"Here Teddi, I brought you a blanket."
"Oh thanks, Steve."
"Are you OK?"
"Yes, really. I'll be fine. It was fantastic. My, look at what they're doing to Ginger!"
"Yeah, I've been watching them out of the corner of my eye. Did you see that dildo Carol stuck in her?"
"No! Isn't that the harness Lynn wore?"
"Yes, but Carol changed the crotch strap to one with a dildo attached to it. See that wire, and the box Carol's holding? That controls it. It's covered with rubber spikes. That must feel really strong."
"I've seen pictures of those. They look so painful, but sometimes I get the urge to try one. It couldn't be worse than that white pleated thing you used on me!"
"Tell me, how was that?"
"Oh look, I think Lynn is coming. Look at her shaking! And Ginger too! Incredible. Oh, hi Nancy!"
"Here, I brought you some coffee, and your clothes. I think you can still wear them. The white one will need to be cleaned. How are you feeling?"
"Thanks. Right now I think I know what an octopus feels like out of the water. I keep thinking I'll slide right off of this chair."
"Was it good?" asked Nancy.
"I never knew sex could be like that. Absolutely mind blowing. You all seemed to know just when to change. Steve was just asking about the pleated pants. First of all, the skirt was really nice. And the top, when you brushed it over my breasts. Steve, that really tickles, just like you thought. When I was wearing it the feeling was there, only not so strong. But when you kept sliding it over my ass, that was fantastic. I love the way that felt!"
But the pants, well, I guess it was a jumpsuit, anyway, that was much stronger. Then, when Ginger pulled open my cunt, well, I thought I was going to die from how strong it was on my clit. I guess it's the edges of the pleats that do the trick. I could feel bursts of intense sensations, which must have been the pleats flicking over my clit. Sometimes it would stop for a second, and sometimes there would be a long, drawn out surge. It was almost like having my clit rubbed when it's too dry; you know, that can be very painful. Except that the pressure was so light. That's what made it bearable. But there was no way I could have taken it without being tied down."
"Did you ever think that you weren't going to come?" Steve asked.
"Oh yes, many times. Most of the time. That was the worst part. I wanted to come even before you used the white one, and look how long it took!"
"Hmm, yes, almost an hour."
"Was it that long?" asked Nancy. "What time is it?"
"Around midnight," replied Steve. "Teddi, you were a magnificent partner. I can't say enough to express my gratitude. There are very few women who would like me do that to them."
"Oh, I don't know about that. There would be if they knew how good it would feel."
"I don't think I could take it!"
"Don't sell yourself short, Nancy. Didn't you enjoy Steve's tickling game?"
As she spoke, Teddi stood up and slipped on her skirt and top. Steve winced at having her lush, naked body inches from his face, and watching the soft pleated fabric that had tormented her for so long slipping down over her bare skin.
"Ah, that does feel good! Wearing this will never be the same."
"Maybe you could talk Carol into giving you the white one too, now that it's covered with your cunt juice."
"Oh Nancy, don't be so crude! But yes, that would be nice to have. Even if I never actually wear it."
Steve's ears burned with Teddi's words. The thought of her repeating her ordeal, masturbating or with a lover, made him horny as hell. He made a mental note to mention it to Carol, since he might be one to benefit from such a deal.
"So, Nancy, the others have all had some fun. Any secret desires you want to share?"
"Not especially. I don't think I could stand what Teddi went through, and certainly not what Lynn and Ginger have been up to. Look at them, still going at it!"
"You did say that you enjoyed the way a dress like you have on feels. That time in the store, remember?"
"Well, yes, but part of it was the customer I was helping. For some reason she aroused me tremendously."
"How about some nice, gentle tickling? No whips, no pain."
"Come on, Nan, try it! I'd love to watch you being tickled by Steve. He's very good at it, and I'll make sure he doesn't hurt you. You did enjoy tickling me, didn't you?"
"You'll stop if I ask you to?"
"Of course!" Steve replied. "The idea is to enjoy yourself, to explore your sensuality. This isn't a Gestapo interrogation."
"I'm not so sure! Look at Ginger. That looks like real torture to me! Kind of scary."
"Believe me, she's having the time of her life. So is Lynn, and Carol. Carol always leaves you a way out, and respects it. So do I. Whatever I do, I want you to feel like coming back another day and doing it again."
