Being tickled might make us laugh, but when you’re being tickled mercilessly, there’s nothing funny about the experience at all. I’m sure that the babes on the Tickle Horror website and the one in today’s story could attest to that.

I was invited to my Master’s place for play time, but I had no idea what he had planned.

I knocked on his door at 10 pm, as ordered. Normally I wasn’t allowed to wear panties. For tonight, he told me to choose simple lingerie; something comfortable.

He answered the door wearing leather pants and a black mask. The mask made him a stranger to me, as he had undoubtedly planned.

I walked down the hallway to the dungeon, growing wet with anticipation.

He pointed to the padded bench in his dungeon.

“Lie down,” he commanded softly.

I dared not disobey.

To disobey would mean punishment.

I took off my blouse and skirt. I reached for my bra and panties.

“No!” his voice cracked like a whip. “Keep them on!”

In my bra and panties, I lay down on the bench.

He fastened me into place and that’s when the torture began.

He tickled my ribs and I resisted the urge to laugh. He tickled harder and the laughter burst out. I thought the tickling was just a tease. That he would soon follow with the hard bite of the lash, but my thoughts were short lived.

I soon realized that tickling was torture in and of itself… and he was relentless.

He tickled my ribs for what felt like hours. I was laughing so hard it hurt and my laughter soon became sobs.

He paused briefly so I could catch my breath. I thought briefly that he’d stop, but he only moved to my feet. He tickled my feet first with his fingers, then with a feather and then with a vibe, until I was weeping with laughter and squirming, fighting my bonds.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he tore my panties and made me come hard.