by Alice
{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in May 2006 }
Alice stood before the door, looking both directions. She bit her lip. She’d waited a very long time for this day, and now that it was here — well, it’s one thing to work toward something and quite another for it to actually arrive!
She scuffed the toe of her shiny black shoe against the mat outside the door, and checked the address for the third time. When she had copied the ad out of the magazine, she expected that the neighborhood would be run down, even dangerous. But when the bus let her out two blocks away, she was surprised to find that it was a very fine area, better than even where she lived with her parents.
A breeze caught her plaid skirt, and she put her hands down to keep it in place. She felt the wad of bills she had saved over the summer, saving just for this. It was quite a lot of money, more than should have been required, but she figured it was going to take a lot more than the usual fee for Miss Catherine to take her on as a client.
“Best be done with it,” she whispered to herself. With a trembling finger, she reached up and pressed the buzzer.
Almost right away the door opened. A tallish maid in a very elegant uniform looked out – then down – to notice young Alice standing there, wringing her hands. She smiled softly.
“I’m sorry, honey, we already bought our share of cookies this year.” She started to close the door.
Oh no, thought Alice. Speak, speak, speak! she urged herself. “Is — is Miss Catherine in?” she asked meekly.
The maid’s eyebrows arched up? “Miss Catherine?” she asked. “Well, just a moment.” She closed the door.
Moments later it was opened by a woman with stunning red hair. She wore a light sheer robe with fur trim at the collar and hem. There were so many layers of sheerness to it, Alice couldn’t tell what — if anything — she wore beneath it.
Miss Catherine (for it was no other) looked down at Alice with intense curiosity, then looked both ways up and down the block. “You asked for me?” she said, not unkindly.
“Yes,” said Alice. “Yes ma’am. I — I found your advertisement, and…”
“My ad?” she asked.
“Yes ma’am. It — it was in the back of one of my father’s magazines. And it was a long time ago, and I was wondering if — if you were still in business.”
“Well, perhaps,” said Miss Catherine. “Just what business is it you think I’m in?”
Alice blushed and rubbed one foot with the other. “Um — you know – tying people up and — and doing things to them. For money.”
Miss Catherine smirked. “Sometimes, honey,” she said. “But that’s something that only grownups can do. Come back when you’re a few years older.”
She began to shut the door, and Alice panicked. “But I have money!” she blurted, and shoved forward the large fistful of bills she had saved. “And I’ve been wanting this for ever so long.” She stared pleadingly at the older woman.
The door froze as Miss Catherine’s eyes went back and forth from the money to the schoolgirl. “Where did you get all this money?” she asked.
“I’ve saved it,” Alice said. “I’ve worked in people’s gardens and done babysitting. Everything, just so I could c-come here.”
Miss Catherine thought for a moment. No, she couldn’t actually be entertaining this idea. The little girl probably didn’t realize the full reality of what it was her service provided. But she couldn’t continue talking with this girl through the open door — the neighbors might see them.
“Perhaps you’d better come in,” Miss Catherine said, opening the door wide.
Alice’s heart beat hard against her chest. It took forever to get her foot to move, but then she was through the door, which shut heavily behind her.
Alice clutched the money close to her as she slowly circled about taking in the opulent surroundings of Miss Catherine’s estate. Everything was so plush and soft and clean.
“Please, sit down,” Miss Catherine said, motioning to the sofa. Alice sat, and Miss Catherine settled in beside her.
“So, you think I tie people up and ‘do things’ to them,” she repeated. “What sorts of things do you think I do?”
Alice fumbled for words. “It — it depends. Spank them, sometimes, I suppose. The ad said something like that. I had to look up some of the words, and when I did I knew you were what I was — was looking for.”
“I see,” said Miss Catherine, all business. “And what is it, exactly, that you’re looking for? Come, come, don’t be reticent with me. Speak plainly.”
Alice’s face turned pink and her mouth went dry. “I was hoping perhaps I could hire you — to — to — tickle me,” she finally added with a soft hopeful whisper.
Miss Catherine nearly burst out laughing, but she refrained for the sake of embarrassing the poor child any further. “Miss — what was your name, child?”
“Alice.”
“Well, Miss Alice, people — that is, grownups — come to me for quite a bit more than just a tickle. I’m sure you could find any boy at your school who would be more than happy to give you a playful poke or two.”
“But I don’t want a boy!” Alice quickly interjected.
“Oh,” said Miss Catherine. “I see.” She smiled. “Well, I suppose you’re at the age where you are learning what you want and don’t want. But I don’t think you really want me just yet, darling.” She pet the girl’s head condescendingly. “I’m a bit more — advanced.”
Alice choked back her disappointment. “But I do know what I want,” she sputtered. “I — I want a girl to tickle me and I don’t want to be able to fight back and — and I want to feel like when I’m– ” She abruptly closed her mouth.
“Feel like what?” Miss Catherine asked. “No secrets.”
Alice blushed. “Like — when I’m in my bed — thinking about it and – “
“And playing with yourself?” Miss Catherine asked. My, this child is a precocious one. Alice said nothing, but nodded, trembling. Miss Catherine took her hand between her own. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of there, Alice,” she said reassuringly. “It’s quite natural for a girl your age to be exploring new ideas and feelings.”
“Like this one?” Alice asked, hopefully.
Miss Catherine sighed. This girl had her mind made up.
