"How about we tickle you, Mistress?" I said shakily.
"Tickle me?" she said with a slight grin. I could tell she thought about what I just said. "Okay, it's been a while since I've endured such pleasure. This won't help me get younger, but it's still fun.
She released me from the stocks and motioned me over toward Melissa.
"Just remember, if you try to escape, my hands will go after you and bring you back."
"Fine. But it's only fair if you're naked as well."
The Mistress grinned. "I thought you'd never ask," she said sarcastically.
Slowly, she began undressing, removing her colourful blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra, which instantly revealed her plump breasts. She then removed her shoes and socks, flashing her fresh pedicure to me. Then her pants and undies were removed, showing off her sexy, silky legs and vagina.
"Melissa," she said, "you will now also listen to whatever Emily commands you to do."
"Yes, Mistress"
The Mistress tickled her a little in the belly, making Melissa giggle, but Melissa didn't move away. The Mistress then swung her hands gently in the air, calling out "Hands!"
With that, the hands grasped her wrists and ankles, and lifted her up into the air, stretching her out straight and holding her there.
"Begin when you are ready, Emily," said the mistress with a devious smile.
"Okay," I said to her. "Melissa, tickle the Mistress."
"Yes, Emily."
Melissa started tickling the Mistress' armpits immediately while I ventured to the feet. The Mistress began cackling with laughter as soon as fingernails scraped and danced in her pits. I started tickling her feet, causing her laughter to get louder. She bucked and heaved, but the hands held her firm in the air. I stared at her feet while I tickled them, admiring the fact that she didn't curl her toes, almost as if she wanted them to be tickled. My foot fetish started kicking in and I found it harder to resist tasting those feet. They looked so delicious that I just had to have one lick. My tongue was dangling from my mouth and my face was getting closer to those feet. Finally, my tongue had made contact and it rolled from her heel all the way up her arch to her toes. Her foot jerked and her laughter went up, but she still didn't curl her toes.
"HAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAAHAAAAHAHAHA!" was all she could yell out as Melissa and I tickled her.
I thought to myself that I could make this torture last as long as possible for her. But I also thought that her hands would probably stop us both before we could do anything rash to her anyways. I also looked at the door and thought to myself that it would be easy for me to escape, but then I remembered that she said the hands would chase after me. Besides, her foot tasted delicious, I didn't want to go anywhere just yet. I continued licking it while holding it with the free hand. My other hand was content just tickling the other foot.
I noticed Melissa moved to the Mistress' midsection and tickled her in there. She moved her fingers rapidly along the Mistress' ribs, belly, armpits and even her breasts. She was still completely expressionless, only focusing on what she was told to do. I wondered if she'd remember anything that she had done after the dust wore off. I glanced down at her naked body and instantly my mind changed from wonder to amazement. I was enthralled by Melissa's body. She was so sexy, pretty and... perfect. I wish I could get a taste of her feet.
As I tickled and licked the Mistress' feet, an idea came to mind. It was a crazy idea, I didn't think it would work. I could just continue torturing the Mistress as I saw fit. But Melissa's body was so enticing... I didn't know what to do.
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