewhere. She groaned and whined. The feeling within her slowly atrophied, but she knew that she would feel the intensity of the compiled denials with each soiled opportunity.
With her mind back on track, Holly checked the schedule once more before driving off. The next stop on her list led her to Lyndis Day Credit Union. The drive went smoothly with little traffic, making her 11:50 arrival that much more possible. The drive, when calculating the address in her phone’s GPS, was a relatively short one, made shorter still with minimal objections along the way. Holly parked. Her mind drifted back to the device inside her, how it could activate at any time. Mrs. Tills designed her party to be as humiliating as it was thrilling, yet this stunt seemed more the former. Holly shook off the anxiety the best she could before grabbing the check and deposit slip and exiting the car.

As expected, the inside of the bank was lined with people waiting to be served by a row of tellers. Holly felt smaller still in the crowd of business clad men and women. Her short frame and casual dress made her stand out enough as it was. Holly got in line behind a taller gentleman. Not long after, another man approached her from behind with a similar professional look. Holly felt their eyes fall on her, as well as the eyes of the rest of the bank. Holly looked at no one and stood quietly in line. She clenched her body, bracing herself for the next wave of vibrating tickles.

“Next,” a teller called. Holly looked up to see the woman waving at her. Having blanked out from bodily concentration, Holly missed the line funnel straight to her. Breaching from her wave of worry, she was next, and eager to fulfill her purpose without making a scene of herself.

“Yes, hello,” said Holly cheerfully as she approached the woman, deemed Beatrice from her nameplate. “I would like to make one deposit, please.” The teller laughed at the girl’s phrasing, matched with the image of her being just a head beyond the counter.

“Okay,” said Beatrice. “Do you have a deposit slip already filled out?”

“Yes ma’am, I do,” said Holly. The girl slid the check and slip up to the woman. The woman took the papers and began typing away on her computer. Holly’s nails tapped nervously across the counter.

“And this is going to the ‘Patricia Tills’ account, correct?” Beatrice asked. Holly nodded.

“Yes, maaaaaaahhhh-” Holly slapped her hands back over her mouth. The teasing hum shot back through her. Her body clenched. Holly let out a small squeal before quietly stifling her vibratory plague. Beatrice looked up at the girl.

“Miss, are you okay?” Beatrice asked. Holly nodded quickly with her eyes shut tight.

“Yes…” Holly managed while keeping her laughter hidden away behind clenched teeth. The teller gave the girl a puzzled look before continuing with process the girl’s deposit. Holly winced through the pleasurable tickles. The initial wave was a tickling onslaught, urging her to burst out in laughter like she would under Mrs. Tills’s nails. Other patrons looked to her way. The man behind Holly gave her a funny glance before being served by another teller. As before, her legs tightened together. Sweat began beading across her head yet again. Her cheeks glowed red.

“Okay, you’re all set,” said Beatrice, handing her a receipt. Holly took the receipt and darted for the door.

“Thank… you…” Holly called out just as she flew through the open doors. As with before, Holly started for her car. Short bursts of laughter started to seep from her palm covered mouth halfway to her vehicle. By the time she made it, Holly had broken into a full laughter just as she reached for her door handle. Holly threw herself in her car. She relished in the tickles that followed. Holly laughed along to the hum of the vibrator. The device was firmly secured up her narrow canal; her thin, delicate fingers having made very little impact despite their eager habits.

Soon after, the laughter subsided to soft moans. “Oh no…” Holly whined as she knew another thriving orgasm would soon go unsatisfied. Without having a choice in the matter, Holly enjoyed the ride up until the point she dreaded. Her hips swerved against the seat. The girl panted loudly. She thought about loosening her shoes, as merely being barefoot had become quite the aide in helping her reach sexual peaks. Just the thought of having someone, anyone, on the other end of her bare feet simply threatening to tickle them created surges that needed to be fed. Still, as Holly reached the peak once more, the device turned off, leaving Holly in a sweaty, moist pile of her own fever. She brought her hands to her eyes and let out a loud groan. Having abandoned the idea that Mrs. Tills would grant her what she so sought for, Holly started her car. She rolled down the window, allowing the fumes that had built up to release into open air.