“Let me explain,” Miss Catherine said. “There are certain rules that people have to abide by when they obtain my services,” she said. “Strict rules,” she added.
Alice looked up attentively, eyes wide and expectant.
“First of all,” Miss Catherine continued, “grownups have to be naked. Have you considered that? Being naked when getting tickled? It’s a very awkward thing to be.”
“I–” Alice took a breath and sat up straight. “I can do that,” she said, confidently. “I can take my clothes off. That’s how I want to be tickled. Naked, with a pretty lady doing it.”
“Second rule,” Miss Catherine added hastily. “You don’t take your clothes off. You don’t do a thing. All dressing and undressing is done by my maid, Barbara, who also attends all sessions as a witness and sometimes as an assistant.”
Barbara stopped dusting the shelves across the room when she heard this. She turned around, seemingly shocked that the discussion was still continuing. “Miss Catherine, I don’t think –“
“No, you don’t, you’re not paid to,” said Miss Catherine, crossly.
Alice felt bad for Barbara, but she knew that sometimes rich people had to keep their servants in their place. Barbara let out a breath and continued her cleaning.
Miss Catherine turned back to Alice, her gentle demeanor returned. “So you wouldn’t be naked in front of me. You’d be naked in front of both of us.”
Alice swallowed, but continued nodding. “Okay.”
Miss Catherine’s brows knit together. “Barbara, come here.”
Reluctantly the maid put down her duster and attended her mistress.
“Please remove Miss Alice’s shoes and socks for me,” Miss Catherine commanded.
“But I haven’t paid you yet,” Alice protested.
“Keep your money for right now, honey,” she said, as Barbara knelt in her short black uniform and began unbuckling Alice’s shoes. Once removed, she started to roll the white lace ankle socks down her feet. Alice closed her eyes, and her chest flushed with warmth.
Miss Catherine patted her lap, and Barbara obediently laid the tiny bare feet in them.
“What–” Alice began. Without preamble, Miss Catherine lit into tickling Alice’s feet with her long nails, using rapid long scratches.
Alice shrieked, and fell flat on her back on the couch, pounding her fists into the cushions, hysterical with laughter. Miss Catherine held her ankles firmly in place as her hard nails skittered over one sole, then the other, then in between the toes, remaining silent all the while.
When Miss Catherine stopped, Alice was quite out of breath and her hair was a mess. Her white top was also disheveled, having come untucked from her skirt in several places.
“That is just a sample of what someone who hired me for tickling could expect,” Miss Catherine said. “And that was clothed, untied, and with only my fingers. And I daresay that was more than you were prepared to handle.”
Alice shook her head, breathlessly insisting, “I could handle more. I promise I could.”
Miss Catherine’s shoulders sank. She saw the money lying now scattered on the couch and over Alice. It was, actually, quite a bit — more than five times her usual fee. Perhaps what the girl needed was to truly see what it was she had come after… that would surely put the fear into her and make for a hasty retreat. And a profitable one for Miss Catherine, to be sure.
“Very well then,” Miss Catherine said with resignation. “Barbara, attend to her.”
Barbara locked eyes with her mistress for several seconds, then meekly turned toward Alice. “Come with me, child,” she said, taking Alice by the hand and leading her up the stairs and into a room that was just as opulent as the one she had left.
“Thank you,” Alice stammered to the maid. “This really means so much to me.”
But Barbara said nothing as she set about to unbuttoning Alice’s blouse and quickly untucking it from her skirt.
“A brassiere,” Miss Catherine chuckled from the doorway. “How charming. And soon you’ll be filling it out.”
Alice turned to look to Miss Catherine and nearly stumbled as Barbara yanked her skirt down around her ankles. Miss Catherine had doffed her many layered gown and now stood in a corset and stockings. The corset seemed to be made of leather, but was of the prettiest, shiniest pink Alice had ever seen.
Barbara carried the skirt and blouse across the room and stopped by Miss Catherine. “Mistress, are you sure?” she whispered.
“Trust me, Barbara,” she whispered back. “One look at the toybox while she’s bound and she’ll be begging to run for the hills.” Barbara nodded.
“Oh, and Barbara,” Miss Catherine added. “You know the rules. Completely nude.”
This time Barbara blushed as she walked back to the waiting Alice, where she unhooked the young girl’s bra and reluctantly shucked her panties down, revealing a very pale bottom and equally pale, smooth sex.
We’ll start by letting her know her place, thought Miss Catherine. She sat in the oversized wicker chair stuffed with cushions. “Come to me, Alice,” she said, crossing her legs and wiggling her (now bare) toes.
Alice shyly crossed the room, her hands covering her tiny nipples and exposed sex, and stood in front of Miss Catherine.
“Aren’t you even going to kiss me for what I’m doing for you?” Miss Catherine asked with humor.
Alice bent forward, lips puckered. “No, no — here,” and Miss Catherine extended her foot. “My toes.”
Alice blinked, then, bent way down to kiss the toes.
“You’ll have to kneel down,” Miss Catherine said, lowering her foot out of reach of Alice’s kiss.
Alice knelt down and then, nervously, began to plant little puckery kisses at the tips of Miss Catherine’s toes.
Miss Catherine’s breath caught in her, something Barbara noticed from across the room. Miss Catherine shrugged as she and the maid exchanged a glance. What could she do to help these physical sensation she felt? These lips — these little girl’s lips — were nothing like the older, rougher lips she usually felt. Time to move forward.
