Chapter 8

Miss led me over to one of the columns in the room.

“Take your heels off,” she ordered.

I was happy to comply. But walking in my bare feet felt a little odd after spending the day in platform pumps.

“Ms. Connor gave me some hints. She said that since I’m new at this, we have to be careful. You have to tell me if I tie you up and hurt your back or shoulders or anything,” she said.

“I will, Miss. Thank you.” I replied.

She had me stretch my arms up over my head. She had to pull a chair over to stand on to reach up and attach the cuffs. I was stretched out, but still able to keep my feet flat on the floor.

“OK?” she asked.

“Yes, Miss, so far. Thank you, Miss,” I said.

She stepped in front of me, still naked. Her body was so girlish. It made her long nipples, swollen cunny lips and thick clit stand out. I could tell that despite all the orgasms I’d given her, she was very horny. Her thighs were shiny with her juices half-way down her thighs.

“You lied to me,” she scolded.

“I ... I know, Miss ... I’m sooo sorry...” I pleaded.

“Don’t say anything! Just listen.”

I stopped talking. My clit throbbed at being scolded by my daughter.

“You lied to me,” she started over, “You had the chance to tell me everything and you left out the part about what happened in back of the shoe store. I don’t know why you left that out, but it doesn’t matter. I’m very disappointed in you.”

My heart sunk when she said that. I remembered when my mother or father said that and how badly it made me feel then.

She continued, “First, you will tell me exactly what happened. Don’t leave anything out.”

I recounted everything that happened in the storeroom. I tried to remember everything and give her all the details. She just stood and listened with a blank look on her face. I blushed as I told her how I had multiple orgasms on Tommy’s tiny dicky while he ejaculated onto my clit. I ended by telling her that Ms. Connor made me give Ms. Chelsea my phone number and that Ms. Chelsea wanted to punish my daughter’s big clit.

“Are you sure that’s everything?” she asked.

“Yes, Miss. I promise.” I replied, hoping that I hadn’t accidentally left anything out.

“OK. I’m gonna tickle you now.” she said, walking over to the pile of supplies.

She put on rubber gloves and walked over carrying a tube of some kind of cream. She squeezed a generous amount onto the gloves and started rubbing the cream all over me.

“Ms. Connor said this will make your skin more tickly, hee hee.” She giggled.

I didn’t feel any different as she applied the cream. She made sure to cover my body completely, including my tits, nipples and cunny. When she was done, she picked up a small plastic bottle.

“We have something special for your butthole, turn around and face the pole and spread your legs,” she ordered.

I did what I was told and felt her use one hand to spread my butt cheeks.

“Itching powder!” She laughed and I felt a few puffs of air on and around my asshole.

I didn’t feel anything right away, but then it hit me.

“OH!” I gasped as the itching started. Miss guided me back around to face her as I clenched my cheeks to try to scratch the intense itching.

Miss didn’t waste any time. She pulled off the gloves and started running her fingers over my belly and up into my arm pits.

“Oh God! No! Heee haaa. I’m so ticklish ... ish ... ish ... haaa haaa!” I started laughing uncontrollably.

She used her fingers all over my body. She even picked up my feet and ran her fingers over the soles and under my toes. The whole time, the itching powder did its work. All my squirming around worked it into my asshole good. No matter what I did, I couldn’t scratch the itch.

The cream she applied did its magic too. I felt more ticklish than I did on Friday night. I screamed in laughter as my daughter tickled me relentlessly.

The tickling stopped suddenly, though the itching in my asshole was constant. I tried to catch my breath.

Miss stepped over to the supplies and returned with two pointy feathers.

She just looked at me for a minute, then asked, “Is your butthole itchy?”

I wiggled my hips and clenched my cheeks trying to scratch the itch. “Oh my God! It’s so itchy! Please, wash it off.” I replied.

“No way! I like the way it makes you wiggle. Hee hee.”

She reached up and started using the feathers on my tits. She started on the undersides and slowly made circles getting closer and closer to my nipples. The cream made my skin more sensitive to the feathers. I screamed in laughter when they finally reached my sensitive nipples.