Holly drove off for her lunch hour. While food was far from her mind, she could not deny that the rumble in her stomach was more than just pent up frustrations. Holly picked a small diner in which to enjoy a quaint lunch. Inside, she ordered a chicken finger basket with fries and a Coke. Holly sat enjoying her solitary meal, dreading the possibility that it too would be ruined by the paralyzing tickles. She stared down to her phone as she ate. Several text messages from Tyler had accumulated since the incident. The previous night held two texts from him, one asking if everything was okay and another apologizing for getting her into trouble. The morning had its own collection of four from the boy. One repeat of ‘is everything okay’, one ‘I’m worried about you’, a ‘I hope I didn’t get you into too much trouble’, and ending on a ‘please call me’. The boy had also left six missed called from the time her left the previous night to early that morning. Holly let all the messages and calls go idly unanswered, having no idea as to what she would tell him. While the first half of her lunch was spent staring at Tyler’s messages and missed calls, the second half was spent without a screen, as she snacked away at her fries while watching cars pass on the main road.

With her lunch break over, Holly got back in her car. She was grateful that the woman allowed her to enjoy the break in peace, but knew that it would not be long before the next episode. The next stop was her 1:00pm stop at Knight’s Crest Dry Cleaners. Holly allowed the radio to orchestrate her thoughts with an ode to the 90’s. With traffic building across the roads, her GPS predicted her arrival time later than that of schedule. Holly took the matter as a challenge, darting in and out of other cars while she played Chicken with the speed limits. Holly recognized the recklessness of her actions, but with a mind foggy with irritation and Mrs. Tills’s voice relaying in the back of her head, she was in no mood to toy with the schedule.

At 1:00pm exactly, the blue bug pulled into the parking lot of the dry cleaners. Holly parked the car and gathered what she needed for the errand. The girl pocketed another hundred dollars worth of twenties in her purse, along with the dry cleaner stub, and made her way inside.

“Hello!” said a nice old man behind the counter. The establishment was empty, save for the single worker. Holly smiled at the man and approached the counter.

“Hey, I’m here to pick up,” said Holly. The girl slid the stub to the man. The man inspected the stub and retreated to the back. He disappeared behind a jungle of hanging garments dressed in plastic sheets. A soft radio playing unrecognizable, foreign dance music could be heard blasting from the back of the building. Holly stood in a still silence, alone in the lobby, waiting for the man to return with Mrs. Tills’s order. It was then, standing alone, when the explosion of stimulating tickles began rocking her body.

“Eeeekkkk!” Holly squealed out loud. Her knees bent. She attempted to hold onto the counter to keep from falling all the way down, but tumbled back into a chair against the front wall. In the chair, the tickles raced through her body. She clenched the sides of the chair. Holly bent over, arching her back. Her hand clenched her cheeks over her mouth as she attempted to fight the laughter back. Her shut eyes watered. Her legs pushed tightly together, one foot tucked under the other.

“Hello?” The man called out. When Holly opened her teary eyes, the man stood behind the counter staring in her direction. He laid several plastic covered garments over the counter. The man cocked his eyebrow in confusion as he stared at Holly. Holly pushed herself to her feet and inched her way over to the counter. She placed a firm hand atop the counter as she searched her purse with the other. “$36.50”

“Here,” Holly coughed. She placed two twenties on the counter. Holly gathered the bagged garments in her hands. Struggling against a burst of laughter from the resonating tickles from the vibrator whirring away inside her clenched, wet *****, Holly turned and bolted toward the door.

“Miss, your change,” the man called out.

“Keep it,” Holly called back just before the door closed on its own. Holly ran up to her car, threw the clothes into the back seat, and adjourned to the security of the driver’s seat. There, she let herself become consumed by the vibratory tickles. Her laughs filled the car as they had throughout the day. Her arms bent and clung to her sides. Her legs kicked. Her head swung back and forth. Right on schedule afterward, the vibrations began appealing to Holly’s lustful need.