“And here,” Miss Catherine said, unlacing the corset and revealing her ample bosom. She circled a nipple with her finger.
Alice swallowed hard and drew toward the swollen nipple. She had to press her body against Miss Catherine’s to do so, and she shivered with pleasure as she felt the leather and skin against her naked body. She kissed the nipple once, then twice again.
“Suck it,” Miss Catherine said, and Alice obeyed. Miss Catherine’s eyes rolled back in pleasure. Maybe she could do this after all. Maybe, if…
An electrical jolt went through Miss Catherine’s nipple as Alice’s little tongue rolled over it. Across the room, Barbara coughed politely.
“Yes,” Miss Catherine said. “Well, that’s — that’s enough, Alice. Very good.” Alice stood back and smiled shyly, still awkwardly covering herself.
“It’s time we got down to business, then,” said Miss Catherine, as she walked across the room to a large chest against the wall. Her legs were a bit wobbly, but she took a few cleansing breaths and was soon quite herself again.
Alice saw the contents of the chest, and eyed them curiously. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what all the items were for, or why they would be used in the first place, but she said nothing. She didn’t want to ruin this opportunity that she was about to have.
“Right, on the bed with you then,” Miss Catherine said.
Alice climbed into the bed, which was almost too high for her. Barbara bent over and, with a moment of hesitance, boosted the girl into the oversized bed.
“On your back,” Miss Catherine said, and as Alice laid on her back, the lady grasped her ankle and slipped a loop around it, which she then began attaching to one foot corner of the bed. “Barbara, take care of the wrists.”
Barbara obediently took Alice’s wrists and began securing them in similar fashion to the head of the bed. Alice’s breath came quickly, and Barbara looked down at her with a hint of pity for what was to come.
“There we are,” said Miss Catherine, tying off the final knot. “Snug as a bug. Now, we’ll start with something simple, I should think. Barbara, dust her off, would you?”
“Me?” Barbara stammered. “I don’t think I should–“
“You’ll dust her now, and you’ll do it naked,” Miss Catherine snapped. “One more impertinence, and you’ll join her on the bed!”
The maid flushed hotly, but she said nothing. She dipped her head and began undoing the back of her outfit.
Alice watched silently, feeling every tiny air current in the room across her uncovered body. She had seen other girls naked before, of course. Even other women. And she had just now only seen Miss Catherine’s own bare breasts. But Barbara was going to be naked and apparently dusting her with something, standing close to her. It was more than she had ever imagined. Worth the whole wad and more, she thought to herself.
When the buxom brunette had completely denuded, Miss Catherine presented her with a feather duster. “Now, dust her until I tell you to stop,” she said.
Barbara leaned over the young Alice. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Don’t be,” Alice replied earnestly.
“No talking,” Miss Catherine said. “Dusting.”
Barbara began bustling the feathers about Alice’s bound wrists, as though she were busily dusting furniture. She dusted Alice’s forehead and nose, which made the girl grin and sputter. This is silly, thought Alice. Not at all like I thought it–
The duster began working over her shoulder and underarm, cutting off the girl’s thoughts with an involuntary giggle. It was so soft! She hadn’t been tickled there before with anything soft, but always with someone’s too-rough fingers, thinking they were playing. But this! This was new and exciting and…
“What are you giggling at, little Alice,” Miss Catherine whispered musically.
“It — teeheehee — tickles!”
“Oh, does it,” Miss Catherine said. “Well, it’s going to tickle lots more, because this is just the start. Maybe you don’t want to be tickled after all?”
But Alice didn’t try to reply, so Miss Catherine nodded curtly to the maid. Instantly, the feathers were dancing across Alice’s flat titties, teasing the pebbly little pink nipples.
Alice was in heaven! The feathers felt so good there. And the tickling wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle, she was sure of that.
Lower the feathers traveled. Across her belly, making it scrunch up around her bellybutton. Back and forth over her hips, which made her stretch from side to side as much as she could. She gasped, more in surprise than anything else, when she felt them travel over her private area, then chided herself silently that she really should have expected that… and it did feel rather nice, once she relaxed again.
Alice giggled more loudly as the feathers made their way down her legs and over her feet and toes, but all too soon, the dusting was over. Is that it? she thought to herself, disappointed. Is it over so soon?
“Now that you’re all dusted off,” Miss Catherine said, approaching the bed and unlacing her corset again, “we can finally start in with the tickling.” She let her words sink into Alice to see if the girl would finally relent, but if anything the girl’s eyes seemed more excited than ever.
Miss Catherine too the stick of the duster and used it as a pointer. “We are going to tickle you here,” and she poked gently into one of Alice’s stretched underarms, “and all along here,” dragging the point down Alice’s ribs. “We will also pay quite a bit of attention to here,” circling Alice’s nipples, flicking them with the plastic end, “and also very much tickling here.” This last bit she illustrated not with the duster’s handle, but with her own fingernails, tracing her index and middle finger up and down Alice’s smooth labia. Alice’s eyes went wide at the touch.
“Is that a problem?” Miss Catherine asked, still tracing up and down.
“No, I — I just don’t think I’m ticklish there,” Alice said, haltingly. The nail didn’t tickle but at the same time, she liked whatever sensation it was that was happening.
“It only has to be done properly,” Miss Catherine said. “A woman’s pussy can be very, very ticklish,” she said with a hint of concern in her voice. “You can back out any time.”
Alice set her jaw defiantly, briefly shaking her head.
