Zeek’s Femdom Adventure 14: Group Tickle Torture Bondage

Adventure 14 took place in early December 2024 and marked the final femdom adventure of the year. I’m aware it took too long to release this, and I’m sure I’ll face some punishment lashings for the delay.

I was clueless about what was planned this time. Annie departed on Thursday, and I anticipated a challenge on Friday night. However, nothing occurred. Saturday night also came and went without any kinky instructions. I hardly heard from her; this trip really kept her occupied with back-to-back meetings.

Just as I was settling in, Sunday morning brought a message from Annie. She instructed me to be at a certain address by 2 p.m. that afternoon. The address was unfamiliar, which suggested that someone new would likely be involved.

My Arrival

I arrived as instructed, and the woman who opened the door was Rebecca. Instantly, I recognized her from Annie’s office, even though nearly a decade had slipped by since our last encounter. Back then, she was the intern who effortlessly captured my attention. I’ll confess, I’ve always been captivated by a woman’s curves, and Rebecca was, and remains, exceptionally endowed. Her body is a masterpiece of curves, with voluptuous breasts that demand attention, their fullness leaving an indelible impression. Nipples so large you get a real mouthful! Though I didn’t know that intimately back then, I certainly do now!

As she guided me inside, the atmosphere hit me hard. We weren’t alone. On the couch lounged two more women, Rebecca’s friends Jane and Kara, their eyes flickering with curiosity and intrigue. Dominating an armchair was a guy named Ollie, another of Rebecca’s friends. His presence radiated an unmistakable aura, confirming my initial suspicion about his sexuality, which he later openly affirmed as the afternoon unfolded with candid revelations.

But what truly seized my attention was the centerpiece of the room—a massage table. Its sinister modifications, complete with binding rings at the arms and ankles, screamed a silent warning. Oh boy, this was going to be an unforgettable experience.

Annie’s Unveiling

The next thing I noticed was the iPad set up with Annie already on FaceTime. She explained that Ollie creates a unique kind of adult content—straight guys being tickled by gay men. My initial reaction was pure panic. In fact, I was caught in a whirlwind of emotions, unsure whether to laugh or be horrified. I was feeling a triple whammy of panic, and my mind was a chaotic mess, teetering between shock and curiosity.

1. I’ve fiercely resisted Annie’s relentless attempts to drag me into anything involving another man. The mere thought sends a shiver down my spine—I’m nowhere near ready for such an event to unfold.

2. The notion of starring in a porno fills me with dread. Imagining myself exposed, baring everything in front of anyone but Annie, shatters my very sense of security. To immortalize it on film? Absolutely not. It’s a hard, resounding no.

3. I kinda thought Annie and I had an ironclad pact—no tickling, ever! My sensitivity to tickles is off the charts, and the very idea is an absolute dealbreaker!

In the split-second chaos of my mind scrambling to process my options, Annie relentlessly laid out the details of my predicament. My Challenge. My Femdom Odyssey.

She revealed that Rebecca had become so enthralled with the videos Ollie created that she actively participated as Ollie’s tickler. Her curiosity to tickle a straight guy was insatiable, but her boyfriend stood his ground and declined. (Who knew some men could actually refuse?!?) When Annie reached out to Rebecca for a challenge, the two masterminded this scheme. Rebecca brought along her friends Jane and Kara to join as co-ticklers.

My brain jolted back to life with a surge of panic, clinging to the hope of having a say in the matter. “Absolutely not!” I shouted, my voice trembling with disbelief. “Come on, this cannot be happening!”

Annie cut me off sharply. Her voice was like silk over steel, effortlessly making it crystal clear that my only option was compliance. She laid out the terms: if I obeyed her every directive and played my part, she promised to conclude it at a “reasonable” point. Ollie would merely be an observer, not a participant, and there would be no video recording “this time.” That ominous qualifier sent a shiver down my spine.

She continued, laying out the grim alternative—refusal would lead to “a myriad of unpleasant experiences.” And the terrifying part? I knew she wasn’t bluffing. Her recent escalations in punishment were fresh in my mind, their remnants still something I’m coming to terms with these months later.

I mulled over my options and realized I had none. The prospect of disappointing Annie during the holidays was too daunting, especially after my recent fuck-ups. Reluctantly, I agreed, and the room erupted in applause.

“Great, baby. Now strip and get on the table.” Fuck.

so I got naked

As I undressed, I realized there was no discreet direction for me to face—I could either look at Ollie on one side of the room or at the ladies on the other. I chose to face the ladies. I quickly removed my clothes, climbed onto the table, and lay on my back as instructed, completely exposed. Rebecca secured wrist cuffs to my arms, positioning them above my head, leaving my armpits completely vulnerable. She then fastened ankle cuffs that kept my legs spread apart and immobile. I felt somewhat relieved by these restraints, knowing my reflexive tendency to kick when tickled. I definitely didn’t want that to happen, nor did I want to accidentally give one of the ladies a black eye!