“Ooooooooheeheeheehee… Mmmmmmmm…..” Holly moaned. Her head tilted back. Her hands tightened their grip around the steering wheel as her toes curled. The vibrations still tickled, but the focus of the vibrations had focused on stimulating her clit. She rode the ride as long as it would last, knowing it would still not complete. Before the device turned off, Holly head her phone ringing from within her purse. In her eros flurry, she reached for her phone. The name across the caller I.D. read Tyler. Holly sighed and, against her better judgement, answered his call.

“Hello?” Holly answered with a breathy air. She took a tight hold of the leather bound wheel.

“Hey, I’ve been trying to get up with you.” Tyler’s voice was genuine and concerned. “Is everything okay? You didn’t get into a lot of trouble did you?”

“It’s okay, Tyler,” said Holly, breathing heavily. “Everything is fine. You’re… very sweet to think of me though.”

“Well, of course, Holly. I’ve been worried about you since last night.” Tyler’s voice triggered visions of her dream, his deep tone whispering her name. Holly felt a chill race through her as she was brought closer and closer to the single, massive, forsaken orgasm.

“Don’t be, I’m fine,” said Holly. “Thank you.”

“Are you sure?” Tyler asked. “You sound… off. Is something wrong?”

“No, no, nothing’s wrong, Tyler,” said Holly.

“Okay, well, I guess I’ll see you on Monday,” said Tyler. “Call me if you need anything at all, okay?”

“Yes, Mas-... Tyler,” said Holly.

“Okay, talk to you later,” said Tyler. “Bye.”

“Tyler,” Holly said, catching the boy before he hung up.

“Yes?”

“Can you… say my name, please?” Holly asked. Her legs rubbed together.

“Say your name? What for?”

“No reason, but… please?”

“Okay, Holly,” said Tyler, pronouncing her name slowly. Holly moaned behind closed lips.

“Again, please,” said Holly.

“Holly,” Tyler spoke. Holly felt the swelling of her primal calling start screaming. She found herself getting closer and closer to finally *******. The vibrator continued to whirr far past the limit it had kept her before. “Holly.” Tyler repeated Holly’s name, fanning her flames. She moaned into the phone before she winced and whined a long whine.

“Okay, thanks, bye,” Holly said in quick succession. The girl hung up the call and threw her phone into the passenger seat. The device continued to torment the girl. The vibrations pushed her closer and closer to release. The stimulation became so constant and severe the Holly was forced to deny herself the pleasure that her body was more than capable of achieving at that point. Holly shivered, clenching the side of the seat, determined to withhold her orgasm. The vibrations beckoned her cum, just as the orgasm yearned to explode forth, yet Holly, under threat from Mrs. Tills, kept the pleasure within. Her body began to ache. She feared growing too weak to fight the urges anymore, given over by the power of exhaustion. Holly whined and whimpered. The soreness spread throughout her body as everything began to clench. She wanted it so bad, more than anything else in the world, but was determined to not let it beat her.

Minutes passed before the sensations showed her mercy. Holly collapsed back against the seat, sweat glistening her face. She panted and whined through the denial, tears streaking down her cheeks. Holly wiped her face and started her car. She turned the radio and air conditioner to blasting levels to take her mind off of the lingering ache that pounded within her.

She followed the GPS’s navigation to the next address, a nearby CVS and pharmacy. Holly collected the prescriptions and an extra hundred dollars out of the folder before proceeding inside. The convenient store was packed with people. Most were still indulging in their summers with lotions, beach supplies, and pool toys, while other bought groceries and inexpensive cosmetics. Holly weaved around the bustling store and headed to the back. She dreaded having another pulsing episode with so many people around to watch. She only hoped that, if Mrs.Tills were to torment her there, people would be far too involved in their own lives to notice.