After a while, Miss Catherine stopped the teasing of her sex. “Oh, and of course, I don’t have to tell you that your feet will get the most merciless tickling you’ve ever had.”
Of course, thought Alice. She actually worried that having her feet tickled was going to be her weakness in the end, causing her to burst out for them to stop. She prayed that she would be strong enough to get as much tickling as she could.
“All right then,” said Miss Catherine. She slipped a furry mitten on one hand. “You’ve been warned.” She rested the fur against Alice’s side and began to stroke up and down.
The feel of the fur was even softer than the feathers, but tickled in a completely different way. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to giggle, but when Miss Catherine’s hand passed over her bellybutton, she couldn’t help herself any longer and sputtered.
“There’s the giggles,” Miss Catherine said in a sing-song tease. “Is the widdle girl got a tickwish tum-tum?”
The baby talk made the situation all the more sillier to Alice – and also made the tickling seem that much more — tickly! She felt Miss Catherine’s other hand – the bare one – begin to trace circles around her nipples, tweaking them, making them stand out before bringing the fur-covered hand over them. “Dere’s dem tickwy widdle tiddies,” she cooed. “A’most wike a big girl’s tiddies, all tickwy, aren’t dey?”
Alice was in fits! She was beginning to feel that strong sensation she got in bed whenever she would, as Miss Catherine said, play with herself. If only she could do that now…
“We should stop,” Barbara said.
“You’re right,” Miss Catherine said, stopping the tickling. “We should stop…” She advanced on the maid. “…and show Alice what a really terrible tickling looks like.” She glared at her maid, who visibly cowed beneath her gaze. “I’ve already warned you. Onto the bed.”
“Mistress, I– “
“The bed.”
Meekly, Barbara climbed onto the bed and tried awkwardly to lie somewhere, anywhere, where Alice wasn’t.
“No… standing, I think.”
Barbara winced, then stood on the mattress between Alice’s splayed legs. She looked upward at the eyehook in the ceiling that she knew was there. In an instant, Miss Catherine stood beside her, now out of the corset and in only her panties. The mistress took the maid’s wrists – offered without struggle – and wrapped a cord about them, binding them together, then tied the cord off in the eyehook.
Alice watched in amazement as Barbara hung suspended from the ceiling, her breasts undulating as the springy mattress buoyed beneath her feet.
“Barbara knows that when she’s impertinent, she gets spanked,” Miss Catherine explained, as she finished off the last of the knots. “But since this is on your time, little Miss Alice, I think we shall stick with the current theme.”
Barbara twisted her neck to look at Miss Catherine. “Mistress! No, you wouldn’t! Please, I couldn’t bear toooHOOHOOHOOAAHAAHAAHEEE EEEEGGGH!!! NO! HAHAHAHAHA! NO PLEEEEHEEHEEZ!”
Alice had never seen another grownup tickled before, and certainly not like this! She gazed entranced as Miss Catherine stood behind her maid and maliciously dug her fingers into Barbara’s underarms and ribs. Barbara danced and stomped on the bed, making Alice rise and fall with it. The poor maid couldn’t even draw breath to plead with her mistress, for Miss Catherine gave her no respite. And so she laughed, laughed as though she could do nothing else; laughed with hysteria while great tears streaked her rosy cheeks. Barbara’s ample breasts, which Alice had watched sway earlier, now bounced about on her chest, held in place only when Miss Catherine cupped them in her hands and kneaded her fingers into the fleshy mounds, pulling more peals of helpless laughter from the brunette.
“And now,” said Miss Catherine when she stopped tickling, “to finish your punishment.” She stepped down and stood at the edge of the bed and reached through and between the maids legs, putting her fingertips along the slit of Barbara’s cunt. “You’re going to come for our guest.”
Barbara panted. “No, I can’t — I – ohh – “
“Don’t even bother to resist,” Miss Catherine teased. “I know where your pleasure button is.”
Alice could see the four fingers sliding up and down Barbara’s sex and, though it may have been an optical illusion, could easily see that the missing thumb must be — oh my gosh — pressing into Barbara’s bottom!
Barbara cooed and moaned, blushing crimson as she wiggled under Miss Catherine’s touches. “Keep your eyes open,” Miss Catherine warned her, “and on our guest, or we’ll start again.”
Barbara’s eyes popped open and, with shame, locked contact with Alice’s.
“That’s better,” said Miss Catherine. “Let Alice see how glassy your eyes get when you’re about to come. She gets a funny expression on her face when she’s about to come, you see, Alice? It’s hilarious, don’t you think?”
To Barbara’s surprise, as her orgasm mounted, Alice’s face broke into a wide grin followed instantaneously by a stream of helpless giggles that grew into loud laughter. Of course, Barbara thought through her haze. She chanced a quick glance down and confirmed that Miss Catherine was using her free hand to tickle the little girl’s foot.
“Eyes front, Barbara,” the mistress warned, and pressed on the maid’s clitoris more firmly.
Barbara turned her attention back to the laughing little girl on the bed with her as her mistress forced the arousal to grow within her. She knew what was happening, of course. It was one of her mistress’s many conditioning treatments — forcing Barbara to orgasm while simultaneously making her watch something forever bound the scene to the erotic centers of her consciousness. The scene would then be forever erotic to her, more so with repeated exposure. Soon, she knew, her mistress would perform this treatment again, probably with Barbara forced to do the tickling, making the reinforcement that much more secure.
