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Steph had been eyeing on the narrow entrance at the corner of the road for almost a month now. She had moved here recently and had learnt that there was a peculiar studio in the neighborhood. For a few years now, she had been fancying being bound and tickle tortured beyond her limits. Fate had her that she was literally in the neighborhood of the studio. Under a pseudonym, she also discovered that it paid quite well and had also checked with multiple girls who had worked with the studio that the tops in the studio were actually reasonable and respected your boundaries. Finally, she had gathered the courage to drop a message to the studio manager and even book an intro session. All that remained was to bite her lips and walk into the narrow entrance.
Today was that day. She had already shared her pictures with Rob and Melanie who jointly managed the studio. While Steph wasn't the most stunning person to be shot by the studio, her efforts into fitness and diet-planning used to pay off. She had chosen a yellow tank top and a light blue shorts, but had covered herself up with tights, sweater and socks to keep herself warm given the weather. Melanie welcomed her in and brought her to the reception. The first session sounded very simple. Steph could keep or remove as much clothes on as she was comfortable. She would be strapped to what seemed like a combination of chair, table and bed. She had seen this device quite often in online sessions but never quite knew what it was called. There will be a small interview and then the tickling will begin. It will end either when Steph says "radish" or if 15 minutes elapse. Little did she know that a combination of artful conversation can convert even simple tickling into real torture even if it never touched her privates.
Steph didn't want to dive too deep too soon, so after getting done with the paperwork and formalities, she made herself comfortable in the tickle chair in her tank top and shorts. The chair was comfortably padded. She had to choose between Melanie and Rob as her ticklers. For reasons beyond her, Melanie gave her a deliciously mean vibe, so she went ahead with Rob just to be on the safe side. She unruffled her hair and seated herself in the slightly leaned back chair. Rob took the hint that she was ready and began strapping her right arm to the right end of the board, extending it outwards. He repeated the same for the left. Steph's legs were raised in front of her bent at the knees. Rob helped them through the foot stocks and finished strapping them in front of her with a few inches between them. Following this, he returned to her upper body and revealed a set of straps that went from her shoulders to just below her chest. She had always fancied this much security and indeed the straps were very comfortable indeed.
"Alright Steph, we are done strapping you. How does it feel?" Melanie started with what was supposed to be an interview.
"It... It feels quite good. It's very comfortable indeed."
"That's great to hear! Have you been tied up before?"
"Yes, but never this securely."
"And tickled while tied up?"
"Like I said, not this securely."
"I see. So, you really have no idea what you have signed up for?"
"Wait, what, what do you mean?" If her chest and arms weren't strapped, Steph would have tried to express herself through some gestures and not just words.
"I mean. You do realize you are going to be completely helpless for the next 15 minutes, don't you? We can do anything. And you would be unable to curl up with the straps holding you in place."
"Yes, I do realize that."
"That's good. And of course, you remember your safe word?"
"Yes!" Steph was beginning to feel these mixed feelings of excitement, comfort, fear, and arousal even before they had laid a finger on her. She could not even lean forward from the chair given her chest straps.
"Ready?"
Lost in her feelings, she never noticed when Rob had slipped behind her. This time even before she said "Yes," Rob's fingers were already running along her bare arms from her inner wrists to forearms to the delicious elbow crooks to her upper arms. She anticipated they will dig into her armpits, but they instead crawled into her neck. "Nooo!" But then her armpits too, grazing and crawling, like a spider. "Hahahaha, nooo, please." And then again her neck. She tried pulling her legs, pull herself forward, shut down her arms, but the straps prevailed.
"Oh, poor Steph, we have just barely started yet." Very synchronized to Melanie's words, Rob's hands quickly moved to Steph's waist and stomach. The tank top and the straps meant that quite a bit of skin was exposed there. Steph could not even bend herself. The security of the chest straps was beginning to turn into her helplessness. "No... Hahahahaha.... Please..."
After about 5 minutes of torture on her upper body, Rob moved to her knees. "We wonder if you are more ticklish here," Rob's hands worked on the front of her knees, "or here," Rob moved to behind her knees. "Stoooop! Pleaseee!" Steph's breathing had become quite heavy by now. So, the duo let her catch her breath.
Once her breathing returned just a small bit to normal, the sexual resumed, this time on her bare feet. Circles on the outsides of her soles felt like eternal torture. Even the top of her feet were unspared. "Hahahahaha... Hahahahaha..." But when Rob's fingers reached her arches, she flexed them as much as possible, and even shut her eyes tight. Between her toes, and Steph was screaming like crazy, "Aaahhhh... Aaahhhh!" That made Rob stop for a while.
Steph had exhausted herself by now. Atleast she could relax that her upper body was safe. But Rob seemed to have sensed her expectation and broken it off as he began crawling his fingers up and down the arms of the poor girl. Her armpits, neck and waist met with a brief assault again. Perhaps Steph could be happy it wasn't as torturous as her feet and toes? The tickling slowed down as her chest straps were undone and the timer came off.
"You did well Steph! That was brave of you to endure it without saying your safeword." She was greeted with a warm heavy blanket and a glass of water, as her arm and leg straps were undone. She never knew even simple tickling could be *this* torturous. Her eyes were tearing up at the intensity of what she just went through. Melanie came to console her, hugging her tightly wrapped in the blanket. "Hey! You were amazing! I must say, one of the most ticklish person we have ever shot." Melanie gave her a forehead kiss trying to comfort her. Steph had drifted off into a nap.
"Hey! Thanks, you two made something simple so much more delicious! That was some amazing teamwork right there! Sorry, it got a bit too intense for me, I ended up napping, but it was amazing! I think I'm gonna return here for a second session again, once I have exhausted this hefty sum of money I received from you." She winked joyously at the duo. After a brief hug, the studio lost Steph's presence for the day.