Holly was thankful to find the counter empty, but that appreciation dwindled just as easily when she saw just how many people were waiting for their prescriptions in surrounding chairs. Holly approached the counter with paperwork in hand.

“Hello, how can I help you?” asked a male clerk no older than she.

“Hi, yes, I need these filled out, please,” Holly said sweetly. The fit young man behind the counter took the papers while still looking back at Holly. The girl noticed his lingering gaze and looked down, blushing.

“Alright, we’ll have these filled out for you in no time,” he said. He started to turn his back. His tone changed from being of professional optimism to a casual, shy murmur. “And, um , my name is Zach… you know, if you need anything.”

“Okay,” said Holly with a smile. “Thank you, Zach.” Holly felt his eyes leer at her as she walked away, only witnessing the boy turn another way when she sat down facing him. Holly waited her turn as people started filling to the counter one at a time as they are called. The girl caught herself stealing peeks of Zach as he worked. The boy was tall, probably two or three years into college, with a defined jaw. Holly would occasionally catch him looking back at her as well. They would look away impulsively or share an awkward chuckle. Holly, never having been much of a flirt, imagined the needful urges lying dormant within, aggravated by constant titillation, had something to do with how she saw the boy. She knew that Zach, or any other guy she knew, could compare to the feelings she had for Tyler, but for the moment, she had fun teasing herself with the prospect of options. Her mind began to wander to imagining Zach’s face within her fantasies. Him licking her feet, tickling her body, binding her and having his way. Other men had never held such prominent positions in her thoughts, especially not anyone she had no relationship with, but the thoughts were simply electrifying.

It was then, caught within her own betraying imagination, that the vibrations came once more. Holly squeaked before clamping her mouth shut. Her eyes closed. Her hands gripped the rests of the chair. Her legs held together like an activated bear trap. Holly squealed tiny giggles that escaped from her lips.

“A-are you alright?” Zach’s voice asked from the counter. Holly knew he was referring to her without opening her eyes.

“Uh huh,” said Holly quickly. Her face began burning. Shortly after, Holly felt a hand atop hers. She looked up through reddened eyes to see the emerald isles of Zach’s staring back at her. The boy knelt in front of her chair.

“Are you sure?” Zach said. “You appear to be in pain.” Holly let one giggle slip as what she felt was anything but painful, yet she knew pain would eventually become a part of it. It was then, pushed by the lingering touch of his skin against hers, that the ticklish laughter began giving way to the overwhelming cascades of arousal. She looked back to Zach, breathing heavily through her nose.

“I… I’m fine… now,” said Holly, gently heaving with surging tension. “Thank you.” Zach gave the girl a wary stare, followed by a smile.

“Okay, just making sure,” said Zach. He stood from his kneeling position, taking his hand off hers. “But let me know if you need anything.” Holly’s mind flashed an image of them two together, the words ‘I need you’ spilling out of her mouth.

“That’s very… sweet, Zach,” said Holly. Her mind repeated her own voice saying ‘oh Zach’ over and over again while cresting satisfaction poured out from her. “I’m fine… really… Thank you.” Holly continued to heave through the wave as she watched the boy walk back behind the counter. She rested with her burning head in her hands. Holly avoided contact with everyone around her while she pushed the rising urges back down. The pressure began to ache once more. Holly had no idea how much more she could take. The girl fought off more images which only stimulated her desires. Guilt about never having had such visions about a boy other than Tyler began to eat at her conscious, but sadly, not her focus. Images of being tied in an X and spread before a crowd of tickling fingers were forced into pictures of starfishes and memories of doing jumping jacks in gym class. Visions of faceless boys writhing in between her legs as she called out their prefered dom names in the throws of passion became talent show singing contests performed by her Aunt Paula. Her thoughts waged a war for supremacy; the ones her urges conjured versus the ones which she forced to suppress those same urges. The struggle brought beads of sweat to her head as she focused only on not giving into her own needs.

“Um, order for Patricia,” Zach called out. Holly almost missed the call, but looked up after the boy repeated himself. Holly approached the counter.

