London was a familiar city for Hannah Knight, it was where she grew up and lived most of her life after all. Of course, now that she lived in the US, things had certainly seemed to change whenever she flew back to visit her friend's and family. The place that always showed the biggest change though, was her older sister's business, Dress 2 Impress. Which was, as it so happened, where our intrepid librarian found herself today. The shop itself had been open for a long time now, it must have been approaching half a decade-Louise Knight, Hannah's sister had opened it alongside University friends Sarah and Mary not long after they graduated. Looking up at the exterior of the building, Hannah was both fascinated and impressed by just how large it had grown. This place used to be the size of a broom closet in comparison, now they even had multiple floors, even if it was still a bit cramped! Words simply couldn't state just how proud Hannah was of her big sister. It was as if Louise had
What an exhausting day for Omalicha, she stretched herself wondering if tomorrow will be worth getting up for or just stay on her bed all day. Ever since she had finished her educational career in Lagos and moved abroad, to Japan for greener pastures. She had been doing the odd job here and there, barely able to afford the ridiculously high rent for this walk-in closet her landlord called an apartment until she got hired in a game developing company called Drop Games X and moved to a larger apartment which was high costing too. Living abroad was hard but at first she liked her job and the place she was working in. But things changed, she wondered if she stayed back home would her life been better, her love for her job quickly ran out because of how distressful and how underpaying the job was. Getting out of bed everyday had become an ordeal, even the simple act of brushing her teeth in the morning siphoned the little vitality she had. At work she had no friends which made things more difficult for her, Daichi Naiporo the new head artist noticed that she was really having it hard depression and anxiety was slowly eating her up, despite that she continued to give it her all Daichi was impressed, Omalicha was intelligent, responsible and hardworking and Daichi seemed to like that about her. Daichi became fond of her he wanted to help her with everything but he feared it might cause more trouble. Every time he offered to help her out she would declined. He got along with everybody except for her, which distressed him. "Miss Ekpunobi, do you have a minute"Daichi said "As you can see I don't"Omalicha said as she stretched herself, her shirt pulled up exposing her midriff. Daichi was consciously staring at her belly and noticed that she had an OUTIE. His manhood awakened in his tight pants to the point he became uncomfortable. Omalicha didn't notice anything Daichi remained silent for moment, he gazed at her cute bellybutton which shaped like an upside down heart. Daichi smacked her belly in a playful way and told her to pull her shirt down and she did, she was embarrassed. Daichi was relieved, he had a thing for bellybuttons especially OUTIES, seeing one just like that was surprising and tempting,he might've lost his self-control and thus reveal his bellybutton fetish. Omalicha was cool she wasn't weirded out at all but she was confused and embarrassed why would the new Head Artist take an interest on her. "You see I've been working abroad for the past three years until I returned weeks ago as you know, working here is difficult and it would be nice if got to spend time with you and know you" "You...the head artist, want to know about me"she said reaching for her bag "Yes" he said "I don't have time for this maybe next time" "C'mon I know this Inn that just opened a few days ago which serves the best roasted pork we can go there and have dinner" "Like I said I don't have time and besides I don't have the money for butadon and Ryokans around here are expansive" "I'll pay for everything"he said "No thank you, I'm on a mission and guys are a destruction"she said "I'm not asking you out"he said "Oh ok"she smiled smugly "No actually I am asking you out" "No thanks, I was hurt the last time someone asked me out, I don't want to go through that again" "You're cute but I'm sorry I can't"she laughed as she walked away from him "But why" Omalicha slowly and sexily descended the stairs. Daichi's eyes were locked onto her plump rear as she walked down. Omalicha was so ethereal, her aura was something else Daichi was in awe as he watched her sway her hips left and right, she turned her head and gave Daichi a wink before disappearing down the stairs. Daichi sighed in happiness wondering about the things he could do to her and bellybutton. In the next morning still in her pajamas, Omalicha was standing in her balcony looking at commuters busy rushing up and down taking intricate patterns like ants in a nest, she then looked to her left and saw someone familiar. Daichi was there in his balcony, sitting on a chair wearing a purple gown scrolling through his phone while taking a sip of coffee. Omalicha turned her head around and acted as if she didn't see him. "Hey I was wondering when were you going to wake up"Daichi said putting his phone down "Hey I'm talking you" Omalicha kept ignoring him "Yes what do you want!"she turned around and gave him a dirty look "A "good morning" would be nice" "Please do me a favour and leave me alone" "You have questions don't you, as to why am I here"he smiled "No I don't" she pouted "Sure, I'm coming over"he said with a slight grin on his face "Heh.. what.. don't come" "Sorry I'm coming" he said a he rushed back inside. Omalicha rushed back too and locked the door. "Omalicha! come out come out"he called "What do you want" "C'mon I just want to talk to you"he chuckled "You're a creep, get lost" she said as she leaned with her back behind the door struggling to hold her laughter "Ok"he said with a frown slowly walking back as if his factory settings got reset Omalicha laughed and then unlocked the door, Daichi heard the sounds he rushed back and waited patiently on the door. "Mr Naiporo, your one interesting fellow" "I get that a lot, but I'm mad... really mad"he leaned on door frame giving Omalicha a dirty look "Why"she chuckled and shook her head lightly "You called me a creep" "I mean you sure sounded like one" "I've been called many things in past, but creep now that's going too far" "Ok ok I take it back you're not a creep,Sheesh" She said but Daichi ignored her "Ok I'm sorry" Omalicha said and Daichi smiled Both of them were silent for her while so silent that it became awkward. Daichi fidgeted with his fingers, and his eyes were darting around, Omalicha became annoyed because of the sudden silence, she could see he had something to say. "I know you have something to say, just spit it out" "I like you"he said boldly "Heh.. what how can you be so straight forward and upfront like that." She felt an unexpected warmth flooding her body and her face radiated revealing a shimmer on her forehead and on the cheeks. "You're intelligent, responsible and hardworking.. I like that". "There are thousands of women like that."she said as her cheeks glowed more "But I like you" "I know you don't mean what you're saying it's all tatemae".she folded her arms and looked away "No I'm being honest".he said "I'm too blunt you know, well that's what people say, I'm sure when you get to know me you won't like that." "I don't see the problem with that". he said "Well a lot people don't think so, especially Ken he thinks I'm too blunt I have to tone it down. It's exhausting to keep this tatemae, I always feel like I'm walking on eggshells because I can't use tatemae, and it's hard to tell if somebody is being genuine or not". she said "I understand, I've been living in Ireland for the last three years and people there were blunt and brutally honest, at first I felt like my coworkers were rude maybe is because I was used to a lot of tatemae but as time went on I began to appreciate it because it showed me that they trusted that I can handle honesty. I always thought you couldn't be polite without telling lies but they proved me wrong". Daichi said "At least you can understand it". "It's still hard, insincerity is toxic I'd prefer someone to be honest even if it hurts me". he said "I've been living here for months and I just found out about tatemae weeks ago, I thought it was something that everyone and everywhere does it's just that people in Japan have a name for it but I was just wrong, it was embedded in the Japanese culture. To be honest, that made me second guess everything someone tells me. When I started working here Ken would take out me for lunch and help me with everything but he started ignoring me,for months I wondered about this, then I found out that he was obliged to take me out and everything, what he said about "looking forward to being buddies" was just tatemae". That messed me up but I'm glad that he apologized". "That must've slowly dismantled the fairytale fantasy you had about Japan". he said with a smug. "Yes"she laughed "I guess we shouldn't romantisize anything, anyways won't you be going to work." "Yes, I'm just going to relax and stay in the bed all day." She stretched herself "Why, Ken is going to fire you." "At this point I don't care, I'm just exhausted I need some me time, I asked for a personal date and Ken denied me one and I never ask for anything, I work my ass off and for what, the peanuts that I get?, I just can't anymore my wellbeing comes first and jobs are replaceable." "I guess that makes the two of us, Ken will be pissed, but I don't care It's a Friday and I want to have some fun, wanna join me" "Nah thanks and you haven't explained to me about you living here now" "Oh yeah I moved here last night, and I'm the landlord's son" "I can see where you got it from, your mom is quite the women, she's very persuasive she can't take no for