Barbara knew better than to fight her mistress, and so resignedly submitted to watching Alice laugh and wiggle, naked and pale and blonde and pink, on the bed before her.
“Isn’t her got a funny widdle wook,” Miss Catherine teased, running her fingernails under Alice’s toes. “Barbwa wooks SOO funny right now, don’t her?”
As if in response, Alice’s cackles grew louder, more intense, as Miss Catherine stepped up both the tickling of the helpless girl’s foot and her massaging of Barbara’s clit, slit and pucker, working her thumb in circles around the maid’s anus.
Finally, with a loud grunt, Barbara could stave off the orgasm no longer and surrendered to it. Her body tensed as her eyes remained locked on the laughing, twisting naked little girl while unbelievable currents of pleasure coursed through her body.
Miss Catherine stopped tickling Alice so she could release Barbara from her bonds. The maid collapsed naked into her mistress’s arms. “Thank you, Mistress,” she rasped, exhausted.
“If you really want to thank me,” said Miss Catherine, “pay more attention to my guests.” She kissed her maid gently, then set about undoing a set of clasps on each corner of the bed.
“That was some pretty hard tickling just then, wasn’t it?” Miss Catherine said. “Both what I did to you and Barbara. Are you sure you’re not ready to call it quits?”
Alice wasn’t sure her left foot could take any more tickles, but she also experienced a bit of jealousy at the attention that Barbara had received. What must that be like? she thought.
“I’m ready for more,” she said, with a nod.
Miss Catherine straddled the girl’s belly, letting Alice feel the satin of the crotch of her panties slide around her bellybutton, and put her nails in her underarms. “Are you really sure,” she said, then set about with a quick, hard tickling that sent Alice into spasms of giggles.
“Yes!” Alice squealed. “Yes, I’m sure!”
“All right, then,” Catherine said, climbing off Alice, too quickly as far as the child was concerned, and going back to the foot of the bed. “Then we’ll let the real tickling begin.”
The real tickling? Alice wondered.
Miss Catherine busied herself running a length of rope through the board at the foot of the bed, right in the middle, then up to the eye hook that Barbara had been attached to. With Barbara’s help, the hoisted the rope and, to Alice’s amazement, the board came loose from the footboard and rose into the air, taking Alice’s ankles upward with it!
Miss Catherine cradled Alice’s shoulders and torso in her arms as Barbara wheeled the bed out from under her, the rod at the headboard coming away just as the footboard had done. On the floor there was another eye hook, and after much finagling, Miss Catherine and Barbara succeeded tying off the headboard rod to the eyehook in the floor, suspending Alice naked in the air upside down!
Miss Catherine squatted down by Alice’s face. “Comfy,” she asked? “Good. We’ll begin. Barbara, my Flex-O-Pleaser, please?”
The maid obediently passed Miss Catherine a device that looked like a rubber wand attached to a hot glue gun, and a handful of little plastic disks with different shapes to them.
“Is that a tickling thing?” Alice asked nervously.
“No,” Miss Catherine said, clipping a smooth disk like a rubber dart tip to the end. “This is a teasing thing. It makes you more sensitive — like this.” And she put the disk over Alice’s nipple, pressing the soft rubber flat against Alice’s chest.
“But how does it — ahhhhh…” Alice sighed as she felt the gentle vibrations in the disk hum through her nipple. Miss Catherine moved the tip around in slow circles against her chest, pausing only to bring it over to Alice’s other nipple. Alice hung there in silence, her hair brushing the floor, her mouth slack. She heard Miss Catherine say something to Barbara, saw Barbara nod, but Alice was too much in a dream state to understand what was being communicated.
Soon enough, she saw Barbara kneel beside Miss Catherine, holding a handful of Q-tips. She’s going to clean my ears? Alice thought, but came unwillingly out of her reverie as Miss Catherine pulled the lovely humming toy away from her now erect and throbbing nipples.
“That was much nicer than some mean old tickles, wasn’t it?” Miss Catherine said.
“Yes,” Alice replied in a dreamy whisper.
“Well, too bad that you asked for tickles then, my dear,” Miss Catherine responded. She nodded to Barbara, who began to run a soft fuzzy Q-tip swab around both Alice’s hardened nipples. Made sensitive by the Flex-O-Pleaser vibrations, her nipples felt every stray thread of the cotton as it stroked her baby pink areolas and nipples — and it TICKLED!
Alice’s eyes lit up with new life as she howled with ticklish laughter! “Oh no!” she cried. “Ticklesssss ahahahahahahahahahaha – “
“Well, that is what you paid for, foolish little girl,” Miss Catherine said with a chuckle. She was bringing a bottle of lotion from the dresser while Barbara idly teased Alice’s nipples with the cotton swabs. “And I do try to please my customers.”
Standing behind the suspended Alice, Miss Catherine squirted a cold spurt of lotion on each cheek of Alice’s bottom, with each squirt eliciting a yip from the helpless girl. “Now, how about a nice massage?”
Miss Catherine changed the tip on the Flex-O-Pleaser wand for a round disk with one face covered with round tipped rubber spikes. The vibrator on, she began to work the disk into the lotion, spreading it around Alice’s pale bottom. The soft rubber of the spikes bent and wiggled, and did so freely against the frictionless surface the lotion had turned Alice’s buttocks into.