At that moment Lynn fell to the floor, while Ginger hung in the harness, both quivering uncontrollably. Ginger's gag kept her screams to a mild mewing, but Steve could tell that she was going off like a rocket. Lynn's face was contorted, as if she was in agony, but she was silent. Carol helped her get the thong off, then set about releasing Ginger from her bonds. He was curious why Carol had given Lynn the one crotch teaser she said was too strong even for her. He decided that her wicked side had gotten the better of her this time. Like watching Teddi getting dressed, the sight of Lynn trying desperately to get out of that tight rubber thong with the little teeth that bit into her clit made him very horny. He wasn't sure how much longer he could stand it without getting some relief himself.
"Nancy, it looks like Ginger's had enough. Shall we?"
Steve led Nancy to the spot Ginger had just vacated. She stared uncomfortably at the three women as they passed them.
"Here, these cuffs will hold you tight without digging into your skin."
He slipped the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, and soon had her dangling in front of him. She was a haughty girl, willowy, without the curvaceous body of Teddi or the Japanese model cuteness of Lynn. Still, she was lovely, and her body was covered by a sexy black dress that reminded him of Vivian.
He started with her ribs, gliding over them with his fingertips, adjusting the pressure in search of the strongest reaction.
"Relax, Nan, let yourself go. Let the feeling flow through you. Yes, that's it."
She started to grimace and toss her head, then she let out a long sigh and started to quiver a little.
"Feel the way you're tied up. You can't get away, you can't make it stop."
"Mmm. Uhh. Oh, Steve!"
The dress felt cold and slick under his fingers. The late night air was pleasantly cool, which he knew made the nylon jersey feel even better to her.
"Feel the dress all over your body. Focus on my fingers, but feel the cool nylon where it touches your ass, your legs, your tummy."
"Ah! Ah, ah, ohhh!"
Steve knew from long experience not to stay too long at any one place, at least not now. It was as if the body shut down the nerve endings to escape the overload. Moving to a new spot always renewed the intensity of tickling.
He thought about going up to her exposed armpits, but decided to hold back. He wanted to restrict himself to tickling her through the thin nylon of her dress and save tickling her hot spots until she was completely aroused.
He decided to work on her breasts. The dress covered them with little triangular patches, with lace along the top. Narrow straps went from the point of each triangle up over her shoulders and down to a low cut back. He spread the fingers of both hands, placed the tips of his fingers around the base of each breast, then slowly and lightly drew them out to the nipple. Then again, and again.
"Oh my! Oh, ah! No, no, no, that's enough. Enough! Oh please! Yaiiie, please, oh, you're killing me, I can't stand that!"
Steve kept it up a little longer, forcing her to endure a bit of that helpless feeling that good bondage tickling can produce. Then he decided to give her a break.
At first he just stopped, letting her catch her breath. He looked over her gown, noticing for the first time that the gathered lace that made up the foot or so of the hem was rather heavy, and pulled the slinky fabric firmly against her thighs. Not only was it sewn in gathers, the lace was pleated, tiny delicate pleats that gave it a soft texture.
"Oh, Steve! Oh, that feels good! I do like it. You're not stopping, are you?"
"So, you like this after all. I'm glad. And I really like doing this to you. Now, how does this feel?"
He reached down and grasped her skirt on her left side where the lace was sewn to the jersey, and lifted it up. Then with his left hand he held the lace at the top of the slit that ran up the front, lifting it to expose her bare crotch. She was shaved bare, and her lips were not yet parted. Using the lace in his right hand like a brush, he gently stroked it across her cunt.
"Heeeee, yaaa, haaa, oh, stop, stop it! God but that tickles! Ohhh noooo!"
Steve watched in delight as Nancy squirmed and tossed, swaying her hips to avoid his attack. He didn't so much want to stimulate her as to tease her there, and he quit before she had the chance to get too aroused. He dropped the skirt and started in at once on the front of her thighs.
"Ohh, ohhhh. Ahh! Oh no, please! Ahhhh!"
He stuck to this pattern for quite a while, stroking her through the nylon, then teasing her cunt with the lace. He covered every inch of her, returning often to her breasts, the spot that made her laugh and scream the most.
His dick was hard as steel, throbbing from the rings that now dug into the shaft. Every little move made the tip scrape against the lace covering the inside of the panties Carol had given him, and it felt like it was on fire.