answer" "I sorry about that, she was a saleswoman before starting a real estate company." Daichi moved closer Omalicha took a step back"Don't be, anyways see you on Monday" "C'mon"Daichi smiled at Omalicha, from where he had been standing."This is my honne, I like you and I saw your bellybutton yesterday , it's sexy and know you think this is weird but that's how I feel." Daichi went on about his feelings while she stood there, her body flared as if she was the Human Torch. She couldn't take anymore she excused herself, covering her blushing face, ran inside. She locked herself in her room, breathing heavily she asked herself why she felt this way. She hasn't been overwhelmed with such feelings in ages, she had the same intense feeling when she was little playing the New Super Mario Wii game running away from King Bill while listening to Young Girl A. It was so intese that she started sweating. After a while Omalicha came out and gave Daichi a wicked grin. And then both of them exchanged evil grins before bursting into laughter. Omalicha thought it was her personal day maybe she should give what the body needs. "Here it is, but I don't think it's sexy"she said showing Daichi her bellybutton "No it's sexy can I lick it"he asked moving in front of her and squatted "No, bellybuttons are inherently unhygienic"she nuzzled her nose "So let's clean it"he picked her up by her ass, and her bosom pressed against his chest, he took a whiff and Omalicha smelled like rainbows he thought,her pleasant smell drived him crazy. Daichi took her to her room and layed her on the bed and cushioned her head with a pillow. Omalicha buried her face in her hands embarrassed, she had never showed her bellybutton to any guy let alone allowing a guy to clean it, it was hideous she thought. On the other hand Daichi was having a blast as he jammed up to Tiny Little Adiantum looking for the q tips in the drawers. "Daichi" "Yes" "You meant what you said, right?" "About what?"he asked "About my bellybutton, you said it was sexy" "Yes it is, don't worry ever since I met you I've never used tatemae, and I'll try to keep it that way" "Oh ok" she said "I've found them!"he said with excitement after reaching for the q tips container "So Daichi what's so arousing about bellybuttons" she asked He took his time and gulped"I believe in this world of sexuality nearly anything is possible. Almost anything can be sexually arousing to someone, somewhere. Humans happen to be complex creatures, and our ability to use imaginations never fails to astonish. So we shouldn't belittle anyone for their kinks and fetishes." "And yes, bellybuttons are arousing too, personally I just like how they look and how they feel when you play with them or torture them. Some people can't reach the climax if they don't get their bellybutton played with or tortured. Believe it or not many people can get an orgasm from playing with their bellybutton, it's so pleasurable that you can literally cum." "Interesting, but mine is sensitive not in a pleasurable way, I once accidentally flicked my bellybutton with a rubber band, it hurt so bad that I couldn't wear anything over for hours" "That can happen,but I promise I'll be gentle and if you feel any discomfort don't hesitate to tell me"he said reaching the q tip "Ok" She stared and bit her lip. She knew what was coming, without warning Daichi sticked the q tip by the bottom bumpy crevice where the heart shape started. Omalicha let out a squeal "Eeeeeeeepppppp" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry"he blushed as she curled up her toes and became stiff "Go.. go head, it didn't hurt my bellybutton is just unbearably sensitive" "Oh ok, I'll be even more gentle."he wiped the sweat on his fore head Daichi traced through the folds with the q tip, Omalicha let out a "Mmmmm" signalling she was enjoying it as the q tip picked up all the gunk inside. She closed her eyes savoring the moment as Daichi gave it more strength swirling through the folds,it was so satisfying. After a couple of swirls Daichi disposed the q tip and then stretched the folds to see if there was any gunk left. "It's clean"he sighed with delight "So what now"she asked. Daichi got on top of her and unbuttoned her top pajama,her belly was fully exposed now. "This makes me feel naughty in all kinds of waty"he confessed swirling his finger around her bellybutton. She chortled in embarrassment, she moved her head to the side and shut her eyes preparing for what's to come. "Get on with it" she said shyly "Shhhhh! I'm going to melt your mind and body with pleasure, just like you want me too"he whispered to her ear. She didn't know when it was coming but her senses were now hyper alert. Without warning Daichi darted his tongue back and forth between the thick folds with lightning quickness. Omalicha let out a howling laughter "WUUUUUUU HUUUU HUUUHU HUUUU HUUUHU HUUUU". Omalicha began to struggle moving her legs restlessy on the sheets, she tried rolling away but Daichi grabbed her by the hips and hold her in good position. She let out a piercing scream "DAICHIIIIIIIIIIIIIII" but he ignored her he continued mercilessly darting his tongue like a spear with more quickness. "DAICHIIIIIIIIIIIIIII" she screamed. Daichi filled every crevice with his saliva, and tasted the insides while she began sweating heavily. He changed his motion with the tip of his tongue he started wiggling the tip of her bellybutton which sent her to hysterics. She was laughing like crazy moving her arms up and down. "HAHAHAHA HAAHAAA HAAA", Daichi kept going she moved her head side ways to the point he was struggling to hold her down as she thrusted her body up, Daichi was sweating but his excitement was high he kept attacking her bellybutton with his tongue. She was on beast mode she kept throwing her hands furiously nearly hitting Daich on the face. Daichi paused "Woahhh I'm scaroused"Daichi panted between words and took a huge breath before wiping the sweat on his face which was now red "Scaroused, haha is that even a word" she said panting "Yes, you were moving violently" "What was I supposed to do my bellybutton is very sensitive, My body just moved on it's own I couldn't do anything besides that" "Interesting, what other situations does your body move on it's own" he asked with a devilish grin "I don't know"she covered her face "Ok but do you want to continue with this" "Yessss"she whispered urgently "Ok, but I have do this" Daichi got up and went to his apartment and a few moments later he returned with a box full of sex toys,whips, feathers,ropes and other torture devices. Omalicha had closed her eyes waiting patiently for him to continue, she was feeling unbearably hot so she decided to remove her pajamas. Daichi watched in awe as she striped her clothes, he was excited because this was going to make things easier for him to reach her sensitive spots. Daichi smiled and told her that as he promised he was going to make her mind and body melt with pleasure. And finally she was in her white panties, she watched as he tied the rope on the ceiling ,at first she was skeptical of all of this but the idea of being tied up tickled and tortured simply turned her on, like eyes watering, struggling to breathe, wanting to crawl out of her skin because she will be experiencing such intense discomfort from tickling and torture. After tying the rope to the ceiling he asked her if she wanted to continue with it or not, she might regret it later but she ignored him "I'm all yours" she said sensually and cuffed herself and then crawled to him, "oh well let's do this" he said tying the rope tightly on the cuff's chain. "Let's begin" he said, Daichi brought her closer to him, without hesitation he placed his mouth on her bellybutton and gave it a good suck, eliciting a loud moan from Omalicha, she felt her bellybutton unfold inside Daichi's mouth, she felt like her vitality was being siphoned away through her bellybutton as it grew in size in his mouth. Daichi strengthened the suction until her umbilical flesh was inside his mouth, he nearly choked because of this. Daichi released her bellybutton from his mouth and allowed her take a glance of her bellybutton which was completely out, Omalicha marveled at it's size and how nice and sore it felt. Without warning Daichi reached for her bellybutton scraped the tip of the soft umbilical flesh, she tried to fight the irresistible urge squirm but she couldn't, she let out a loud moan and began to squirm spasmodically, the sensations were just too much for her mortal body. She was tied up she couldn't do anything, her vulnerable protruding umbilical flesh was just out there to be tortured mercilessly. Daichi grabbed on it and yanked it outwards, she let out another high pitched scream struggling furiously at her bonds. Her head thrusted from side to side, she was soaked in her sweat she couldn't take it but Daichi hadn't started yet. He pulled out a feather with stiff veins and fluffy veins,he dabbed her bellybutton Omalicha gritted her teeth. "Oh you think you're tough" he said, Daichi dabbed her bellybutton she began to squirm he did it again and again and then he changed motion he traced her naked belly back and forth, she strained her belly and her bellybutton seemed to jutt out more. "Interesting, your bellybutton and your body want more, better give it what it wants"he said with a grin from ear to ear "I think I had enough"she said panting "No you don't, your body wants more"he said Daichi unhooked her bra and exposed her tities, he didn't waste any time he moved the feather along her shoulders, to her chest down to her cleavage and with lightning quickness he swept under the tits, she was filled with ecstasy she began to giggle like a little girl. And without warning Daichi's hands shot out and fluttered two little downy feathers behind Omalicha's ears, she sputtered and giggled involuntarily. "HEEEEEEE HEEEEEE HEEEEEEE STOOOO HOOO HOOOP" Daichi kept attacking her highly sensitised body, more