“EEEK!” Alice squealed, for it was the first time she had been tickled in two different places by two different people! Barbara had begun circling the Q-tips in wider circles around her unformed titties, taking care to never ignore the nipples for very long. Now with the millions of tickly fingers that felt like they were assaulting her bum, Alice began to realize how truly ticklish she could become, and how helpless she was.
But the overriding disappointment of all her ordeal was that she couldn’t pull her hand free to play with herself. For all her helpless laughter, for all the tickling that she couldn’t prevent, this moment, this feeling, made her the happiest and the horniest — that was the right word, wasn’t it? — that she had ever been in her whole life!
Alice felt something warm and wet on her nipples and, blinking away the tears of laughter, saw that Barbara had put the Q-tips away and was now licking and sucking her nipples much the way Alice had to do for Miss Catherine earlier. Meanwhile, the buzzing fingers on her bum had been replaced for the much more soothing touch of Miss Catherine’s fingers that slowly stroked the undercurve of Alice’s bottom, taking occasional trips to spread the slippery lotion over Alice’s smooth labia.
Alice drifted back into her dreamlike euphoria. It was the first time anyone had ever kissed her chest, and the first time anyone had EVER touched her in her private area! She thought about her friend Gretchen, and how she had been tempted on that one sleepover to touch her sleeping friend’s exposed cunny that night as she slept, but had been too afraid. If I’d known it would feel like this to her, I bet she wouldn’t have minded, thought Alice.
The flickers of Barbara’s tongue against her nipples felt so good, and Miss Catherine’s fingers on her pussy lips were so soft, that Alice was quite unprepared when Miss Catherine’s other hand began to slowly trip-trap walk her nails over the soles of Alice’s feet.
“No-ho-ho–” Alice whined.
“But you like being tickled, don’t you?” Miss Catherine teased.
“Yes, buttaaahahahahaahaha–” She laughed as Miss Catherine’s fingernails performed a quick pirouette on her heel before stopping.
“But you like this as well, hmm?” Miss Catherine said, firmly rubbing Alice’s labia with her index and middle finger pressed flat against them. “And how Barbara makes you feel?” Barbara continued to suckle at Alice’s nipples, no mean feat as there was nothing but the nipple itself to take into her mouth.
“Y-yes!” Alice cried. “I love it!”
“Well then,” Miss Catherine said. “Let us tickle you one last time, and then Barbara and I will make you feel like this again until you tell us to stop. Deal?”
Until I tell them to stop? Alice thought. Would they do it forever, then? she considered, wistfully. But to have to be tickled again — that was fine except that this would have to stop for it. Oh, but surely she could handle the tickling once more…
“Okay,” she said.
“Okay, what?” Miss Catherine fired back, a gleam in her eyes.
“Okay, t-tickle me,” Alice replied.
In an instant, Barbara stopped suckling and began to scratch her well-manicured nails in Alice’s underarms and up and down her ribs. At the same time, standing behind the upside-down girl, Miss Catherine stood and put a hand in each little pink sole and began tracing her fingers in random patterns all about the ticklish flesh.
Alice screamed! She squealed and shrieked, but she dared not beg them to stop no matter how much she felt she needed to. Her feet were aflame with tickling, and she could feel Barbara’s breasts sway against her belly as the maid leaned over to get the occasional better reach for her sides.
After an eternity, the tickling of her feet stopped, although Barbara continued gently tickling Alice’s nipples and armpits, allowing Alice’s laughter to subside from hysterical mania to a soft exhalation of titters.
“She’s — teehee — she’s still tickling me — heeheehee! ” giggled Alice.
“Yes,” murmured Miss Catherine. “Yes, she’s going to continue that for just a little while longer, Alice.” The redhead settled herself behind the maid, wrapping her arms around her from behind.
Here we go, thought Barbara resignedly, her fingers continuing to tease and tickle the little girl in front of her. She closed her eyes as she felt Miss Catherine’s hands gently cup her breasts and tease her nipples, while her other hand reached around her belly and dipped down to tease her slit.
“Eyes open,” Miss Catherine whispered, and Barbara obeyed. Her fingers danced along Alice’s ribs, wiggling in each one. The louder Alice laughed, the more pleasure Miss Catherine inflicted upon her.
That was key to the training, Barbara knew, but she couldn’t help herself — she was a slave to the pleasure.
“That’s good,” cooed Miss Catherine, massaging her lotioned fingers about Barbara’s slit, teasing it open and stroking the maid’s aroused pearl. “Tickle the little girl. Make the child laugh for me.”
And Barbara did. She tickled across Alice’s tummy and down her sides and in her exposed underarms. Alice’s laughter became background noise as Barbara thought about her shame and degradation, to be forced to do this and enjoy it. This poor girl, she thought, to have to be tickled so-oh-oh-oh… An electric jolt of pleasure went through one nipple, Miss Catherine’s doing by the use of the Flex-O-Pleaser. This poor, sweet girl, she thought, her fingers caressing softly over Alice’s tummy, her fingers trembling now as the vibe aroused her nipples.
As Barbara grew more excited, she tickled more firmly, making Alice squeal with mirth. The laughter became an erotic sound to Barbara, the soft skin of the girl’s tummy the most wonderful thing to touch. You poor girl, she continued thinking. You poor, wonderful, delicious ticklish little annnnnngel…
She leaned in and began to kiss Alice’s stretched-taut belly, her tongue teasing the bellybutton while her fingers walked up and began squeezing at Alice’s hips.
“Tease her,” Miss Catherine whispered in Barbara’s ear. “Talk to her.”