“Ahhhhh! Heee heee heee ... haaa haaa haaa!”

She tickled my nipples until they were more swollen than I’d ever felt them. I thought they might burst.

She kept up the tickling assault while the powder relentlessly attacked my asshole. She used different implements and experimented to see which ones tickled which places most. The only thing she didn’t tickle was my cunny. Yet, I knew that was coming at some point. I didn’t have to wait long.

She stopped tickling and let me catch my breath for a minute.

“I gonna tickle your cunny now,” she said, “DON’T cum! And DON’T pee on me. Now spread your legs.”

I didn’t want to, but I remembered my promise to myself that I would do anything to help Miss. I spread my legs as wide as I could while keeping my toes on the floor. My horny pussy was completely exposed to her.

“I’m ready for you, Miss,” I said.

She grabbed two puffy feathers and ran them over my mound and all over my horny cunny. The cream kicked in and I was a laughing mess in no time.

She switched to a Q-tip and used it to tickle my quivering clit. The itching in my asshole seemed to fire my clit up and it swelled bigger than ever.

When she switched to an electric toothbrush on my clit, I had to try to stop her. “P ... p ... please, Miss ... I’m gonna cum!”

She stopped immediately.

“Good girl!” she said and gave me a moment to clam down before applying the toothbrush again.

She brought me to the edge a few times and each time I was able to stop her before I went over the edge. The last time I lasted only about a second. I was so close to cumming.

She tried every single implement on my cunny and clit. None of them brought me close to cumming like the toothbrush. When she had her fill of tickling my cunny she stopped again. I was a sweaty mess, barely able to catch my breath.

“Is the itching powder wearing off?” she asked.

I tried to focus on the sensation in my asshole while still trying to catch my breath. It did feel a little less itchy down there. Maybe sweat was washing it off. I told the truth, hoping that my tickle torture would end when the powder wore off.

“Yes, Miss, I think so,” I told her.

“OK,” she said matter-of-factly.

Miss stepped up on the chair and released the cuffs, letting my arms down. I nearly fell over, and she helped me to the sofa, still cuffed. I flopped down and assumed the fetal position. I was relieved. Not only because the torture had ended, but because I made it through without cumming or peeing.

After a few minutes, she pulled me off the sofa. She had me lie on my back on the floor and proceeded to secure me with my arms over my head and the spreader bar attached to my ankles. She pulled the bar over my head and attached it to the same column that my wrists were attached to. The effect was to elevate my butt off the floor. My pussy and asshole were completely exposed.

She rubbed more tickle cream into my feet and tickled them with her fingers and all the implements. She ticked the soles. She tickled the balls of my feet. She tickled under and between my toes. I howled in laughter, the cream making the tickle nerves in my feet so much more ticklish.

She put another pair of gloves on and grabbed the bottle of itching powder.

“No! Please ... No more ... it’s so bad...” I begged.

She didn’t hesitate and I felt those familiar puffs of air on my asshole. Spread as it was, I felt the powder hit the inner most crevices of my already tortured asshole.

“Ms. Connor said I shouldn’t use this on your cunny,” she said, pulling her gloves off.

I thanked Ms. Connor in my head as the itch hit me. In this position, I couldn’t even rub my cheeks together to try to scratch the itch. All I could do was clench my sphincter, which did nothing more than work the powder deeper into my asshole.

“Look!” Miss giggled, pointing at my asshole, “It’s winking at me! I wonder what would happen if I tickled your butthole with a feather now.”

“Oh my God! Oh my God! No! Please! It itches so much already!” I pleaded to no avail.

A few seconds later, two pointy feathers were circling around my itchy asshole, making their way toward the center.

“Tickle tickle tickle!” Miss teased.

She dropped one of the feathers and used her fingers to spread my asshole even wider. She used the other pointy feather to tickle the center-most crevice of my asshole. My entire existence was focused on that one point of my body. The relentless tickling and itching were overwhelming. My body did the only thing it had available to extinguish the itch.