It was maddening to see Nancy's jersey covered body dangling before him, so tempting. He wanted nothing more than to drop his pants and rub the tip of his cock over the smooth nylon, up and down, back and forth, around in circles until he sprayed cum all over the shiny fabric, or plunge it deep inside her beckoning cunt.
Finally he decided it was time for something new. He went to Carol's back room and returned with a pair of peacock feathers. He unclipped Nancy's ankles from the spreader bar and slipped her dress off, then re-secured her. Then he went to work with the feathers, one in each hand, making them dance all over her naked skin.
There was something about the sight of a pretty girl being tickled that way that drove him wild. He knew that the soft feathers would not provide enough stimulation on her cunt to let her come. Actually, that was what he intended, to tickle her until she was desperate to come, frantic for more stimulation and knowing that he was withholding it.
He fluttered the tips in every nook and cranny of her body, all at his disposal thanks to the way she was bound. He ran the long, hairy edge over her nipples and between her legs, sometimes pressing the quill down into the lips of her cunt to tease her all the more. She went berserk, howling with laughter, screaming hysterically, begging him to stop.
Carol came over to watch, then after a few more minutes Ginger and Lynn did too. They all stood and stared in dreamy admiration at what Nancy was going through. Finally it was Carol who spoke up.
"Steve, lets try something different. I've been working on something that I'm sure you'll like."
Carol brought an odd looking thing made of shiny black spandex, holding it out for everyone to see.
"I made this myself. Sort of a dress, but one that fits really tight. Let's try it on her."
Sure enough, what she held looked like a dance leotard on top, with a wide, scooped neckline and long sleeves. But the bottom was almost as narrow as a single pant leg.
Together they released Nancy's ankles from the spreader bar, took off the ankle cuffs, and started working the dress up her legs. It was hard work, but after several minutes they had her legs pined tightly together. They had to release her arms one at a time to get them through the long sleeves.
The bizarre leotard dress was incredibly tight, hugging Nancy's every curve like a second skin. To Steve it made her look like a mermaid, but without a tail. A mermaid with shiny black scales.
"Now, tickle her some more, only use your nails and press harder, like this."
Carol started running her long red nails up and down Nancy's right leg. Steve joined in, working on her ass. It was obvious from her screams and uncontrolled laughter that the strange dress was working well.
"Come on, let's all do it," Carol suggested. "Let's really bombard her. Steve, stand up and work on her armpits. Lynn, get in under Steve and do her ass and the backs of her legs. Ginger, you take her breasts, and I'll do the front of her legs."
It took some jostling but they all managed to squeeze in around Nancy. They all went at it at once, flooding her with tickling. Her shaking reminded Steve of a fresh caught fish. Her howls of laughter were almost more than he could stand. He desperately wanted some relief. Being surrounded by lovely woman dressed in sexy clothes only made it worse. Watching them torment their captive, with looks of glee in their eyes, made it much worse.
They actually didn't do it for very long, just a few minutes, but to Steve, seeing how intense it was, it seemed much longer. He began to worry that it may stop being fun for her, but Teddi spoke up just as he was about to.
"OK, OK, that's enough. Let's give her a break. Hmmm. I have an idea, something that I think she'll like a lot."
Nancy looked exhausted, yet her eyes widened in shock at Teddi's words. Her reaction was not lost on the others.
"Steve, can you bring that ottoman over here please?"
"Sure thing, Teddi. I'm glad to see you've recovered."
"Ha! Now I just want to give this little imp some of the same!"
"Teddi, please, not like this. God, this is so tight, every touch is so strong! No more, please, I can't bear it."
"Oh, you'll get more! A lot more before I'm through!"
"Don't be so cruel! Let me go, please let me go!"
Listening to their exchange made Steve a little giddy. He had only played with women one at a time, by himself. Tonight he was gaining a whole new perspective on how to enjoy himself.
"Steve, help me with this. I want her kneeling on it."
He helped Teddi get Nancy onto the ottoman. They had to lower her a bit as Teddi held her ankles up, and Nancy was not completely cooperative.
Teddi went and picked out some ropes from the pile Steve had brought in earlier. She set to work tying them around Nancy's ankles, running one up and around her waist and two more down to the stubby legs of the ottoman. When she was done, Nancy was unable to move her feet, except to wiggle them, which she was doing rather nervously.
Carol came and stood next to Steve and whispered in his ear.
