This choice: Daniella, 14, meek, cute, ticklish girl, servitude for 3 years • Go Back...Chapter #7Introduction! by: Zero   Daniella had been a very obedient girl to the rules. She’s also a bit submissive and gets bullied a little. Her grades had been excellent until she enters High School at her first year. Due to her previous grades, she has been recommended to several high level classes that go in a much faster pace. It would appear that this is overwhelming her. Her guardians belittle and discourage her, even threatening to disown her. Unable to satisfy their high standards, Daniella is punished for 3 years of being a tickle slave while being tutored.
Many teachers nowadays have already obtained their own slave and not many left are available. It was suggested that Daniella is to be a tickle slave of a student who is two years older than her. It’s a bit unusual, but this student had earned the school’s trust and his high grades only make him that much more of a candidate. This mysterious student had been able to teach even the most unintelligent students that teachers have failed.
The girl’s shy nature would be too frightened if it were an adult anyways, perhaps being around someone closer to her age will affect her positively. Daniella has been send to this student’s home, and she was to not come back until three years is up. She felt all alone. Her parents may as well disown her seeing as they won’t be seeing her for three years.
Carrying nothing with her, Daniella was trusted to visit her master’s home on her own by walking. She rang the doorbell of the home and hangs her head in a frown, almost at the brink of crying.
A voice came through the door, “If you’re a salesman, I’m not interested in buying whatever products you’re selling. Goodbye!”
Blinking, Daniella pokes the button to ring the doorbell again, “B-but I am not! I was told to come here.”
Footsteps approach the door in caution, “Identify yourself, stranger!”
Daniella had never seen such a secured and careful person before. She grows curious as to what kind of a person he really is, “My name is Daniella. I… uh, your… tickle slave.”
“Mm… I am no good with names… Let’s see… ‘Daniella’ sounds familiar.” The door opens and a black haired boy, who is taller than Daniella by several inches, meets face to face with her. “What do you want?”
“The school… wanted you to tutor me, and become your tickle slave… for three years.” Daniella stated again in a shy tone of voice while avoiding eye contact.
The boy widens his eyes, “Oh… They were serious about that? I thought they were joking!” The boy went back inside.
Daniella walks in and shuts the door behind her as she follows her mentor. She removes her shoes and socks and walks barefooted.
“Hmm…” The boy scratches his head, pondering to himself about his situation.
“Umm…,” it took a lot of courage for the girl to speak, “Is something wrong? I’m sorry to bother you like this.”
“The problem is,” The boy replies, “I’ve no tools or bondages to use to restrain you. I don’t even have enough ropes.”
Daniella is secretly relieved by this news and gave a gently sigh of relief. It makes sense. Since tickle slaves are normally owned by adults, a student has no need to own the tools. However, she is worried what sort of solution her mentor might come up with as a makeshift.
The black haired boy went to retrieve a letter from a blue recycling bin, filled with all sorts of paper. Pulling the letter from an envelope, he reviewed the content, “So this wasn’t a prank letter. It would seem you could use a little boost in you grades. And I must tickle you as punishment with you stripped and locked.” He referred his words towards Daniella as he asks, “So, what exactly do you not understand for Algebra 2?”
“Each topic requires the knowledge of the previous topics. The class moves so fast, and I can’t understand the subject without understanding the past knowledge. So, I don’t understand any of it. Sorry.” Daniella is very soft-spoken and timid by speaking towards a stranger whom she never met in her school before. She adores the fact that her mentor isn’t greedy to tickle her. Being asked about her weaknesses, she felt that her mentor will actually tutor her.
Within one hour, Daniella’s unusual mentor seems to be busy inventing something, and afterwards he called her to enter the basement. When she walks down the stairs on her bare feet, her heart begin to pound like a drum. She sees a strange, simplistic-looking, mechanical machine. She sees a desk in the middle of the room with a pencil and a stack of white-lined paper. Behind the desk, a timer sits on the ground. Attached to the timer were some wires and ropes. The rope looped around a pulley on the ceiling that attaches to a separate pulley above the desk. Two ropes hangs down in two separate loops.
“W-what… is this?” Daniella is not so sure what this mechanics is supposed to do. The pencil and paper might be where she does her math problems, but without a chair?
“This is the best that I can come up with, given the lack of tools I have,” The boy explains his invention, “Basically, I’ll give you one math problem as you solve it while having those ropes around your wrists. That timer over there will beep in one minute when I set it. When it beeps, it’ll quickly pull the ropes, lifting you up. Thanks to the pulleys, it only needs a little force to restrain your arms. If you get the math problem wrong, you’ll be tickled. Then, I’ll explain how to solve it, and we repeat.”
The poor girl gulps as she swallows her fear, “You made this in just one hour?”
“Please remove your clothes except your bra and underwear,” the boy orders his first command as a master.
Pulling her pink shirt over her head, she slid her arms out of the sleeves and drops it to the ground. She pulls down her dark blue shorts, and then stands in place at the desk. She blushes as she is wearing only a hot pink bra and underwear. The nooses were tied to each of her wrists. Able to move her hand freely as she writes, she went straight to work. Given a point and a line, she was to write an equation that is equidistant between the point and the line. This is from the conic section of her class; the subject her class is currently learning about.
The timer went off and Daniella shrieks when her arms were suddenly raised high above her head, suspending her body into the air.
“Oh wow…” The boy speaks casually, “How much do you weigh? I didn’t think it would lift you off the ground.” He peeks at what the girl has written on the math problem. He sees a coordinate plane drawn with the point and line specified by the problem. Afterwards, it seems Daniella has no clue on how to approach such a problem.
As punishment, Daniella is brutally tormented within the next five minutes of hell! “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HEAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOO! AHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA!...” Her screams and cries would alert the neighbors, and that is exactly what she wants, having someone save her. Unfortunately for her, the basement just happens to be soundproof when the boy’s parents bought the house. This is also the exact reason why they are in the basement to begin with.
Only five minutes, the time that lasted hours from the girl’s perspective. Her arms, neck, belly, legs, and feet are all experimented with. Daneilla’s tickler is no ordinary tickler. Every pitch of laughter and volume corresponding to the area being tickled is all scrutinized. With every spot that is tickled, the boy gains new information and data. There is no wasted second as the tickler explored every skin cell of her body. He knows exactly where to touch her, and how to touch her to make her feel the zenith of anguish. These five minutes is torturous for Daniella, but they are important data for the crafty boy.
“Ironically, this is torturing for me as well,” the boy rubs his ears as he releases the pulley to drop the girl on the ground panting, “My ears… is ringing… You scream very loud and to think the descriptions say you are a shy and quiet girl. You’re not very quiet to me.” He walks towards the desk to grasp the pencil, “Remind me to get some earplugs later on.”
For the next five to ten minutes, the boy described the steps to solve the math problem. The goal is to find a parabola. By setting the distance of the focus to (x,y) equal to the distance of the directrix to (x,y), that is the first step to set up the equation. (x,y) refers to any point on the parabola, and the distance formula is used. By completing the square, and simplifying, Daniella’s fear of math becomes child’s play. Her tutor goes into great detail explaining, but he does it in such a simplify manner that an elementary student could understand him.
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