waves of pleasure bashed her internally as he kept going. Daichi went back and tickled her bellybutton more and more waves of pleasure exploded she let out a slutty, muffled moan against her will, her first orgasm rocked her body, her thighs were throbbing. Daichi paused and asked her if she liked it she shyly looked elsewhere and nodded yes. Still tied to the ceiling, Daichi moved closer, he saw the wet spot on her pantie, he attacked her poor bellybutton which was now irritated, he took out a brush stroked her bellybutton up and down Omalicha tried to twist away from the brush, but there was no way she was tied and bound by him and her helpless bellybutton couldn't evade her tickler. Daichi's excitement hadn't peaked yet he kept going mercilessly, tear filled, swollen eyes, Omalicha let out another howling laughter."WOOOOOOO HOOOOOOO HOOOOOO HOO". Daichi changed the pacing to intense, Omalicha lost all control, contorting her body, tossing her head back and forth in a loud fit of squeals. With all her might she screamed "PLEASEEEEEE STOOOOOPP" "Sorry I don't understand Engrish"he said with a Japanese accent "YAMETEEEE" "Huh" "YAMATE KUDASAIIIIIIIII" "NANI?"He burst out laughing This gaijin was something else he thought. Her orgasm had subsided but he wanted to tease her more, Daichi launched his lips on her bellybutton and sucked her bellybutton, she felt a combination of shame, disgust, and fear along with a perverse tingle of excitement as he kept sucking. This was so good that she had forgotten about her problems, Daichi seemed to be draining all her pain and suffering. She shrieked as he used all his might and strengthened the suction, she was in Dreamland. But that savage beast bit her bellybutton, she wailed uncontrollably her eyes opened wide with horror, she couldn't take it! it was excruciating she convulsed with unparalleled vigor. Daichi then released her inflamed bellybutton her eyes still widened in horror, he uncuffed her she dropped on the bed tired, panting swallowing hard, she just lied there twitching while her bellybutton stuck out. Daichi watched in awe. "What a sight"he said Like a gentleman, he picked her up and took her to his apartment and left her rest there. He came back to her apartment and tidied everything and even washed the sheets. Hours later she woke up and found herself down to her birthday suit in his room, she was embarrassed and scared she got up and went to the kitchen. She found him cooking, whatever he was cooking sure smelled good and familiar. He asked her to see what he was cooking, she refused and said she needs to take a shower before that. He walked across the room to her and when he got there he took a whiff of her scent. His force awakened. "That's one of the most feminine thing I've ever smelled"he remarked "Heh, what do you mean" she blushed "Oh nothing, you see I'm cooking something I'm sure you're gonna like it, well it's sorta like a fusion, a blend between two dishes to make a new one, come and see" he grabbed her hand and took her to the stove "You're cooking jollof rice"she gleamed with excitement "Sorta, I'm making butadon, using jollof rice as the base I know it's a complete dish but I'm going to top it with sweet grilled pork loins and make the perfect rice bowl dish"he said "That's sounds delicious" "Wanna join me?" "Yes"she said shyly "But first I need to take a shower"she said "Sure, you can take it here if you want" "No thank you" "Oh ok, but are you going to go outside like that, I know it's dark but I don't want anyone to see my lady like that" like a child he pouted and took off his white shirt "Your lady?"she giggled "Yes"he said buttoning the shirt "Oh ok"she covered her blushing face With that she went to her apartment and took a shower and then returned later. When she got there she was greeted with the delicious smell that filled the entire apartment. She took a single step and Daichi quickly picked her up and took her to the table. "I don't want you to walk for today" "This is ridiculous"she giggled "But why" "Tomorrow I want to tickle those beautiful toes of yours not to forget the soles too" "No!, I've had enough of torture maybe you should be the one that has to be tortured" "I'm ok with that"he said "And your bellybutton, you haven't shown me" "I don't have a problem with that either, you'll see it but mine is not as interesting as yours, yours is the kind of bellybutton I imagined a succubus would"he said "Oh ok" "So what about an Incubus , what kind of bellybutton you thing they can have?" "Well I don't know maybe oval shaped innies"he said "That's boring I think the ones that are shaped like swirls would be perfect"she said "Maybe, let's eat before the food gets cold" "Yeah" They spent the night together, playing Tekken 8 and conversing. Daichi enjoyed her company he has never brought a girl to his apartment before. That night was really special for him, they both fell asleep on the couch. In the morning Daichi woke up and found Omalicha resting her head on his chest, he panicked at first and later calmed down he didn't want to wake her up. He layed her head on a pillow and sneaked out, he went to the bathroom and took a leak before going to the kitchen. Omalicha woke up. "Where am I"she yawned between words "You're awake, good" "We spent the the night together"her eyebrows raised "Yes but nothing happened"he said "I'm glad" "Wanna join me for breakfast"he asked "Tell me, why are you doing this, why have you been nice to me, do you have an agenda" "No, why would I" "You see nice guys are nice until they get something they want, that scares me. Just be honest" "What's with this, showing a benevolent gesture makes me sus, aren't we dating" "But" "But what, didn't I promise you that I'll be honest with everything as much as I can,and yes I want to fuck you but that's not the point, and I hate this "nice guy" label you're giving me, I'd say I'm a good guy. Don't worry I don't have any ulterior motives." "Ok"she ran across the room and gave him a hug"promise me" she said "Yeah, so do you want to join me for breakfast"he said, she smiled eagerly and said "yes". Daichi gave her a passionate smooch. After having their breakfast, Daichi asked her if she ever traveled to Hokkaido, expectedly she said no. Daichi wanted to take a trip with her to Asahikawa, she refused she said she doesn't have enough money for a trip like that, she could only afford spending money around here in Tokyo. Daichi told her not to worry he had covered everything and bought two flights to Hokkaido. She expressed that she doesn't deserve something like that, but Daichi ended up convincing her he pointed out that they both needed a gateway to release these negative emotions. They've been depriving themselves with joy for a long time. In the next hour they got ready and took a flight to Hokkaido. When they got there they sent their luggage to a Ryokan Daichi had booked, it was a bit cold but they were still going to have fun. First they stopped at Asahiyama Zoo, it was busier than usual but they managed to spend some time with the penguins and took a couple of pictures. After that they visited Zerubu Hills but because it getting more cold they didn't spend much time there they went to a restaurant that serves Ainu food. Daichi decided to take her to the Kawamura Kaneto Ainu Memorial Hall which was Hokkaido's oldest museum of Ainu culture, it was opened by Kawamura Kaneto, it's exhibit contained approximately five hundred artifacts of Ainu lifestyle and clothing. This was special for Daichi because he was Ainu, he revealed that on his father's side they're Ainu and his Ainu name is Ekashiba which he was given by his grandma. Omalicha was surprised, she looked up what Ekashiba meant, she found out that it means "someone who can do great things". They returned to the Inn because it was getting colder. When they got inside their room Omalicha pushed Daichi to the bed, she gave him a seductive look and then took off her clothes. Daichi watched her as she sexily did that. Omalicha was now in her pink bra and panty, she asked him to take off his clothes but he hesitated. "Down to your birthday suit"she said seductively "No I don't think we can do this today, it's cold" "C'mon, you want to be tortured, right" "Yeah, but.." "But what, this is something you wanted all along. Don't worry about the cold, our bodies will heat up soon but only if you go inside me" "Ok let's do this" "How are we going to do it if you're still on your clothes" "Ok fine" Daichi off his clothes but he was being slow, Omalicha helped him with it. Daichi was now on his grey LMAO undies. "Oh my gosh that is so cuteeeee"her voice squeaked upon seeing his bellybutton. His bellybutton was a swirl, it wasn't a perfect swirl but it was meaty and cute. His bellybutton complimented his fine abs and the happy trail really did it for Omalicha. His bellybutton was a little red Daichi rubbed it, she watched in awe as he did that. Daichi was embarrassed, he thought she was just messing with him but she was serious his bellybutton was cute she couldn't take her eyes off of it, it was hypnotic. Omalicha asked him again if he wanted to be tortured, he crazily nodded. Daichi got on top of the bed and waiting for her, Omalicha had brought ropes to tie him up, I mean it was only fair since he tied yesterday. She spread his legs and arms and tied them to the bed tightly,and then she cushioned his head with a pillow. She leaped on top of him she lowered her head and gave him a smooch before running her magical hands across his chest. She flicked his right nipple and stroked the left one eliciting a light grunt from. She did this several times until he began to laugh while his breath quickened. Omalicha wanted to make him laugh even more he fought an irresistible urge to squirm but he gave in and tossed his head left and right as she scribbled her naughty fingers under his armpits. He hollered like a hyena as she tickled his heightened armpits, he