Dungeon of Feathers: A Tickle Torture Story

Her nails traced up and down over my exposed torso. She'd done a good job of tying me down; I barely had any range of movement. But even so, I tried to use what I did have to lean into her nails, wanting them to scratch me. Claw at me. Wanting them to make me scream as they drew blood. Instead, the touch became lighter, flicking over my skin so gently they were barely touching it at all. It was weird.
Actually... it sort of tickled... ***Kane thought that Mistress Red was just another dominatrix. It's quite a shock to learn that she doesn't use whips and chains, but tickling to make her subs suffer. Tickling?! Kane has endured so much worse than that! Surely no woman, no matter how skilled, can bring him to submission just by making him laugh.