Barbara licked her lips. “Kitchy koo,” she whispered between nuzzles of Alice’s tummy.
“More spirited,” Miss Catherine said, running the Flex-O-Pleaser down Barbara’s tummy with the promise of going even lower.
Barbara moaned. “Kitchy kitchy koo,” she said, louder. She dug her fingers into Alice’s hips and sides, in the hollows of her thigh joints. “Is the little girl ticklish? Tickle tickle tickle!”
The more Barbara teased and tickled, the louder Alice laughed, and the lower Miss Catherine lowered the tip of the flexible vibe until the tip met her clit. Then both Alice and Catherine screamed as Barbara’s fingers went out of control and tickled mercilessly at the joints of Alice’s leg and leaned in and tongued Alice’s bellybutton. As the last of the orgasm coursed through Barbara’s body, she fell against Alice’s body, no longer tickling, hugging it tightly.
Wordlessly, Miss Catherine arose and began teasing Alice’s splayed labia again. Barbara caught her breath and, still trembling, began kissing Alice’s nipples again, loving every single kiss she took. She’d never been attracted to a little girl before, not ever. But this child was… exquisite!
Within minutes, Alice was swooning in ecstasy. But she was afraid to show it, because she thought that, once again, these women would stop these wonderful touches and start tickling her again.
But when Miss Catherine bowed her head between the girl’s legs and began kissing and licking Alice’s bare slit, Alice couldn’t help but gasp and moan. Her mouth formed a perfect little ‘O’ and she began to tremble. This was different than when she would play with herself. When she did that, she could speed up her playing when she felt the orgasm coming, making it happen. Now she was at the mercy of someone else, and the orgasm would come when it came and no sooner. She wished so much that she could do something to return the pleasure.
Barbara knelt to get a better angle on sucking at Alice’s nipples, which put her own breasts close to Alice’s mouth. Alice took the chance and, to Barbara’s surprise, took the nipple between her lips and began to suck.
Barbara groaned at the feel of the child’s wet lips nursing her nipple, and looked quickly up at Miss Catherine, fearing punishment for taking the pleasure. But Miss Catherine just smiled and nodded, continuing to alternate between Alice’s tender labia, taking one between her lips and gently nibbling, then repeating with the other.
“Does that feel good, Alice?” Miss Catherine cooed.
“Mmm-hmm,” Alice replied through a mouthful of Barbara’s nipple.
“Miss Catherine’s going to make it feel really good now, baby girl,” the redhead promised. “And I’m going to tickle your feet while I do it, but I’ll be gentle, okay?”
A pause, then another “Mmm-hmm.”
Miss Catherine smiled and brought her face back to Alice’s pussy, this time targeting the tiny pink clitoris. At the same time, her hands reached upward for Alice’s helpless pale soles.
Tongue met clit at the same moment fingertips met soles. True to her word, Miss Catherine tickled only slowly and softly. She might as well have attacked Alice’s feet with a brush, because, while Alice giggled at the touch, her giggles were overwhelmed with a succession of “Oh”s, each louder than the last, causing her to lose her oral grip on Barbara’s breast.
Barbara joined in with her mistress, tugging the little girl’s tiny nipples between her lips as she reached up and finger-brushed Alice’s sides and underarms.
Even though Alice was anticipating the orgasm, it still seemed to sneak up on her. Her body spasmed and twitched. A trickle of clear liquid drizzled from her slit and Miss Catherine let it flow into her mouth. Her own voice seemed strange to her; older, more mature. Barbara and Miss Catherine heard the same lusty sound in the girl’s giggles and moans, and smiled to themselves.
The child’s orgasm subsided, and Alice breathed deeply. If she were at home, this would be the time she would roll over, hug her pillow tightly, and go to sleep. But Barbara kept on licking her nipples, and Miss Catherine did the same to her pussy, even though she had already come. More, they were still tickling her, and now that she wasn’t orgasming, she could no longer ignore the tickle sensations.
“Stahahahap,” she giggled, helplessly. “Enouhahaahaff — ahhh!” Quite unexpectedly, another orgasm, stronger than the first, began to build in her vagina. That she could have another one so close to the first came as a surprise to Alice, and she surrendered gleefully to it.
When the second climax had washed over her, the continued tickling felt even more unbearable, making her giggle louder. But she submitted to the tickles, knowing that they would stop whenever the ladies decided they would stop. Meanwhile, the orgasms came – and after each one, the tickles were stronger than the previous time until, finally, she was laughing loudly even through her final orgasm, a sweet, draining flush of pleasure and tickling that made the room fade into darkness.
*****
When Alice awoke, the women were dressed, Miss Catherine in her gown of many layers and Barbara in her uniform. Barbara was dipping a cloth in a bowl of water and wiping down the still nude Alice.
“Well, little Miss Alice,” said Miss Catherine as she bustled about the room putting things away. “Was everything up to your… expectations?”
“Oh, yes!” Alice quickly agreed. Then disappointment crossed her face.
“Why, whatever is the matter, Alice?” Miss Catherine said, noting Alice’s sudden glumness.
“It’s just that,” Alice began, “it took me so long to save up enough money to come here. And I had such fun that I don’t know how I’ll ever last until next summer when I can do it again.”
“Next summer?” Miss Catherine declared. “Why, whatever makes you think you need to wait that long?”