continuously squirmed he couldn't run away from her hands as she was on top of him, and the ropes were tightly fastened. The room temperature rose because of their heating bodies, his face was now red Omalicha turned around and attacked his soles, she scrabbled her fingers up and down his soles tickling vigorously throughout,he curled his toes it was too much he couldn't take it anymore. He let out a howling laughter sweating, his laughter was encouraging her she went on mercilessly, Daichi began to thrust his body up she didn't give him any chance to breathe at all she tickled his soles for ten minutes it got to the point that he stopped squirming but he twitched a little, his body was like shutting it's senses down. Omalicha was tired of using her fingers she took a fluffy feather and stroked his soles and moved around and between the toes and once again he collapsed in paroxysms of laughter. He tried to wiggle one of his foot away but she held it down and used her body weight to keep his leg in place she tickled his highly sensitized feet, he was laughing hard as if he had a gelastic seizure his cute face was now crimson, she was exhausted from all the tickling she stopped. Omalicha lied on his sweaty chest taking fast short breaths until she gained composure, Daichi was exhausted too he shut his eyes and stayed still. They lied there for minutes, Omalicha could feel his heart beat slowing down back to normal. Omalicha got up and reached for the cotton buds. "I'm sorry I have to do this"she licked her lips lustfully And suddenly she sticked the cotton bud and expertly swirled through the folds of his bellybutton, surprisingly it didn't evoke any emotion. She sat there disappointed. Daichi realised that and laughed he told her that earlier he tortured his bellybutton when she wasn't watching, he claimed that it was numb. Omalicha was angry she felt cheated on but all hope wasn't lost. "Your bellybutton is numb, right?"she asked "Obviously"he said struggling to hold back his laughter "You're going to regret it"she stared him wickedly "Sure"he laughed "I'll pop it out and bite it so hard that you'll cry and beg me to stop, you shouldn't have tortured it without me". She said with a slight grin on her face "No no no no no no don't do that, I'm going to die". "No you won't, you bit mine yesterday it was painful and yet it felt good, I want to share that feeling with you. Think of me as a succubus I only want to bless you with pleasure". "You can't"he said "What's going to stop me mmmh?"she laughed wickedly "No, you can't"his eyes were filled with horror,his breath sped up "Watch me" Omalicha launched her lips on his bellybutton and began to suck it out. Daichi felt it unfolds inside her mouth, she kept sucking and until she filled her mouth with his bellybutton. Daichi arched his back as she impaled his bellybutton with her tongue she stroked it up and down and his breath sped up more. Daichi expected pain but he was surprised to feel a growing excitement as he looked down and saw her sunken cheeks from sucking his bellybutton. She was doing sorcery on his bellybutton, he sighed pleasantly and looked up. Omalicha kept sucking it until he was fully in a trance of ecstasy. Her jaw was aching from the effort as her tongue lashed back and forth she wanted to end this, without warning she bit his bellybutton eliciting loud grunt from him. He was horrified and confused. "I got you where I wanted"she giggled and went for another bite Daichi arched his back and began to shake with unparalleled vigor. Omalicha buried her face and gave it another bite and then watched him squirm as tears filled his eyes. She wasn't done yet she took a crocodile clamp and place it on his bellybutton, Daichi let out a bull's moan. Omalicha was SCARAOUSED she watched him struggle writhing on the bed. And suddenly Daichi managed to free his right hand and with lighting quickness he reached for her bellybutton and squeezed it, Omalicha begged and cried. His force awakened because of her cries he told her to untie him if she wanted him to stop and she did quickly. Both of them felt unbearably hot they took off their undies, they were now naked. Omalicha leaped onto him, they started smooching and kissing, Daichi reached for one of her boobie he squeezed it to his heart’s content while she lustfully moaned rubbing his stiff throbbing cock. Daichi flipped her over he was on his knees he mounted her legs onto his shoulders while she guided his dick to her pussy. Daichi grabbed her hips grinding her crotch against his, finally he was inside. He started with long slow strokes making sure she was comfortable and then he sped up the pace she began to moan softly. He kept the pace consistent but her moans increased, her moans were encouraging him to pump faster, and then he grabbed her by the waist firmly and rocked her crotch against his dick she sighed pleasantly as he worked, encouraging him onwards. "OOOOHHHHH OOOHHHHH OOOHHHHH" Her moans intensified, Daichi saw her inflamed protruding bellybutton and pressed it like a switch. She tossed her head sides ways savagely, she orgasmed. Daichi kept ramming her pussy simultaneously fondling with her bellybutton, she was moaning crazily. Her bellybutton seemed to be a switch that needed to be messed with. A wave of warmth from his crotch area coursed through his body and he busted it was just too good, the warm juices inside felt good. Daichi pulled out his cock and flipped her around she was on her knees, he reached her protruding bellybutton from behind and squeezed it. With frantic squeals she begged him to stop. He squeezed her bellybutton meat she sobbed begging him again and again, it was more than she could take she was on fire from the waist down. She looked over her shoulder, her back arched as her hair clung to her face sobbing. "You're gonna pay"she sniffled and reached for his bellybutton and pulled it. Daichi clenched his teeth trying hard not to give in. Omalicha sniffled and giggled, she thought he was being selfish for not moaning, she wanted him to equally participate on moaning. She grabbed his bellybutton again and pulled it every direction, finally Daichi let out a moan. Omalicha looked at him still flushed and panting from the bellybutton torture somehow she knew where he'd be most sensitive right now, she giggled. Her giggles were cut off by a beastly moan, as her body responded to the rapidly pounding cock stretching her wide. She was caught off guard but this was good for Daichi he punished her pussy, before she knew it, another orgasm slammed into her, fuzzing her mind as she muttered "Ekashiba Ekashiba Ekashibaaaaaaaa". "Zawarudo wourdn't know how zis is gorzen"He said with a Japanese accent "Golden? Is it that good" she asked panting between words. Daichi nodded urgently in affirmation. Daichi reached for her bellybutton again and gave it a squeeze while pounding her more. Omalicha grunted and moaned with each exhalation Ya boy wasn't playing around. Daichi was thrilled hearing her moans intensifying each thrust, Daichi grinned and said "They don't call me Ekashiba for nothing". He kept fucking her like that until he busted again, he pulled out and she immediately collapsed on the bed and Daichi lied beside her panting, they lied there for while until they gained composure. Omalicha rolled over to Daichi and gave him a kiss and said that he gave her a wonderful time. Daichi told her that he had a great time too. Omalicha got up and told Daichi that she was going to get a shower and then relax in the onsen if he wanted should he follow her, Daichi smiled and headed to the shower with her. Daichi sat on the Hinoki stool and switched the shower valve and scrubbed his head while Omalicha applied Pelican For Back Medicated Soap on her boobs until there were bubbles covering her bosom. "What are you doing"he asked "Isn't it obvious I'm washing your back"she said pressing her boobs on his back and swirled around them around "Be sure to change position and strength when you press your boobs into me" he said "Move them left and right and in circles not just up and down"he continued "Ooo that makes me feel good"she said After their shower, Omalicha soaked into the private open-air onsen/Rotenburo it felt wonderful while she listened to Clairvoyant by MISOGI, she looked up to the stars and the sky for a moment and then snow began to fall. Omalicha watched one glittering snowflake land on the back of her hand, it was followed by another one. She was able to see each unique pattern these small wonders possessed, she was filled with joy she always thought every snowflake looked the same maybe the reason was that she always looked snowflakes from a distance. Daichi had wrapped himself with a blanket, a cold wind kissed against his flushed red cheeks, he exhaled sharply hesitating to join Omalicha. She called for him and he told her to wait because he wanted to pop out his bellybutton before soaking in. "Uhh"he grunted after popping out his sore bellybutton, and then took off his blue pants and joined her Omalicha was excited they smooched and kissed in the water, Omalicha noted that her bellybutton wasn't sore anymore, did the hot spring heal it up?. Daichi explained that when soaking in a hot spring the body blocks the pain receptors that's why she doesn't feel any pain. Omalicha was relieved from the fatigue and pain, and her bellybutton was popped out it felt like it was always out. And a film formed on her skin resulting to a slightly tacky feeling after her bath, the onsen was great she would love to do this again. After the hot bath they tried the Japanese cold milk with onsen tamago eggs, Omalicha took a sip of furutsu gyuunyuu (fruit milk) while Daichi sipped koohii gyuunyuu (coffee milk) and conversed until midnight and then they had a restful sleep. Both of them weren't planning on losing their virginity but it happened, their love blossomed because of that, Omalicha was glad to have someone like Daichi by her side.