“Um… Can I… pay here?” Holly asked, avoiding looking him in the eye. The boy paused.

“I’m sorry, are you sure that you’re alright?” Zach asked. “You look like you're burning up.”

“I am,” said Holly. “I mean, I’m… fine. Just a… little… um…”

“... sunburn?”

“Yes, sunburn,” Holly replied. “Can I pay here?” Holly held onto her side of the counter, her nails scraping against the surface with rising tension.

“Sure,” said Zach. “That’ll be $52.60.” Holly quickly counted out three twenty dollar bills and laid them on the table. The boy took the bills and counted out her change. Holly decided to wait this time. She held out her hand as Zach placed the change inside her open palm, brushing his fingers against hers.

“Thank… you…” Holly panted as she pocketed the money.

“No problem,” said Zach. “And if that sunburn’s still giving you problems later, I know a great lotion that will cure it right up.” A flash of Zach rubbing lotion all over the girl's body so as to heighten her ticklishness appeared in her mind.

“Thanks…” said Holly, turning to leave. “Maybe… I will…” Holly dared to look up at Zach’s face. He shot her a smile, one which she volleyed back to him. Holly scurried off to her car, allowing her flirtatious memories with Zach to fade before they cost her her job.

With the fourth errand finished, Holly sat in her car, letting the fourth squandered orgasm to sink back in. She groaned and rubbed her temples. The constant ache was ever more present on a consistent basis with each spoiled surprise. The pain began gnawing in her stomach, anxiously pounding against the cell door to be let out, but Mrs. Tills was the warden ordering it back. Holly was just the door itself, not sure how much longer it would maintain the warden’s order. Holly checked the clock. 2:31pm. The day’s events had devoured the girl’s energy. Her eyes fluttered. Her hands cramped and arms hung heavy. Holly inputted the next address into her GPS and started off.

With a watchful eye on the clock, Holly made her way into the downtown area, complete with roadway congestion. The girl rarely made it to this side of town, and did so even less after she started driving. The flower shop the note mentioned was a homely little shop just outside the historic district. Pulling up in the parking lot of Heartland Flora, Holly practically forgot about the floral arrangements around Mrs. Tills’s mansion. They always colored the peripheral of her vision, adding splashes of color to rooms without standing out. Holly noted the 3:02pm on the clock as she hurried out of her car.

Inside, the fresh scent of spring’s bloom drifted through the air. Brick walls added a bohemian charm to the shop. The main floor was lined with flowers of all species, sizes, and colors, each sitting in it’s own handpainted pot. Holly walked carelessly through the store. Her eyes fell upon the bright, flamboyant petals. The girl smiled with content as she stole a whiff of each. The scents were calming and gentle, so refreshing after the day that she continued to endure.

After surveying each set of flowers, Holly made her way to the back, where a older woman was hanging pots on shelves. “Excuse me?” Holly said quietly. The woman turned just as she set the pot in her hands.

“Oh, goodness, I’m sorry,” the woman said. “I didn’t even hear anyone come in.”

“That’s okay,” said Holly. “You have a lovely store.”

“Aww, well, thank you sweetie,” said the woman. “My name is Gloria Strickland.”

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Strickland,” said Holly. “My name is Holly. I’m here to pick up an order for Patricia Tills.” Holly felt uncomfortable speaking Mrs. Tills’s first name aloud. Still, she spoke it slowly as to convey the message clearly the first time. The woman’s face lit up in a smile.

“Oh, yes, Patricia,” said Mrs. Strickland. “So, you must be that Holly. She’s such a nice woman. Certainly my best, most supportive customer. She has gone on about you though.” Holly grinned.

“Well, I hope not too much,” Holly said, laughing nervously. The woman brushed her hand, dismissing the thought.