“Well, I– “
“Miss Alice,” Miss Catherine continued. “Do you have any idea at all of the value of money? Hmm? No, I don’t think you do. Your payment earlier? You didn’t buy a session.”
“But I– “
Barbara looked up at her mistress, curiously.
“You paid much too much for that,” Miss Catherine said, firmly. “You purchased yourself a junior partnership in my business — a SILENT junior partnership, which means that you really don’t tell anyone that you’re a junior partner.”
Barbara arched an eyebrow at her boss as she began to slide Alice’s panties up her legs.
“Junior partnership?” Alice said. “D-does that mean I can come back again sometime?”
Miss Catherine laughed. “As often as you’d like,” she said. “And I hope you come again soon.” Barbara fastened the tiny bra around Alice’s chest with a bit of a smirk at the uselessness of the garment, before helping the girl into the rest of her outfit, finishing with the ankle socks and buckle-up shoes.
“Membership has its privileges,” Miss Catherine continued. “But always remember that you are a silent partner, understand?”
“I understand silent,” Alice said as Barbara began to brush her hair and tie the bows back into place. “But what does it mean that I’m a junior partner?”
Miss Catherine smiled. “It means you’re junior to me,” she said. “Just like me, but smaller.”
“Like a daughter?” Alice ventured.
“Just as though you were my very own daughter,” Miss Catherine said. “You can treat everything that’s mine as though it were yours. My television. My refrigerator. My maid.”
“Your–” Barbara said with a start.
“Everything,” Miss Catherine said firmly.
“Wow,” said Alice, considering the implications. She looked at Barbara with a mischievous twinkle. “So if I told her to do something…?”
“She’d have to do it,” finished Miss Catherine. “Just as if I told her to myself.”
Barbara flushed hotly, her cheeks bright pink against the pure white lace of her maid’s outfit.
“Hmmm…” thought Alice, a naughty smile playing across her lips. “So Barbara,” she said. “I’d like you to…”
“Yes?” the maid said with a sigh.
Alice’s smiled wider, then giggled innocently, “…kiss me goodbye.” And she puckered her lips and tilted her head up to the maid.
Barbara’s face softened as she stepped toward the girl and bent down to kiss her. She put her lips near Alice’s, stopped, and then let her own lips melt around the child’s. She cupped Alice’s chin in one hand as, wetly, her tongue entered Alice’s mouth.
Alice’s eyes went wide. She gave a muffled start, then melted into the maid’s embrace when Barbara reached up under Alice’s skirt and pressed her fingertips against her crotch. Alice’s arms went stiff at her sides, her fingers splayed, hands shaking as she began to return Barbara’s warm, sexy kiss.
Finally, the kiss broke, and Alice was left wobbly and woozy. “Au revoir, ma petit cher,” Barbara said with a smile before finally taking her fingers from under Alice’s skirt.
“Whoo,” Alice exhaled, half expecting to see steam escaping her lips. “You know, I don’t have to go home right this very minute…”
“Yes,” said Miss Catherine. “You should. It’s getting late. But you can come back any time — and soon, I hope!”
“I will,” Alice said, catching her breath. “Wow. Silent partner. This is going to be so much fun!” She hugged Miss Catherine and Barbara once more, then bounded out the door, running down the walk toward the bus stop, her hair flying behind her.
“Fun,” Miss Catherine echoed quietly. “Yes, I think it will be.” She closed the door to the afternoon sun.
“Was that wise?” Barbara ventured.
“Probably not,” Miss Catherine said. “But fun, no?”
“Very fun,” Barbara said, unable to suppress her smile, gave a small shrug. “It’s just that she’s so, so young…”
“Yes,” Miss Catherine said. “But it’s not like we’re sending her home pregnant, is it?” She cupped her maid’s cheeks in her hands and gently kissed her mouth. “We’ll teach her everything about how women fuck. She’s much too exquisite to be shared with boys… or men, for that matter.” She sighed contentedly. “That girl is a born lesbian, and we’ll be the ones who enjoy her first. Next time, I’ll teach little Alice how to eat pussy.”
“Oh, my,” Barbara murmured, already dreaming of enjoying oral sex with the little girl.
Now, Barbara…” Miss Catherine smiled at her maid. “I’ve had an incredibly arousing afternoon, and could use a bit of relief.”
She took Barbara by the hand and led her to the stairs, up into her private quarters.
“Yes, mistress,” Barbara replied, obediently following Miss Catherine.
The End
Wow, that was a bit different! Lots of fun, all in good spirits, and I enjoyed it. Thanks to the management for selecting these “best of LL” stories.
This is one of my favorite stories on here! Alice is so cute, and not to mention precocious as all heck!
I’ve reread this so many times; it’s too bad that no sequels were ever written. I’d have loved to hear how Miss Catherine/Alice/Barbara developed afterward.
This story deserves sequels!
I loved it and wished I could be in Alice’s shoes, maybe in her skin would be better
A beautiful story that I only just found, thanks to Rosey making a comment. I’m so glad you did.
My pleasure! It’s an oldie but a goodie; the more people that find it, the better! I’m so glad you enjoyed it! The author has a story aside from this one on (I think?) Leslita that also involves tickling. It’s great, but didn’t quite match this one! I wish she had kept writing!
If there’s another chapter, or more, to follow, I’d love to read them.
Very very nice. I love the BDSM angle in the story. Though I must say, my favs are where the lil ones are the Dominate ones, especially if it’s a reluctant adult. *looking at the writer* hint hint 😉