"Isn't this great? Look at Teddi, she's really into it. Listen, keep an eye on Nancy. I don't want this to go too far."
Steve tried hard not to laugh.
"I mean it! Nan's a gentle spirit. And Teddi can be pretty wild."
Teddi knelt on the floor behind Nancy, within easy reach of her immobilized feet, and started to run her nails lightly up and down the bare soles.
"Ah! Teddi, no, not that! Oh! Oh!"
"Nancy, do you know how sexy you look? Your skin all tightly covered in shiny black, unable to move? Can you imagine how many men would enjoy having you like this?"
Teddi reached up and caressed the back of Nancy's legs with her left hand as she continued to tickle those frantically wiggling feet. Nancy squealed with laughter.
Steve couldn't resist and went around to work on Nancy's breasts. Carol had sewn the bust something like a bra, allowing the stretchy fabric to grip the breasts without pressing them flat the way dancer's leotards did. Nancy's breasts were not as full as Teddi's but she was by no means flat chested. Now they hung like two apples, high and firm, the fabric squeezing them tightly at the base and making them swell. Her nipples showed clearly as soft bumps in the shiny black fabric. He used the tip of his index finger on each hand to stroke them, then drew his nails from the base down to the nipple. The fabric was smooth to touch, and underneath she was soft and warm.
Nancy looked down to watch him with a look of fascination and despair. When he started stroking her with all of his fingers her head fell back and she howled with laughter.
"Oh, ah, Steve, no! Yaieeee!"
Her body quivered, held in check by the tight ropes. Only her head and feet were capable of any real movement.
The others watched as Teddi and Steve toyed with her, stopping, starting again, trying one place and another, finding a rhythm that kept her on edge without tiring her too quickly. Teddi began to move her hands around in front to stroke Nancy's tummy, gliding down as far as the tight fabric would let her get to her cunt. The skirt was very tight, and it was impossible to get in between her legs. Teddi would play with her there for a moment, then go back and tickle her bare feet, then back up again. Steve wondered how frustrating it must be for Nancy to know that they couldn't touch her clit.
"Doesn't it feel good, Nan? Oh yes. Oh, I love to hear you scream like that! Oh yes, beg me to stop. You know I won't. You know it turns me on to look at you like this. Think of me, tied to the table, that cool, silky nylon tickling my cunt. God that felt good! And you, dragging those pleats over my nipples."
"Ahhhh!"
"Oh yes, scream, all you want. Look at your ass, covered so tight. Feel how tight it is, all over you. Think of Carol in that tight rubber g-string, those sharp points digging into her cunt, flicking against her clit all night. Every move makes those points scrap against her clit."
"Ahhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!"
Steve's cock was hard and throbbing, straining against the cold metal rings. The sight of Nancy, covered head to toe in tight black spandex, trembling and jerking, the sound of her maniacal laughter, combined with Teddi's words was driving him mad with lust. He broadened his attack, stroking her ribs, then under her arms, then back to her breasts. He was fascinated by her facial expressions, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth sometimes set in a grimace, then wide open as she laughed and screamed.
"I can't tell you how good that white pleated jersey felt brushing against my clit. Like fire, yet so cold, like ice. Think of how it must have felt, those pleats sliding down inside my lips, the edges flicking across my clit. I wish I could wear a long pleated gown like that and feel the pleats brushing against the tip of my clit. Every step would send them rushing back and forth, flicking my clit, setting it on fire."
"Ahhhh!"
Steve could sense a change in Nancy. Teddi noticed it too, and gave up tickling her feet, concentrating on the area around her cunt with one hand and her ass with the other. Steve began to use firmer pressure on her breasts, pinching her nipples through the tight nylon. Nancy responded, acting like she was going to come. They kept it up without stopping as Nancy's cries became more and more agitated.
Then it happened, her body shuddering in the unmistakable throws of an orgasm. Steve was amazed that she could do it without any direct contact with her clit. He also felt that tremendous sense of relief and joy that he always had when his partner climaxed.
Nancy's orgasm did not last long. Teddi immediately started to untie her feet, and Steve pitched in to release her wrists, not sure what would happen next. They stood her up and she collapsed against him. She was breathing heavily and was so limp that it was hard to keep her from falling. His face ended up buried in her hair, and her scent, musky and fragrant, added to his desire.
Carol and Teddi began peeling her out of the dress as he steadied her. As they struggled to get it down her legs she looked up at him and smiled.