“No need to fret, dear,” said Mrs. Strickland. “This is a judgement free zone. Hang on, I’ll go compile her usual.” The woman trotted slowly into a back room, leaving Holly alone at the counter. She fiddled her fingers, played with her hair, and tapped her foot as she hummed a nameless tune. Holly walked from the counter, choosing a more lonely corner in which to wait for the woman. She counted down the seconds until her next episode. Holly felt the vibator idly sit inside her. She clenched her purse, hugging it against her body. The minutes crawled by and Holly knew that another wave of ticklish pleasure would start at any moment. A nervous quiver built in her gut. A slew of unnerving feelings gnawed in her stomach. The uncertainty pressed down on her shoulders, weighing her as heavily as any denied orgasm. Holly was glad she was at least in a marginally empty establishment this time. Humiliation was clearly Mrs. Tills’s strongest weapon. The woman made a distinct mark on Holly, regardless of whether or not she was in the vicinity; a control campaign against Holly’s own solitude.

The door to the back room opened. Mrs. Strickland emerged out with a cart covered in potted flowers. Holly looked toward the woman and approached, positive that the surges would begin at some point before she could collect her order and leave. “Alright, dear, here we have Patricia’s usual; one dozen red roses, another dozen lavender lilacs, two dozen poinsettias, another dozen kaffir lilies, and six pink slipper orchids.” Holly looked over the collection as the woman listed them off. Mrs. Strickland retreated to the counter, leaving Holly to scan over the delicately preserved flora. “And that’s going to come out to being $135.86.” Holly paid the woman in twenties and Mrs. Strickland handed the girl her change. “Here, let me help this to your car.”

“Thank you,” said Holly. Mrs. Strickland pushed the cart out toward Holly’s bug. Holly opened the back hatch and began loading the plastic pots inside.

“There you go, dear,” said Mrs. Strickland upon completion. “Can I help you with anything else today?”

“No, I think that’s it,” said Holly. “Thank you very much again.” The woman offered Holly a hug, which Holly returned with caution.

“Take care, dear,” said Mrs. Strickland. “And give my best to Patricia, okay?”

“Will do,” said Holly walking to the driver’s side. “Bye.” The woman waved goodbye as Holly seated herself in the car. She watched the old woman saunter back into the shop. Holly’s hand shook as she started the car. Her body clenched in the expectation of bursting internal electricity. Her panting returned. The shivering returned. Heightened nerves and a racing mind kept Holly immobile in her car. Minutes vanished from her schedule as she waited for the surge to arrive. It stalled. In twenty minutes of mental preparation, the vibrations never came. Holly breathed a sigh as she started her car, hoping that the impulses would not appear while on the road.

The last stop on the list was a typical grocery store run. She plugged in the address for Mrs. Tills’s preferred Publix and started off. The drive was already twenty minutes behind schedule, but Holly worried not about arriving late. The city was big for a town, but still small for a city. Getting from one end to the other was about a forty five minute endeavor, so the hour slots between errands were easily manageable. Holly still managed to arrive at the crowded Publix five minutes ahead of schedule. The girl found a lucky close space, grabbed the grocery list and her purse, and headed inside.

Holly was greeted by earthy colorscapes, weighing heavy on the side of green. Inside, shoppers hurried through the aisles and scoured the departments. Holly met the eyes of no one as she grabbed her own cart, hurrying through the errand so as to avoid a scene. She scanned through the list and mapped out the most efficient paths to take in which to collect everything. Just as she pushed the cart further into the store, the surges exploded once again.

“Ahhh!!” Holly squealed. Her legs buckled. She held herself up by the handle on the cart, forcing herself to stand before catching the stare of passersby. Holly squeaked and winced at the rush of tickles tightening her body. She fought to regain composure. She reached for the list, the paper shivering in her unsteady hand. Each step forward sent bursts of ticklish nerves resonating from her burning *****. Juices seeped through her panties and into her shorts, creating a dark splotch in the denim. Holly inched her way through the wide sections of store, one electrifying step at a time.