The Kindness of Neighbors Part 9 by beanz65, literature
Literature
The Kindness of Neighbors Part 9
The Kindness of Neighbors Part 9 Part 9, David finds himself serving a woman other than Kathy. CW: Femdom, Maid Play, Humiliation, Brainwashing, and Feminization. A few days went by in a haze. I had been under Kathy's thumb for about a week, but it felt like a hellish eternity. I was constantly feeling my mind being twisted and changed. Kathy was starting to do what she called 'daily uploads' that resulted in more control and less freedom of thought and action. I was swaying my hips as I walked, avoiding eye contact unless directly ordered to do so, and my chores were becoming more tedious. Kathy was photographing and video recording me more and more doing chores, cooking, and worshipping her feet and butt. One Wednesday, she sat me down in front of her computer and showed me a commercial she was sending to potential clients of my 'All Service Maid' business. It showed me prancing around in my sissy maid costume, cleaning and even pleasuring Kathy orally. My stomach sank, knowing that anyone I served would have no doubt about what they were allowed to do to me. That Friday, I arrived at 8 to find Kathy standing by her car holding a pink duffel bag. "Get in" was my only instruction. I didn't know where we were going, but I feared the worst. As we drove, Kathy explained . "We have our first clients today. 2 different women have booked you for half a day each. And lucky you, you've already met both of them." My stomach sank. I hated the thought of serving the condescending blonde and the handsy redhead, but I dreaded the idea of being in the same room as the raven haired harpy. "Which… ones am I… serving?" Kathy looked at me with a satisfied grin. "Oh, I'm not saying. I would hate to ruin such a delicious surprise!" I sat there miserable, dreading the worst. I felt a wave of pain from my groin. Since I had been in chastity for over a week without release, my balls were becoming swollen and painful in the tight confines of the cage. This painful sting wasn't as bad as some, but they were becoming much more frequent. We eventually pulled up to a pleasant colonial style house. It was painted yellow and had a white picket fence. Kathy handed me the duffel bag with my sissy maid dress was carefully packed. She then handed me a blindfold. "Put this on, take my hand, and follow me inside." I immediately obeyed and was led into the house. I was able to remove my blindfold in an ornately decorated bathroom. Knowing what was coming next, I put on my fake breasts, corset, garter belt, bra and panties, stockings, dress, opera gloves, high heels and of course my collar with the long leash already attached. Kathy walked around me, putting a small lock on the back of my dress, the strap of each high heel and the collar. I hated this part because it was all pageantry. I couldn't disobey Kathy or remove these clothes without her permission, so this was all to show my temporary owner her control over me. But I put on the wig with the long pink pigtails, applied my make-up, and Kathy took hold of my leash. She led me out of the bathroom and into the home's living room. I was stunned by who I saw! The beautiful blonde who had been at Kathy's brunch sat on an armchair, one leg draped over the other. She wore a white sundress with yellow floral patterns and a stunning smile on her face. Per my programming, I entered the room and knelt in front of her with my eyes on the floor. The blonde giggled. "My my, Kathy. She looks quite different from the exotic creature you had serving us last week." Kathy laughed. "Yes, I thought this was more appropriate for a sissy slut. She's all yours." Kathy handed the woman the end of my leash. "And you're sure you are okay taking her to her next appointment?" The blonde nodded. "Of course. I'll get her there on time." Kathy thanked her and turned to me. "Well Daisy, get to work. You will serve Beth's every command, just like I've taught you. See you later." She turned around. "Kiss your goddess goodbye." I raised my head and planted a kiss on her butt, to my embarrassment. Kathy laughed and left. I was now alone with this person, whose name was apparently Beth. She looked down at me. "Well, you have cleaning to do. I put the appropriate cleaning supplies on the kitchen table. Clean my house then come back here." I nodded. "Yes, Miss Beth." I went to the kitchen and gathered the supplies. Beth had been very thorough. I took the carrier and my training kicked in. I thoroughly cleaned her whole house. It was smaller than Kathy's house so it only took me about 3 hours. When I was done, I returned to the living room where Beth was sitting, reading a book. I approached her and kneeled. She smiled, closed her book and leaned down to look at me. "Such a good little thing. Come here Daisy, and put your head in my lap." I crawled forward and obeyed. Beth giggled. "Let's get rid of this ridiculous thing." She removed my wig so my head was resting against her soft dress and I could feel her pillowy thighs supporting my head. She started stroking my hair gently. I felt on edge, waiting for the punchline where I am tortured in some way, but she seemed content to just be gentle. "I want to know some things. Answer me honestly. Understand?" I felt my mind open like a book, leaving me vulnerable to her questions. I nodded. "Yes Miss Beth." She giggled again as she continued to stroke my hair. "So obedient. Now, why are you serving Kathy so loyally? Is it blackmail?" I sighed. "It's not blackmail. I got caught watching porn that was… especially degrading to women. My mom made me go to Kathy for therapy, but she ended up hypnotizing and brainwashing me. Since then, she has made a web of brainwashing that has left me unable to do anything but obey her." Beth gasped then chuckled softly. "I see, so you were a naughty boy. Well, I hope you are learning your lesson. What sort of things is she making you do in your daily life?" I sighed again, hating that I would have to describe my torment out loud. "She makes me come to her house to assert more dominance and brainwash me further every day. She is also influencing my mother by making me tell her how helpful she is being. And she… has me locked in a chastity cage." Beth's hand stopped moving. "Really? When was your last relief?" I shuddered. "It was over a week ago." Beth was quiet for a bit. "Show me." I stood up, lifted my skirt and lowered my panties to show the small, concealing cage. My cock and balls were both swollen and straining against the cage. Beth looked shocked, then to my surprise, she looked concerned. "Oh my gosh! Does it…hurt?" I nodded my head. "Yes Miss Beth." She shook her head. "You poor, sweet thing. Let's take care of that for you. Undress." I felt something that I hadn't for some time, hope. Was she going to let me out? And… cum? I undressed, removing each piece of my humiliating uniform with Beth using a ring of keys to help me take off the locked items until it was folded neatly on the floor next to me and I was standing in front of her. She examined the cage more closely. "Wow, it really conceals everything. Now let me see here…" She held up a small key and put it in the cage's lock. "I'm going to take this off you, but you are not allowed to cum until I say so." With that, I was released from my chastity cage. I immediately felt relieved as my manhood was allowed to dangle freely. "You're lucky I paid for you. I love playing with cock and we are going to have a lot of fun! Let's start with some…" And to my shock, she got on her knees and wrapped her lips around my neglected dick. She started giving me head and I was instantly in heaven! She pushed me back onto the couch and I sat back as she gave me the best head of my life! The only frustrating thing was that I physically couldn't cum. I wasn't surprised, with the layers of programming wrapped around my brain, this was to be expected. After a while of sucking, licking and massaging my cock and balls, Beth smiled up at me. "Are you ready?" I nodded vigorously. "Yes Miss Beth! Please let me cum!" Beth laughed at my desperation. "Okay, when I say. 3, 2, 1, CUM!" As soon as she said that, two things happened at once. Her hand squeezed my cock and balls with a vicious strength and my balls emptied in the most disappointingly ruined orgasm ever. I shuddered and groaned in pain as the agony of my abused manhood overwhelmed any pleasure it could have brought. Beth cackled as she started to,use tissues to clean up the massive load on her hand and floor. "Awww, sorry sweetie, I couldn't resist. I know you've been through a lot, but ruining orgasms is the one little mean thing I really enjoy. Get redressed, it's time to go. And maybe next time I'll let you have a fun orgasm." As I put my embarrassing garb back on, locking everything back in place, Beth took my leash and led me into her garage. We got in and drove for about 10 minutes. Beth seemed to be stalling as I saw her drive around the same road 3 times. "I'm sorry I have to do this, but Kathy makes the rules. Just know, they won't all be this bad…" I shuddered to think what she might mean as we pulled into a driveway. The large house sat back from the street and was surrounded by trees. I got out of the car in relative seclusion and Beth held my leash as she led me to the front door. She rang the doorbell and a few moments later, I was face to face with my new temporary mistress, the raven haired bitch. She looked at me with sadistic glee. "Welcome to hell, bitch." To be continued…
Magic TK story: Zoey gets tickled by Bathman-99, literature
Literature
Magic TK story: Zoey gets tickled
No one could accuse Zoey of any kind of false modesty, or regular modesty, for that matter. The young lightning mage was perhaps one of the most self-assured people you could ever meet, And that quickly turned into cockiness. Her current situation was an example of that, in fact. Away from prying eyes, the mages of Chicago would meet and consult each other on various issues. Or, they would challenge each other to duels. This could be for a variety of reasons. Whether for them to hone their skills, to prepare themselves for the numerous threats against them that they faced on a regular basis, or for the sheer challenge that came from fighting another Mage. For Zoey, it was all about the enjoyment of beating others. There was nothing quite like finding someone who took one look at the nineteen year old and challenging them to a fight that they were confident they could win. On the outside, they certainly had reason for such confidence. Zoey was a looker, with a body that showed that she worked out and took great care of herself. Her black hair was pulled back, showing her electric blue eyes that indicated the source of her magic, that being electric. Many simply took one look at Zoey and dismissed her as a pretty face with a cocky attitude. Their subsequent defeats had been down to such arrogance, but also Zoey having the skills to take advantage of them as well. She had earned her reputation as a fighter, albeit one that many really wanted to take down. Zoey enjoyed the thought that she had a target on her back. What better sign of strength was there, than people trying to claim your crown, after all? Plus, you got a good few trinkets from the mages you did defeat, as many were happy to wager something in order to get their hands on her in the hopes of defeating her in battle. Right now though, Zoey was the one doing the challenging. She had heard of a Mexican mage having just arrived in Chicago and he had apparently gotten his hands on the Rings of Xolotl, the Aztec God of lightning and fire. They were said to be able to amplify the abilities of a lightning mage tenfold, a prize that Zoey was eager to get her hands on to become even more powerful. The mage had taken up quarters in a penthouse in one of Chicago’s more exclusive areas, the top floor, in fact. The long trek up there only made Zoey grow more excited, thinking of what she could do once she had her hands on those rings. She had long reached the point where she felt that she was unbeatable and this would only cement that. Finding the door to the mage’s apartment, Zoey hammered on it impatiently, knocking so hard that there was no chance that he wouldn’t be able to hear it. It was only a short time before the door was opened and Zoey blazed on through without a second thought. “About time! Do you know how long I’ve been waiting?” The mage at the door gave Zoey a blank stare for a second, before he closed it behind her. “Apparently not long enough.” He said with a smirk. “Too long.” Zoey went on, ignoring his tone. “Anyway, my name’s…” “Zoey Martinez, lightning mage and one of the more infamous magical users around.” The interruption made Zoey turn with a glare, she didn’t like being spoken over and that guy had done just that. Still, he wasn’t all that bad looking. He looked to be about five years older than Zoey herself, with handsome features and a suit that looked like it had come off the rack of one of the more expensive stores in the city. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail, helping the man look youthful. “Well, at least I’m known.” Zoey shot back. “I don’t even know who you are.” “Miguel Aceveda.” Was the reply, Miguel offering a bow of his head. “And I think I can guess why you’re here.” “The Rings of Xolotl.” Zoey agreed, holding out a hand. “Give them to me now, and we can skip the part where I humiliate you.” Miguel seemed more amused than insulted by Zoey’s words, raising an eyebrow at them. “You humiliate me? But you don’t even know what I can do.” “Like I need to.” Zoey scoffed. “I’ve handled plenty of tough opponents. You don’t measure up to half of them.” “I don’t?” Once again, Miguel was apparently amused by what Zoey was saying. He remained completely relaxed as well, which irked Zoey. “Look at you. Another rich mage who probably bought the rings. It doesn’t matter what you specialise in. Fire, water, anything else, you don’t stand a chance against me.” Miguel took the insults in his stride, although there was an edge to his expression that hadn't been there before. “I beg to differ, Zoey. Now, you might have the people here battered and bruised, but I assure you that you don’t stand a chance against me. I suggest you leave before I teach you a lesson you shan’t soon forget.” A bark of laughter escaped from Zoey’s mouth at that. “You ain’t getting away that easily. This is a formal challenge! You either accept, or I’m claiming my prize anyway!” There was a pause as Miguel considered what was being said, and then nodded curtly. “As you wish. Although, you shall soon regret not leaving when you had the chance.” Rolling her eyes at that, Zoey sauntered into the penthouse further. “Like I’ve never heard that before. Come on then, what’re the rules?” Miguel followed Zoey, considering the question for a moment. As the one who had been challenged, the laws of the mages dictated that he would decide the form of combat and what would happen to the other should they lose. Zoey had claimed her prize for winning the combat, but Miguel needed to state what he wanted. “If I win, then you become my servant for a week.” Miguel said eventually. “Anything I ask of you, you must obey, no matter what.” Zoey gave Miguel a Look. “You better be thinking about keeping your hands to yourself.” “I swear, by the power of Maqlû, I will not perform sexual acts upon you while you are under my household.” Miguel said, before smirking and adding. “Unless you ask me to, of course.” Zoey rolled her eyes, but took Miguel at his word. She had to, really. Swearing on Maqlû was one of the most serious things a mage could do. Breaking it put their very powers at risk. If Miguel did something against Zoey, he would become helpless before her. She nodded her assent. “Alright, not that I’m going to lose, but it seems like a low demand for what you’re risking.” “I feel as if a week-long lesson of humility would be worth all the treasures you might otherwise have offered me.” Having never really had much of a sense of humility at all, Zoey doubted that. Still, she focused on what was important. “Fine, what kind of combat are we looking at?” “Free for all. As long as you don’t destroy the surroundings, anything goes for both of us. And the fight ends when one of us surrenders to the other. Not a moment before.” “Deal.” Zoey said instantly. Those were fairly standard rules, aside from the non-destruction one. Then again, from how much Miguel must have been paying to stay in this place, it was understandable that he’d be rather concerned about letting it get damaged in anyway. “So, are you ready?” Miguel asked, raising a hand to invite Zoey into the large living room. “Always am.” Zoey shot back as she headed into the room, her head held high. It was certainly large enough for what they needed to do. A wide, open space with windows that looked out over the city. Although Miguel quickly waved his hand and the windows glimmered for a moment, showing that he had created an illusion spell. For anyone looking through the windows, they wouldn’t see anything but an empty room. Another wave of Miguel’s hand saw the furniture all pushed to one side, leaving the floor clear for them to have their battle on. That done, Miguel began to undo the top button of his shirt, then doing the same for his sleeves, allowing him much better movement for the battle ahead. “On the count of three, we begin.” Zoey grinned as she felt the familiar anticipation of battle surge through her. She was looking forward to this. “You got it.” “One…” Zoey got into a fighting stance as she readied herself for the battle. “Two…” A soft breeze could be felt crossing the room as the two faced each other, summoning their magical energies. “Three!” The fight was on. Zoey started, as she always did, with a rush forward into an attack. Lightning crackled over her body as she looked to take Miguel down hard. It was something that normally surprised her opponents, that she was willing to go hand-to-hand with them and not just rely on long-range spells, a factor she loved to take advantage of. With a fist covered with electrical power, Zoey raised it to punch Miguel and knock him down hard. He managed to escape by the slimmest of margins, his hair rising slightly as the static electricity got close to him. Another blow from Zoey saw her attack being deflected as Miguel managed to use his own spells, a strong gust of wind throwing Zoey off target, but she quickly rallied, more amused than annoyed. “Wind magic? That’s what you’re going to fight me with?” She called out. “It has its uses.” Miguel shot back. Zoey was unconvinced. Unless there was something very, very heavy about, wind magic couldn’t really harm her. At most, it’d just slow her down. “Not much use against this!” Zoey called out as she shot her hands forward, letting loose with a blast of lightning that was aimed directly at Miguel. Miguel pushed his hands down to the floor, boosting himself up into the air before the lightning could hit him. It instead struck the far wall, sparking as it dispersed harmlessly. Another blast from Zoe saw Miguel drop down, landing lightly as he managed to avoid the magical lightning once more. “Oh, you actually found a use for it.” Zoey called out. “Too bad it’s just running away.” “It’s enough to keep me in the fight.” “Not for long!” Zoey used her lightning powers against the floor, boosting her as she launched herself into the air and directly at Miguel, lashing out with her leg to kick at him. It wasn’t just magic that Zoey trained herself in, but she also regularly did yoga and self-defence, giving her plenty of strength and flexibility in a fight. It seemed as if Miguel was ready to match her in that department, however. The wind mage dodged to the side and blasted Zoey with a gust of wind, knocking her off balance and then crashing to the floor. Gritting her teeth, Zoey worked through the pain to quickly get to her feet, glaring at Miguel as he smirked smugly at her. She glared at him in response. That had been the first time anyone had gotten the better of her in a fight and it wasn’t an experience she enjoyed. “OK, slick move. But that’s all you’ll get.” Miguel merely twitched his fingers in a ‘bring it’ motion. That infuriated Zoey even more. She was the one who was supposed to do the taunting around here, damnit! Electricity surged up her arms as Zoey summoned more lightning to add extra power to her punches. “Think you’re funny? Well, by the end of this, you’re gonna be begging to hand over the rings. And that’s not all. I’m gonna humiliate you and let everyone know it.” “You can try.” That final bit of mockery set Zoey off and she ran at Miguel, her fists crackling with power as she looked to put the hurt to him properly. She was going to enjoy pounding that smug look off his face once and for all. That had been the plan, anyway. It went awry as Miguel used his magic to send a gust of wind from the side of the room. It wasn’t enough to knock Zoey off her feet, but it was enough to send a length of rope around her legs that quickly wrapped around them. Zoey stumbled as the rope went around her legs, soon leading her to tripping up as the wind caused it to tighten. Miguel’s control over his powers was such that he could have the rope move as if it was guided by his hands. “Hey! Knock that off!” Zoey cried out as the rope went around her legs, the wind tying it around her limbs and causing her to come to a halt as she struggled to keep her balance. “Hm… I don’t believe I shall.” Was Miguel’s response as he summoned another bout of wind that had another rope flying towards Zoey before she could react. Instinctively, Zoey brought up her arms to defend herself, which proved to be her undoing. The rope quickly wrapped around her arms, much like they had done her legs and yanked them down to her sides before finishing off by tying them tightly. Zoey didn’t know how to respond at first. She had never, never, been in a situation like this before. She had always been in command in her fights, never on the backfoot. Being trussed up like this was completely new for her and she had no idea what to do now. The confusion would allow Miguel to react quickly, taking full advantage of his position. He moved in towards Zoey, reaching out and then idly pushing her back. Despite her best efforts, it was too much for Zoey to be able to remain standing and she tottered backwards, landing on the ground with a thump. “And that, I believe, means I win.” Miguel said in a matter of fact tone. “Like Hell you do!” Zoey shot back hotly. “I’m not even done yet! Once I get out of these, I’m going to make you wish you were never born!” “Unlikely. Those ropes have a drain charm put on them. If you attempt to use magic, they’ll just drink it all in and keep you even more secure than before. You’re stuck.” Zoey really hoped that Miguel was