Rebecca started with a feather, and the moment it touched my armpits, I erupted into uncontrollable laughter. Jane and Kara took their positions at my feet, and the tickling became an unrelenting storm. I was pleading for mercy, my voice drowned in a cacophony of laughter and cries. They ignored my desperate pleas, zeroing in on my vulnerable spots—inner thighs, armpits, neck, feet, and torso—with merciless precision. Tears streamed down my face as I finally screamed out my “yellow” safeword. Annie’s voice crackled through FaceTime, commanding a brief halt.

I gasped for air, each breath a fleeting relief. But Annie quickly gave the signal, and the tickle onslaught resumed with even greater intensity. I was trapped in a world of agony and mirth, my sides aching as I struggled to articulate the safeword through fits of hysterical laughter. Annie orchestrated the torment, allowing only the briefest respites before unleashing the torment anew. The experience was sheer torture—a relentless cycle of pain, laughter, and tears that I couldn’t escape.

Adding to my humiliation, I occasionally caught sight of Ollie. Unashamed, he had his shorts down, indulging in his voyeuristic pleasure as he watched my suffering. Anger flared within me at the sight of him finding enjoyment in my suffering, but it was a minor irritation amidst my larger agony. My vision blurred by tears, his presence and his insignificant anatomy were easy to ignore amid the unrelenting assault.

safeword overuse

I invoked the safeword again, my voice a ragged whisper as Annie’s voice sliced through the iPad, “Enough with the safeword, baby. Rebecca, why don’t you shut him up?” Like a well-rehearsed dance, Rebecca ripped off her top, baring her breathtaking breasts. They were smaller than Annie’s but no less stunning, with large, tantalizing nipples that demanded attention. Without hesitation, she grabbed my head, forcing her nipple into my mouth, smothering me. I couldn’t breathe, my senses overwhelmed as I sucked and licked, desperate for air.

Mercifully, she pulled back slightly, allowing me a gasp of air, but I was helpless to release her. That’s when the others started tickling me again, their fingers like electric shocks against my skin. I tried to scream “yellow,” but Rebecca silenced me with her breast, pushing me to the brink of unconsciousness. Annie’s voice cut through the haze, “Ladies, let’s give him some air.”

I gasped, my lungs burning as one of them grasped my cock, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. Laughter filled the room as the relentless tickling resumed, this time including my genitals. I was begging, screaming “yellow” over and over, teetering on the edge of using “red.” But I held back, knowing that was the point of no return.

just 3 more minutes

Finally, Annie declared with a wicked grin, “Okay, baby, all you have to do is endure 3 minutes without using the safeword, and this all ends. Ready, go.”

Their relentless assault began, an overwhelming onslaught of ticklish torment that pushed me beyond my limits. I fought desperately, but the safeword slipped from my lips after two minutes, but before three. This torturous cycle repeated over and over and over again. The agony was unrelenting, the exhaustion brutal. It was a maddening tease, an incessant edge that drove me insane with the desperate need for release. My cock throbbed intensely, not from any direct stimulation but from the sheer, unyielding tickling! They were everywhere—invading every vulnerable spot: my whole body, sides, pits, feet, groin, balls, and even my dick! I never knew how excruciatingly ticklish my dick was until that moment. It was overwhelming, beyond belief.

And that’s when it hit me like a tidal wave – all three relentlessly tickling me, and I came with an intensity that shattered my senses. I couldn’t believe the force as I erupted, a torrent unleashed. But the tickling was merciless, unceasing, and I howled “yellow!” in desperation. No mercy came; they continued their relentless assault, tickling me, tormenting my hypersensitive skin. I pleaded, begged for it to end, but they were relentless.

even more humiliating

Then, humiliation reached its peak – I lost all control and started pissing! My body betrayed me utterly. Having already drenched myself in my own release, now I was left in a flood of shame. The girls’ laughter echoed like a cruel symphony, and I heard Ollie reach his climax amidst the chaos. Perfect. Annie, still laughing on FaceTime, finally declared, “Okay ladies, I think he’s done!”

They untied me and handed me a towel. I swiftly dried off and headed to the bathroom, where Rebecca suggested I take a shower. Afterward, I returned to the bedroom, where Ollie and Rebecca were observing me as I dressed. Ollie commented that I had delivered an impressive performance and had potential to earn money by appearing in videos. He mentioned he could promote the femdom tickling scenes, but the real profit would come from being tickled by men. I chuckled, said I’d consider it, and got the fuck out of there as fast as I could.

My Reward

When Annie returned home later that week, she presented me with my reward for successfully passing the challenge. With a playful smile, she reaffirmed her promise to abstain from tickling me, though she remained coyly silent when I inquired about whether that vow would extend to preventing others from tickling me as well. The remainder of my reward unfolded into an incredibly intimate evening. Annie had acquired a sleek, new vibrator, its surface gleaming under the dim light, and she skillfully used it on me, creating waves of pleasure that left me breathless. The evening was filled with laughter and whispered secrets, creating a memory that was as electrifying as it was tender.