Item by item, she crossed what she needed off her list. Slowly, yet as quickly as she could manage, she filled her cart with very specific products. Fresh produce, store baked breads, and meat weighed out to exact requests piled on one side. On the other, a gallon of milk, a carton of eggs, and hand sliced cheese all sat clumped together. In the top compartment, a jug of bleach, a bottle of Windex, and a box of fabric softener sheets remained separated from the food. The raging ordeal inside her continued throughout the entire trip. The first several minutes were the hardest, fighting back the roaring tickles coursing through her, keeping her body stiff and sensitive.

After a while, the second phase kicked in; just as torturous, but more feasible. The tickles remained, but masked by overwhelming arousal. Holly kept her head low. She hoped, with every step, no one could tell the hormonal tempest crashing inside her. She breathed loudly through her nose. Her fingers trembled. Sweat returned to her head. She felt the moisture building up and leaking into her panties and shorts. Holly kept her thighs pressed together as much as she could. No matter how well her efforts were to hide her throbbing urges, Holly felt as if everyone knew. Without looking at anyone, she pictured every eye point directly at her, judging her for her bodily misconduct. She felt dirty, humiliated, as if her sexual torment was a show for all to behold. Her cheeks blushed rose. Moans beneath her breath turned into pitiful whines, the sounds a punished dog might make. Holly rushed through the grocery list as carefully and quickly as she could. She said little to the cashier upon paying and refrained from looking anyone in the eye lest they learn her secret. Holly hurried the groceries out to the car, loaded them in, and sat waiting for the rush to end and the grueling soreness of denial to begin.

With everything on the list finally finished, Holly drove back to the mansion. There, she unloaded the groceries first, flowers second, with the prescriptions and receipts taking their own trip. Holly left the flowers on the kitchen counter, not knowing what to do with them right away, but sure that Mrs. Tills would inform her later on those specifications. The groceries and house supplies found their way into their designated areas. Holly left the receipts in a neat pile next to the crossed off list, the woman’s prescriptions, and the change that Holly had left over from the day’s adventures. The girl was gleeful to be home and out from the cruel cold of public. Though she still had to endure the spontaneous tickles and flames of pleasure, it would then at least be out of eyeshot of anyone around.

Holly looked at the clock. 4:45pm. The girl had no idea as to when Mrs. Tills would be back home. While it could be an another hour or another six, the girl took no chances in disobeying the woman again. Holly retreated to the foyer. She descended the stairs into the party room. The room still hung with the thick odor of her own juices. She blushed, embarrassed that Mrs. Tills would even know what she smelled like. She sighed and approached the frame, still in the position in which she left it that morning.

Holly stripped down bare, leaving her clothes in a neat folded pile next to the frame. She stepped into the bent X. Holly rested her seat into the one provided. Her inner thighs dripped. Her bare ***** was raw red and coursing with juice. Holly grimaced, but continued in her duties. She attached one strap around each ankle, then again around each knee, making sure it was tight enough for Mrs. Tills’s liking, but still comfortable enough for her. Holly reattached the straps around her thighs as well, quivering from any small graze against them. She reached one arm up to strap in at the elbow, and the the wrist, to the arm of the frame.

Holly sat, by Mrs. Tills’s orders, just as she did that morning, with one free arm waiting to be bound by her mistress. The remaining hours of Mrs. Tills’s absence were spent in periodic explosions of ticklish hysteria, following by a undeniable arousal, and ending with the rising soreness of apex rejection. Holly laughed and cried out loud to work through the pent up frustrations, leaving as little within her suppressed as she could. She danced and squirmed against the frame. Sweat cloaked her naked body. Her ***** continued to release juices as her need for release crested to maddening degrees. A dense sensitivity coursed through her body. Each burst of tickles felt more intense than the last, as did the subsequent clitoral stimulation.

For hours, Holly fought against her body and mind, for both belonged to her mistress. The power she held in her one free arm became more and more evident as the evening progressed. A combat of wills raged. The girl did all that she could to keep her wandering hand from giving in. Holly knew that Mrs. Tills could relieve her of this burden by returning and binding the appendage, but only when her punishment should continue another night.