bluffing, but a blast of lightning from her body confirmed it. The ropes glowed as the magic drained into them, leaving her stuck and with no way to use her magic to get out. Having held back and waited for Zoey to try and break out, Miguel chuckled as he saw her failed attempt. “Now is about the time you give in, I believe.” The thought of doing that, when the battle had hardly been anything worth the name, rankled Zoey even more. She struggled hard against the ropes, reasoning that, if she couldn’t use magic to get free, she’d just have to work her way through via another means. “I wouldn’t bother, you’re not going anywhere.” Miguel said after a few seconds of watching Zoey struggle. “You may as well just surrender.” “I won’t!” Zoey called out, her temper getting the better of her. She was furious, not only at Miguel for putting her in this position, but herself for allowing herself to fall into it. “Be reasonable. You’re trapped, unable to use your magic and the ropes are too well tied for you to get free. You can’t hope to win, not that you had much of a chance to begin with.” That added barb from Miguel really sent Zoey over the edge. She lunged up hard in a bid to get at him, but had to fall back down as she simply couldn’t break free from her bonds. “You think I’m going to go down to some weak, punk-ass wind mage? Once I’m out of these ropes, you’re gonna be sorry you ever tried this!” The threat washed over Miguel with no effect whatsoever. If anything, he seemed amused by it. “The only way you’re out of these ropes is if I let you. And that won’t happen until you surrender. And since you won’t do it of your own free will, guess I’ll have to force you.” A tiny spark of nervousness flickered within Zoey upon hearing that, but she quickly pushed it aside. “There’s nothing you can do to get me to give in.” She promised. Miguel smiled brightly. “Challenge accepted.” With that, Miguel brought his hands down onto Zoey, resting them on her sides as she braced herself, wondering what he was going to do to her. The rules they had agreed on clearly stated that everything goes, she just imagined that it would apply to her. So, the shock Zoey felt when Miguel dug his fingers into her sides as he began tickling her was sizeable, to put it lightly. “Gonna give in?” Miguel called out in a sing-song voice as his fingers lightly pinched Zoey’s sides, teasing her with light tickles. Zoey clenched her mouth shut while her face began to heat up with some embarrassment and plenty of anger. This was outright insulting, being helpless and tickled at the same time was so utterly childish that Zoey wanted to put the hurt on Miguel even worse than before. She felt the rage grow with each passing second. Yet, as angry as Zoey got, there was nothing she could actually do to prevent the tickling from taking place. The fingers pinching and probing her sides were consistent, not stopping for a moment as Miguel continued to tease her. She gritted her teeth together, determined not to let a single giggle escape from her lips. This resolve was tested further by Miguel continuing to tickle Zoey’s sides. Having met resistance with her trying not to laugh, he upped the ante by starting to dig in even harder and Zoey’s shirt didn’t offer anywhere near enough protection for her to try and block out the sensations. “Kootchy koo… You’re just a ticklish little thing, aren’t you?” A growl escaped from Zoey’s lips as she had to stop herself from giving him a sharp retort. She didn’t trust herself not to break out into a giggle or several if she opened her mouth. Instead, Zoey kept her mouth clamped shut, trying so very hard to stop her slips from twitching upwards, a hopeless prospect in all honesty. “Is someone smiling?” Miguel teased. “Is my little lightning mage going to giggle because she’s just a tickly little thing?” “Shuhuuutt uppppppp!!” Zoey shot back, her temper getting the best of her as she spoke and the giggled spilled out along with the words. “Hm… Nope! Tickle, tickle, tickle!” Miguel spread his fingers and then began to wriggle them right into Zoey’s flanks as the tickling suddenly got even worse. The lightning mage tried so hard to keep control of herself, but it was no use, she couldn’t keep quiet under the pressure of such an attack and her smile became etched on as the laughter soon followed. “Knnohohoocckkk eheheEHEHEEreettt oooofffff!!!” Ignoring the demand once again, Miguel skittered his fingers up and down Zoey’s sides. Now that she had broke out into laughter, there was no way for the young lightning mage to stop the forced mirth from leaving her body. She tried to clamp down her mouth once again, but the pressure was too much for her and it all just spilled out. Focusing on his advantage, Miguel’s tickling got more and more intense. With every second, Zoey’s laughter grew stronger and more wild. She hated it, she really did, but she had no choice. It made her feel so weak, but the tickling powered through all her defences and left her howling hysterically to Miguel’s touch. Not content with just this, Miguel began to explore more areas of Zoey’s body, sitting down on her thighs as he did so to make sure that she couldn’t escape from him. Now with a new vantage point, he looked towards her belly as another target, his fingers diving into her midriff and going all out. “Oh, a ticklish belly, huh?” That is good. But, I think it’d be better if you couldn’t squirm about so much.” Removing his hands from Zoey’s body, Miguel focused as he summoned his magic to him, the wind causing the area around him to be blasted as furniture was sent over his way. A chair and table, to be precise. They were lifted up and then placed in front of the duo, right where Miguel aimed them. “Now, for you, it’s time to get up!” With that, Miguel hoisted Zoey up, carrying her bridal style, much to her embarrassment. She tried to wiggle her way out of his arms, but she only had a few scant seconds before she was placed onto the chair, her feet also going onto the table. “This isn’t going to hold me!” Zoey cried out and yanked at her feet, only to find that they were stuck solid. “Spell of holding.” Miguel said, tapping the table and chair. “Keep you right where I want you for a long while. Speaking of which…” Pulling on the rope around Zoey’s body, Miguel loosened it enough to allow her arms to go free while still keeping it connected to her body. He grabbed a hold of one arm and yanked it back over the head of the chair, the charm in it then trapped her limb. The second arm soon followed and Zoey was trapped. Although her arms weren’t bound, the rope was still around her and drained her of her magic as she tried to blast the furniture to pieces. “Damnit! Let me go!” Zoey called out. “This is cheating!” Miguel smoked smugly at that. “We agreed that everything goes. This counts as everything.” “I swear, once I get out of this, I’m going to kick your ass so hard!” The fact that Miguel laughed at Zoey was the worst thing about this. She was so used to being strong, to being able to rile up her opponents and make them sorry for underestimating her. That he could dismiss her so easily was just salt to her wounds. “When you get out of this, you’ll have agreed to become my servant for a week, remember? Speaking of which, let’s see about that, shall we?” “No! Don’t you touch me! Get away, you freak!” Miguel happily ignored Zoey’s cries once more as his fingers made a beeline to her stretched out body. She watched helplessly as they got in close, fingers already wiggling in anticipation of their strike. “Where to tickle? Where to tickle?” Miguel asked as his fingers moved up and down over Zoey’s torso, mere inches from her body. “Back to the sides? Belly, perhaps? What about those ribs of yours?” Zoey couldn’t stop the smile from spreading over her face as she felt the teasing get worse. Miguel wasn’t even touching her and yet she was close to cracking up! Spluttering from the phantom tickles over her body, Zoey failed to keep herself together entirely. “Nohohoo! Getty ahahawaayyyy!!” “Oh, I know the perfect spot! Right about… HERE!” The shock from Miguel’s hands moving from just over Zoey's belly up to her underarms caught her completely off guard. The young mage barely had time to register what was happening before she felt the fingers wriggling about in her underarms and she let out an appropriately loud scream as a result. “NNOYOYOHOHOOOOOOOOO!!!” It was a low down, dirty trick that Miguel had pulled. Normally something Zoey would have performed herself. Having it used against her was particularly grating as the young mage had never liked the taste of her own medicine. Of course, the tickling was the absolute worst as well. With her arms stretched over the head of the chair, the sleeves of her T-shirt had slid down and exposed some of her armpits, leaving the skin itself vulnerable to some well placed tickles. All Miguel had to do was slide his fingers down the arms and the tickling could be felt intensely. Adding to this was how little Zoey could move. She was literally stuck to the chair and table, every inch that came into contact with one of those surfaces held her down with no escape. It made Zoey all the more sensitive to the tickling, knowing that she couldn’t do anything to get away from it. “Tickle, tickle in these underarms. You giving up yet?” If anything, Miguel’s taunts only increased Zoey’s resolve not to give in. She couldn’t allow herself to be beaten by this! Although the tickling in her armpits was unbearable, every scratch sending ticklish jolts through her body, Zoey tried her best to power through it. She may have laughed and screamed, but every one of those was punctuated by a curse at Miguel, showing that she was still defying him. Such defiance was met in turn by Miguel amping up the torture even more. He scratched away at those pits, making Zoey suffer for her arrogance and biting comments. Had she been able to, Zoey would have curled up into a ball and electrified herself as a defensive measure in order to escape from that horrific sensation, but movement and defence were both denied to her. Miguel wasn’t ready to show any mercy, anyway. He continued wriggling his fingers right in the middle of her smooth hollows, tickling constantly as Zoey screamed with laughter. Being unable to stop this, forced to laugh and laugh and laugh while he played with her body, it was infuriating. The ropes draining Zoey of her magic was another factor that was effective in breaking her down. Being denied actual magic was like taking a limb away. It was a fundamental part of who Zoey was and having it robbed from her was harrowing. Leaving her open to be tickled like this was simply an aspect of being unable to do her magic. “I asked, are you giving up yet?” Miguel’s question was punctuated by him driving his fingers right into the middle of Zoey’s armpits, drilling them in the centres in a tickly attack that left the young woman screaming. She was hysterical, suffering and defenceless, but she remained defiant. “SCREHHHEWWHHHEEWWWW YOUOHOHOOOUUU!!” The response from Miguel was an exasperated huff and, surprisingly enough, to actually stop the tickling. He pulled away from Zoey’s body and stood to one side, glaring down at her as she got her breath back and body under control, “You really are insisting on making this difficult, aren’t you?” Miguel asked, sounding more exasperated than anything. “About as much as you’re insisting on being an asshole!” Zoey shot back. Miguel