The first session. Part3/3. Links to part 1 and 2 in comments.

The first session. Part 3/3

By:@Ars3nna

Please read parts 1 and 2 before this.

2 Hours later, they both stopped, switched off the vibrators attacking his feet and armpits, and Caitlyn removed the gag and blindfold.

Nathan, shattered and broken to the point where he couldn’t even form thoughts, barely even conscious, just sat there staring into space, his head spinning, psychically and mentally exhausted beyond belief.

The 2 mistresses stopped their assault on his body, and just stayed with him, gently cuddling and comforting him.

After a few minutes, Nathan, having regained his breath and some of his mental capacity, didn’t say anything, just started sobbing profusely.

“Shhhh, it’s ok baby,” Whispered Sandra in a soft and comforting voice, wiping away Nathan’s tears. “The tickling’s over baby. All done.”

They continued to cuddle and comfort him for the next 15 minutes or so while he calmed down.

They untied him from the chair and, with great effort, between the 2 of them, they managed to pick up the zombified Nathan, and carry him to the table a few feet across the room.

The first session. Part 2/3. Links to part 2 and 3 in comments.

The first session. Part2/3

By:@Ars3nna

Please read part 1 before reading this

Caitlyn tugged on the leash and walked forward toward another doorway, Nathan, realizing she intended for him to follow her, walked forward the few steps it took to get to the door, where they stopped, and Caitlyn, picking up a key from the adjacent counter, unlocked the door and went inside. Nathan followed, with Sandra right behind him. After they were all through the doorway, Caitlyn handed Sandra the key, and proceeded to climb the even shorter staircase, while Sandra closed and locked the door behind her.

Once they reached the top, Caitlyn flicked a switch, and the lights came on, revealing what looked like a dimly lit, medieval style dungeon, complete with stone tiles on the floor and walls, and LED lights that looked like old timey wall torches. It felt slightly damp, and had a vague, musty smell like that of an attic.

Looking around the room, Nathan saw a chair, with protruding arm and leg rests with straps where the ankles, thighs, upper arms and wrists looked like they’d go. Next to the chair was a somewhat small, metal cart, with an assortment of feathers, brushes, electric toothbrushes, and what looked to be a bottle of some kind of oil or lubricant.

The first session. Part1/3. Link to part 2 in comments.

WARNING. This short story, and the following 2 parts, contain intense themes of consensual non consent, tickling, femdom, and various sexual acts. If you are offended, or otherwise turned off by this kind of content, I would recommend not reading.

The first session. Part1/3

By:@Ars3nna

Nathan had been really down on his luck lately. At 31, he was making a very healthy salary as a software engineer, with a comfy 1 bedroom apartment with an office space in the downtown of his city. But he wasn’t happy. He wasn’t happy because following the death of one of his parents, he decided to ask his girlfriend of 3 ½ years to marry him. She declined and left him. Now, sitting alone in his apartment browsing reddit and watching shitty Youtube videos for the 7th hour in a row, he got a call from his friend Dave.

Nathan reluctantly answered.

“Hey man,” Dave said. “I heard about what happened with Holy…and your mom. You doing ok bro?”

“I’m…handling it,” Nathan said after a pause.

“Well that’s good I guess,” Dave said. “We should go out tonight man! Let’s get drunk!”