"Alright, alright," said Melissa. "I'm sorry, Emily," She said as she looked at me with a guilty look. "I choose the stocks."
"Alright then," said the Mistress with a grin.
Without being told, the hands go into action, first removing my pants and shirt. I struggle as they do so, but to no avail. My pants are removed and my socks fall off with them. My shirt is removed with ease, leaving me only in a pair of undies and a bra. Some hands then rip those off as well, leaving me completely naked. My face goes flush as I am bared before the Mistress and Melissa. This causes the Mistress to smile widely, and even Melissa's eyes go a little wider. The Mistress then pulls something out of her pocket, a tiny satchel of sorts. She then pulls out a pinch of some sort of weird, glowing dust and blows it in Melissa's face.
Melissa snorts as the dust is blown in her face, then sneezes. It isn't long before I notice Melissa start to fade, as if her soul had been taken away or something.
"Very good," said the Mistress as she undid Melissa's clamps. "Now, arise my pet and come with me. Hands, strap Emily in."
I am quickly thrown into the stocks with surprising speed, and the hands quickly work at strapping me in, locking my wrists and ankles into place and tying my legs and arms down. I can see Melissa get up and follow the Mistress toward me. They stop at my feet, gazing at my nakedness.
"Look at this, Melissa," cooed the Mistress. "Isn't she a beautiful work of art?"
"Yes," replied Melissa in a monotonous tone, as if she were a robot.
"I would like you to tickle her with me. Will you do that?"
"Yes." Again, that monotonous voice... it has an ominous tone that I didn't care for, like it was creeping me out.
"Excellent! You get to tickle her feet. Use your fingers and your tongue, it would be more exciting for me."
At that, Melissa started licking my right foot and tickling my left, causing me to let out loud giggles.
"HEHEHAHAHAHA!" was all I could say.
In one hand, it was torture, but in the other, her tongue felt so good on my foot and even her fingers scribbling along my other foot was nice. I had electricity shooting through both of my feet, my nerves were jumping out of my skin. Her tongue slid all around my arch and heel and in between my toes, and her fingers danced along the same areas on the other foot. I wanted my feet to escape, but I was held firmly in place by the locks and straps. I could not move an inch away, or even towards if I wanted to. Despite all this torture, I did not curl my toes; I wanted the tongue to have easier access to reach in between. It tickled so bad, but felt so good, I could only laugh and wiggle.
I could hear the Mistress say something, but I couldn't make it out as my laughter outdid any sound she made. Then, I could feel that my armpits were being invaded by fingers, causing me to shriek and bounce in my bondage. My feet were being tickled mercilessly and now my armpits? Then, as if to make matters worse, I could feel more hands on my body, as if suddenly a dozen more had come to tickle me everywhere. I flailed, jumped and squirmed at everything, but I was held firmly in place. My laughter was almost inaudible and tears were forming at my eyes. I don't know how long I was in there, but it certainly felt like it had been days, weeks or even months.
After a long period of time tickling and groping, all activity stopped. I could see through tear covered eyes that Melissa was just standing there, expressionless. Then, I heard a younger voice call out from behind me, "Now, Melissa, take off all your clothes."
"Yes, Mistress," she said as she started to take off her shirt.
I watched intently as Melissa took off her shirt, followed by her bra, revealing perky breasts with small, but hard nipples. She then proceeded to take off her pants and underwear, only to let them down to her feet. She kicked off her pants, and her socks came with them. There she was, in all her beautiful, naked glory. Her skin was so tan and soft looking everywhere, not a single mark or freckle anywhere. Beside me approached a slightly younger version of the Mistress.
The young version stated, "You see, Emily, tickling is the only thing that makes me young again. I take nothing from you but your laughter, but I can't just watch people being tickled, I have to participate in it. The louder the laughter, the younger I feel."
I sat there, awestruck as this younger version spoke to me in a concept that I was still trying to wrap my head around. My jaw must have been on the floor. I could see that whatever grey hairs were on her head were gone, and the wrinkles seemed to have disappeared. Her hair was shiny instead of dull and even her eyes had a youth in them. I'd still say she was old enough to be my mother, but it's still amazing what had happened to her.
"Now," said the Mistress, "you have a choice to make, Emily. I want you to freely join me in tickling Melissa, or I can use the same dust I used on her on you instead, which won't make it as much fun. But I want you to choose how we will tickle her. How shall we do it?"
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