rolled his eyes, all sense of humour gone at this point. “Look, you’ve lost, that much is obvious. Just give in and get it over with.” “I am NOT giving in to you!” Zoey shot back. After all that Miguel had done to her, that had simply increased her resolve more than anything else. Miguel shrugged, taking a step down Zoey’s body as his eyes were locked onto his next target. “Fine, have it your way. Guess I’ll just have to break you completely then.” Another retort was forming on Zoey’s lips when she saw where Miguel was heading and it stopped short. She had few memories of being tickled, but one that she had repressed was suddenly coming back to the front of her mind as she saw where Miguel was aiming for next. “H-Hey! Get away from those!” Zoey called out, realising too late that she had tipped her hand by her shout. “Hm?” Miguel asked, the humour seeping back into his voice, as well as some smugness. “You mean your feet?” Zoey blanched at hearing those words. Her feet were ticklish, unbearably so. She hated the thought of them being completely exposed in a situation like this, especially since she knew that Miguel was going to take full advantage of them. In fact, he had already begun. Miguel reached down and began to peel Zoey’s shoe from her left foot, taking his time and being careful with it as she was still pinned down to the table thanks to his magic. “Don’t touch my feet!” Zoey cried out, more desperate than demanding. “Why? Are you ticklish there?” Miguel asked, all smug false concern. “No! Just hate freaks like you getting close to me!” The excuse wouldn’t have passed water at the best of times. Right now, all it did was make Miguel snort as he began to slide Zoey’s shoe off her foot, exposing it. Zoey wiggled her toes as the shoe came loose in a doomed attempt to hold onto it, but it had been flung off without much effort. “Cute socks.” Miguel teased as he began to remove Zoey’s other shoe, taking a similar level of care with it. Zoey fumed. She had no idea that she would be seen without her shoes during this duel and her pink ankle socks with the frilly tops were something she had no wish to be seen by anyone in. Embarrassment welled up within her as Miguel was exactly the sort who would never let her forget this part in particular. Without much ceremony, Miguel removed the other shoe and tossed it aside, leaving Zoey stuck to the table as she was more vulnerable than ever, a fact that was reinforced as Miguel began removing her socks, tearing them off with a flourish. “Oh, cute feet.” Zoey hissed at the compliment. From anyone else, she might have accepted it with a smug smile. But from Miguel? It was just another dash of salt to the wound, even if it was completely true. Zoey’s feet were absolutely beautiful, no doubt about that. Size sevens with skin as soft as marshmallows. They showed every sign of great care and attention, with the black toenail polish put on delicately, never going onto the skin. Her small, bubbly toes curled up in anticipation of what was to come, but that was all that Zoey could do to defend herself. “Feet like this, I bet they’re just horribly ticklish as well…” “Don’t.” Zoey gasped, her nerve cracking. She could take anything else, absolutely anything. But being tickled on her feet? That was too much, even for her. Sensing weakness, Miguel began to bring a hand up towards Zoey’s feet, inching it agonisingly slowly towards her bare soles. “Don’t what?” He asked, obviously enjoying himself. “Don’t tickle my feet!” Zoey cried out, losing herself to panic too much to stop herself from blurting that out. “Hm… Nah.” Miguel replied before he brought hand down to Zoey’s foot and began scratching away at her heels. Zoey screamed. She went completely ballistic as the tickling hit her hard. Had she been able to, she would have wrenched herself free and fled from the room, pride be damned. Denied that, all she could do was sit and suffer from the foot tickling. And suffer Zoey did. Her feet were so soft and vulnerable, a slight breeze would have been enough to tickle them. Miguel’s fingers scrabbling over the heels, going from one to the other in rapid succession, was outright torture. She couldn’t pull her feet away or do anything that might have spared her the tickle torture. All she could do was take it. “NOHOHOHOO!! PLEHEHEHEEASSSEEE STOHOHOHOOOPPPP!!!” Zoey screamed, barely able to believe what she was saying. She had never begged for anything in her damn life, but those fingers on her feet had shattered her strength and pride completely. She was on the verge of being ready to give anything to make it stop. That is, if Miguel let her. “Oh? Should I stop tickling these feet? Or should I make it worse?” Miguel mused, as if asking himself. “You know what? Let’s make it worse!” Happily ignoring Zoey’s cry of anguish, Miguel brought his other hand to bare on the feet, now using both to tickle torture the trapped lightning mage. Zoey’s tormented screams grew even more intense by the second as she felt ten fingers scrabbling up and down her soles as Miguel went all out in his attack. It was so bad that Zoey couldn’t even make any reply to his words, she was simply laughing too hard. Not that she would have been able to make much sense of it herself. The tickling on her feet blasted through all her other senses, forcing her to focus on that and that alone. She wiggled her toes furiously, the only outlet she had and she didn’t even have control over that. Zoey was now acting on pure instinct to the tickling, having been robbed of everything else. The skin on her feet was under assault and she couldn’t do anything to stop it. Miguel seemed to be very good at this, as he flicked and scratched over different parts of the feet, getting increasingly loud reactions from every touch. “Tickle, tickle.” Miguel taunted as his fingers continued to explore Zoey’s feet. “Now, what would you say your worst spot on your feet is?” ‘All of them’ would probably have been the honest answer as it felt like every square inch on Zoey’s feet was in competition with the others to be as insanely sensitive as possible. Having moved up from Zoey’s heels, Miguel focused on her creamy soles, dragging his fingers up and down over them at a rapid rate. “Are you sorry you were so rude to me?” Miguel asked pointedly, raising his voice as he dug his fingers into the base of Zoey’s toes. She curled them up, but that didn’t defend the stems from being subjected to further tickling. Realising that there was only one way out of this, Zoey screamed out a response born of what little concentration she had left. “YEHEHEHEHHEEEEEESSSSS!!” “Well then, apologise.” “I’MMM SOOORREHEHEHEEEEEE!!! I’MMMM SOOHHOHOHOHO SOOOHOHOHOREHEEEEE!!” “Well, that’s a start.” Not satisfied with that, Miguel continued tickling Zoey’s feet, making her dance to his tune as she lost all sense of time and control. Far from the arrogant upstart she had been earlier, Zoey was ready to beg for forgiveness, to do whatever she could to make the torture end. The final straw came when Miguel figured out what spots on Zoey’s feet were the most ticklish, the most unbearably sensitive. The smooth, silks arches on both feet. A mere touch on them was enough to get her screams to reach the heavens. Feeling those fingers flick and scratch away at her arches was more than Zoey could bare, it was a torture that was enough to shatter her proud spirit completely. “PLELEHEHEHEASSEEEE!! IIIHIHIHII GIIHIHIHIVVEEEEE!!” “What’s that?” Miguel asked, as he scratched rapidly across the soles, going side to side at a swift pace. “You surrender already?” “YEHEHEHEEEESSSS!!! PLEEHHEHEEAASSSEEE STTOHOHOHOOOPPP!!” “Is it because you’re a giggly, silly girl?” That would have been a bridge too far, but Zoey didn’t care at this point. She was too ticklish to resist and just wanted it to end, even if she had to play along. “YEHEHEHEESSS!! I’M AHAHAHA GIIIGGGLEEHEHEEEE GGIIIRRRLLLL!! NOHOHOO MOREEE!!” That was enough for Miguel, who, thankfully, withdrew his hands from Zoey’s feet and stopped tickling her, having secured his victory. The sweet release was enough to almost make Zoey grateful that she wasn’t being subjected to the tickling anymore, but she still greatly resented it. She had been defeated. Not just defeated, but abjectly humiliated as well, just because she couldn’t take a little tickling. Even though Zoey knew that it was a weakness, she still hated herself for being susceptible to it. And now, Zoey had a full week of being Miguel’s servant to look forward to. No doubt he was going to get her to crawl and be as subservient as possible. Well, she wasn’t going to be like that. Zoey was going to drag her feet on every command. She was going to show him that she wasn’t truly beat, that she still had her strength, that she… that she… She was being untied? “OK, you’re free to go.” Miguel said, as he tapped the chair after removing the magic-draining rope from Zoey’s body and undid the charms on the furniture, allowing Zoey to move freely. “W-What?” Zoey asked. “I won. You can go.” It took a moment for Miguel’s dismissal of Zoey to really sink in, wondering if he really meant what he said. “B-But your prize… You–.” “Hm? Oh, you acting as my servant? Oh, I don’t really want that. You’d just be a complete pain to deal with in all honesty. I’d rather you just leave.” The sheer amount of disrespect made Zoey flush with anger and she opened her mouth to shoot back, but a pointed look from Miguel made her hesitate and then stop. After all she had just been though, another potential tickle torture session was something she had no wish of going through. “Ugh, fine. Didn’t even want those stupid rings anyway.” Standing up with what tiny shreds of dignity she could muster, Zoey grabbed onto her shoes and socks before heading towards the door, not even bothering to put them on first. She was eager to get out of this place and never come back if she could help it. It seemed as if Miguel was of a similar mindset as he didn’t even offer a mocking taunt for Zoey as she left the apartment, instead using his magic to open and shut the door behind her, leaving her alone outside in the corridor. Zoey stewed as she put on her shoes and socks. Just who did he think he was, treating her like that? Using his magic to trap her and then tickle her until she gave in? Asshole! Zoey began to think she should just go back in and start blasting with her lightning to get what she was owed. She quickly thought better of it, not wanting to risk another torture session like she had just endured. There were other ways to get the rings though, more subtle ways that Zoey certainly wasn’t above using. Zoey felt her spirits lift slightly as she tied her shoelaces and decided to leave the building, for now. She would get those rings, even if she had to go through less than honest ways to get them. That’d do it. Feeling better about things, Zoey resolved on coming back when Miguel wasn’t around. She’d get her hands on her prize alright and nothing would stop her this time… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hello there! This Is a wonderful tickle story commissioned tò Quillsman, featuring my super "modest" OC Zoey, getting tickled for her being too confident. I Will update new stories (Also written by me) soon. Let me know if you liked It and please visit the commissioner's account if you enjoy his writing style as i do^^:https://www.deviantart.com/quillsman/gallery
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